<?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-37846061</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:06:36.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak slow, my love.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>220</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-6641946369589038087</id><published>2008-03-28T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:21:11.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye baby</title><content type='html'>That's the name of a song, actually :)&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rachelrachelrachel.wordpress.com/"&gt;www.rachelrachelrachel.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it that I have to censor whatever I write here. Btw I know that's a stupid url, it's just that I like my name and 'rachel' was taken up and so was 'rachelrachel' so hurhur resort to the rule of three.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-6641946369589038087?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/6641946369589038087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=6641946369589038087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/6641946369589038087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/6641946369589038087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/03/bye-bye-baby.html' title='bye bye baby'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-8008815814976723585</id><published>2008-03-26T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:06:59.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ROCK.</title><content type='html'>Yes I can be egoistic sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;We got top for Bizlab. I love us. And LA presentation was cooool. And I have a good feeling about our tkam group project thingy because Gordon the ultimate powerhouse is in our group and therefore no slacking. At all. Hurray. Geography IPO just handed in today and I think we'll be alright :) Got back geography file and I got 19/20 yay. Plus I understand Quadratic Equations pretty alright. Just need to study more of Indices (yes I know how old that topic is and I'm not good at it). And today's 2.4 was the BEST I EVER HAD.&lt;br /&gt;So yay everything's in my control. For now. After a week of sleeping at 1am. Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is good. Just that I'm very pissed off by the fact that 3742057dfsF£&amp;amp;$£E)REfdsrwserw Dictionary.com thesaurus exists and is used so frequently by some smart aleck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K me Natasha Sinyee waited for Wilson and Yuhua to finish their run after school. Wilson is err a little bit midgety compared to everyone else. Hahahahahaa sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Mr Siva was talking about how we'll (the girls) probably all end up with like wide hips and stuff like that in Year 5/6 and I was like noooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!! K hopefully not. I don't want to. No way. If not I'll make sure I exercise every damn day. I think I'll want to take dance as a CCA lor. Can't imagine a life without that. I just counted the other day that I've been dancing for 5 years. Doesn't seem that long until you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph I did switch to Wordpress during the Dec holidays lor just that Sinyee pulled me back. I want to switchhhhh. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;The To Kill A Mockingbird project is cool.&lt;br /&gt;And I think girls have it the worse -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-8008815814976723585?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/8008815814976723585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=8008815814976723585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/8008815814976723585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/8008815814976723585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-rock.html' title='WE ROCK.'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-9139130933732114120</id><published>2008-03-25T22:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:52.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-kUAkVFDaI/AAAAAAAAByM/USKijAGi9Aw/s1600-h/PHOTOONE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181694846251109794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-kUAkVFDaI/AAAAAAAAByM/USKijAGi9Aw/s400/PHOTOONE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-kUBEVFDbI/AAAAAAAAByU/C5QQRjTWDF4/s1600-h/photo025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181694854841044402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-kUBEVFDbI/AAAAAAAAByU/C5QQRjTWDF4/s400/photo025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Priceless, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-kSmUVFDVI/AAAAAAAABxk/MUFFv41pRbg/s1600-h/orientationday1+(26).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181693295767915858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-kSmUVFDVI/AAAAAAAABxk/MUFFv41pRbg/s400/orientationday1+(26).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-kSm0VFDWI/AAAAAAAABxs/lwYHCPqdfao/s1600-h/orientationday1+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181693304357850466" style="DISPLAY: block; 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with our LA presentation today. (Moira's Keening!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OH SO VERY HAPPY. Although seriously I was wincing throughout the dramatic reading :( Can you imagine reading this stanza:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where Mary the Mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is bending her head,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you sleep at her crooning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O boy of mine! dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SERIOUSLYYYYY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahahahaha. But it was very fun. When Natasha came over to my house to do IPO + chiong the ppt, we practiced until the whole house was ringing with "MY DARLING IS DEAAAAD." Wah hahahahaha funny. Yay tomorrow have P.E! Although we're doing soccer and now is the time to bring on the high socks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just finished watching the feitian video that Weijia kindly took for us! Went very well except the first part when she oooooh~ and almost scared the hell out of me. Hahhahaha thank you anyway! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hurhurhurhurhurhurhurhurhurhurhurhurhu yayyyy tomorrow. School's so busy now my head's so crammed with stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S sorry Serene I will send you asap :D &lt;/div&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/37846061-9139130933732114120?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/9139130933732114120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=9139130933732114120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/9139130933732114120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/9139130933732114120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/03/d-yay.html' title=':D YAY!'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-kUAkVFDaI/AAAAAAAAByM/USKijAGi9Aw/s72-c/PHOTOONE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-7324039230401644397</id><published>2008-03-21T18:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:54.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OTf0VFDHI/AAAAAAAABv0/2DkSlijKCaY/s1600-h/BlackandWhite14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180146171238485106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OTf0VFDHI/AAAAAAAABv0/2DkSlijKCaY/s400/BlackandWhite14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So delicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OTgEVFDII/AAAAAAAABv8/k0GZhCDyHZE/s1600-h/DevonTeuscherandMelanieHamrick3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180146175533452418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OTgEVFDII/AAAAAAAABv8/k0GZhCDyHZE/s400/DevonTeuscherandMelanieHamrick3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OTgUVFDJI/AAAAAAAABwE/ZXWmF08xcQ4/s1600-h/almudenaaa8ot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180146179828419730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OTgUVFDJI/AAAAAAAABwE/ZXWmF08xcQ4/s400/almudenaaa8ot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NIKE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OTgUVFDKI/AAAAAAAABwM/6ERVrzEVkkk/s1600-h/DevonTeuscherandMelanieHamrick8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180146179828419746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OTgUVFDKI/AAAAAAAABwM/6ERVrzEVkkk/s400/DevonTeuscherandMelanieHamrick8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OSy0VFDCI/AAAAAAAABvM/_biJH7j7Peo/s1600-h/BlackandWhite25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180145398144371746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OSy0VFDCI/AAAAAAAABvM/_biJH7j7Peo/s400/BlackandWhite25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OSz0VFDDI/AAAAAAAABvU/O9bdOUZxODs/s1600-h/172085_0492w6yljb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180145415324240946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OSz0VFDDI/AAAAAAAABvU/O9bdOUZxODs/s400/172085_0492w6yljb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OSz0VFDEI/AAAAAAAABvc/fgNUsPu3K4c/s1600-h/rehearsalsvetlanazahkarova2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180145415324240962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OSz0VFDEI/AAAAAAAABvc/fgNUsPu3K4c/s400/rehearsalsvetlanazahkarova2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OS0EVFDFI/AAAAAAAABvk/yVzuo7lfr0Y/s1600-h/172707_778abbeyroad_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180145419619208274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OS0EVFDFI/AAAAAAAABvk/yVzuo7lfr0Y/s400/172707_778abbeyroad_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OS0EVFDGI/AAAAAAAABvs/_iDQ4dcjqK4/s1600-h/DevonTeuscherandMelanieHamrick5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180145419619208290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OS0EVFDGI/AAAAAAAABvs/_iDQ4dcjqK4/s400/DevonTeuscherandMelanieHamrick5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OSXUVFDBI/AAAAAAAABvE/O7zD1jazfGA/s1600-h/Fifth20by20Patricio20Melo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180144925697969170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OSXUVFDBI/AAAAAAAABvE/O7zD1jazfGA/s400/Fifth20by20Patricio20Melo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once you've learned to fly, you'll never forget how to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Geog IPO is going well, Natasha and I found a treasure trove of information and I almost flipped typing all of it out. Should be able to finish it soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In any case, I was talking to her yesterday night about geog IPO and obviously we digressed and apparently according to her, alot of classes hate us. 2J. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because of interclass/storytelling/everybody else hates them so I guess I hate them too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's really saddening. Sigh. Tell me what we did wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahaha on a lighter note it's damn funny to know what people thought of me at the start of Year 1 because of orientation. Its not hurting I guess because I have a steel heart (hohohohoho evil laugh eh &lt;strong&gt;ALLOY&lt;/strong&gt; ok v strong one know!!) but I guess if I had a porcelain one it would have shattered a long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ah well. &lt;div align="left"&gt;I seriously just want everybody to like everybody else. We're so going to die at sports meet. Tell me, what wrong did we do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would love to say anything I like here but I can't -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was at some mini pasar malam the other day with my family and saw winx club stickers, blah ._. Sure ya'll know what that is. The stick girls with legs five times their upper body and eyes half their face and wings that look so delicate that they couldn't get an ant airborne, and hair so long it reaches their rear end and still looks every bit fantastic. (seriously, try washing that much of hair and it'd probably use up 1 entire bottle of shampoo and take 1 entire day to dry off)And did I forget to mention that the circumference of their waists are like probably the length of their forefinger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who the hell came up with that idea? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Girls are not born with the dream body shape and you can't really blame people for dieting if all they see on TV is stick-thin girls/women. For goodness sakes lah Beckham's WIFE is 40kg, which is less than what I, as a 14-year-old, weigh. And so everybody now thinks that skinny is pretty the skinnier you are prettier you are and if you're fat then you're highly unpretty and that's all there is to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway I just hate Winx Club and Barbie and all the rest of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Airy-fairy and entirely unrealistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why make girls look like that? Those creatures on TV, they ain't even faintly human lah. So yeah. Needed to uh release. Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everybody's perfect in their own way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And this was quite a dark post, LOLLLL. Rightttt, my father's watching The Water Horse on DVD now haha cute mm I shall go join him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And before I go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday: Before music lesson was recess and Natasha and Sinyee couldn't finish their drinks. Yuhua and Wilson were walking to the D&amp;amp;D room from class and when we waved the drinks around they seriously had a race and literally bounded over in 10 seconds flat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amusing :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will miss this class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WATER HORRRRSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/37846061-7324039230401644397?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/7324039230401644397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=7324039230401644397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7324039230401644397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7324039230401644397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hope-you-dance.html' title='I hope you dance'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R-OTf0VFDHI/AAAAAAAABv0/2DkSlijKCaY/s72-c/BlackandWhite14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-1063297906217226911</id><published>2008-03-20T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T00:22:12.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By the dark lough at evening</title><content type='html'>My internet connection is dying on me.&lt;br /&gt;So is my brain. I hate poetry analysis. And I hate, hate, hate, staying up late.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, give me a damn break can or not. &lt;a href="http://hidden-to-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chengyee'&lt;/a&gt;s post on 2J was really encouraging :) It's so good to know that we're all in this together (yes i know that sounds like high school musical which I really hate anyway) and seeing 4/36 still online at 12.25am really is encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;Wth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to be pissed anyway. Anyhow, it's Thursday now.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-1063297906217226911?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/1063297906217226911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=1063297906217226911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/1063297906217226911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/1063297906217226911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/03/by-dark-lough-at-evening.html' title='By the dark lough at evening'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-8756743160892212700</id><published>2008-03-18T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:11:00.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9129 2142!</title><content type='html'>Yay. I got a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;Which is not new, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;entirely free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm not rich k. Some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;free &lt;/span&gt;phone&lt;/strong&gt; my father got for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a long time ago. It's not bad I guess. But really slow and laggy. But I'm happy with it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so the number is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;9129 2142.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like anyone would want to stalk me anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Freefreefreefree.&lt;br /&gt;:D Charmaine, stop saying I rich ah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;$0.00!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now I sound like an obssessive auntie at the market.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-8756743160892212700?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/8756743160892212700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=8756743160892212700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/8756743160892212700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/8756743160892212700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/03/9129-2142.html' title='9129 2142!'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-5123193272244772413</id><published>2008-03-17T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:54.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>摆手女儿家</title><content type='html'>Yay. I love baishou.&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I lost my phone. So yes. Don't sms/call me. The end. So sad. I liked my number ok. 9129 2142. My dad's gonna cancel my number. Everything gone. Damnit. EVERYTHINGGG.&lt;br /&gt;All the smses all the pictures and songs (actually those don't matter, those are all in my computer) and the contacts. THE CONTACTS. Omg -falls over and dies-&lt;br /&gt;To date I can only remember the numbers of 4 people other than my family. Hahaha. Guessyguess :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wudao today. Did like once of the chou (omg reminds me I have to hang them up) dance and more of feitian. Haha, poor Cheryl, who got sat on. And right after wudao I was like aching all over and it's the first time I ever felt so pain everywhere. Owwww :( Went to meet Sinyee they all at the basketball courts with Cheryl and I couldn't even hit a proper volleyball ._. Paain lah. And today was one of the few days I felt so stiff. As in not flexible. Nevermind I shall lian4 the tai2 tui3 more! Someday when I don't feel like a piece of rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha k it seems like ALL my posts are about wudao. Can't help it. School's stressful so I don't really want to post about it, it'd only make me sadder. So many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R953T-tGbTI/AAAAAAAABu8/myjGia-7cfU/s1600-h/z103821219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178707806656032050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R953T-tGbTI/AAAAAAAABu8/myjGia-7cfU/s400/z103821219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I more or less finished my maths file corrections. hurray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(EDIT)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I forgot what I wanted to edit about. Ohyes! I wonder who I oughta sit with next. Tomorrow's rearranging seats. Damn I actually do want to sit with Mark. And in front of Emily and Qiurui. Can teach me maths. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and I think the 2J guys are very nice. Hahaha. Not that I just realised, I'm just stating it now. They've actually helped Cheryl Natasha and I carry whatever we want them to carry every single time we go back home together, which is like almost everyday. So today Wilson carried $160 worth of chou and Yuhua carried all the new class tees all the way. Yay. Cause today we went home with Zina Ningli Weijia Joylynn and they were like OH WAH YOUR CLASS GUYS VERY NICE LEH! Agreed lah :) Yay 2J! Hmph I'll be heartbroken at the end of the year -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's not that fun with you missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-5123193272244772413?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/5123193272244772413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=5123193272244772413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/5123193272244772413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/5123193272244772413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='摆手女儿家'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R953T-tGbTI/AAAAAAAABu8/myjGia-7cfU/s72-c/z103821219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-7907947007535784145</id><published>2008-03-14T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T10:31:16.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired flat.</title><content type='html'>Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I slept at like 9+ after practicing the thingy that liangls says I better practice. Don't see myself getting any better. :( I have to get better by next Thursdaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;Felt like puking lor. Anyway I fell asleep in the middle of typing an sms to Natasha to tell her not to call me for the geog project anymore and woke up again for like a few seconds to continue the sms, and went back to sleep again. Haha amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I swear I have to finish ji lu ka by today lah damn and I shall not give two hoots about the bizlab thing anymore because I don't care whether we get in or not. Shall just do my part or whatever they tell me to do. And sorry Sinyee I really didn't know you called/smsed D: was uh sleeping very blissfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the holidays suck. I'm wondering why everybody hasn't collapsed and died yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss Year One :( I thought that was bad enough but now is hell and there's Clarissa saying Year Three is worse and Weijia says Year Four is the worstesttsest of all. Anyway I think &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wudao rocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and yesterday's err sudden hugging fiesta was very touching. Yay for Pearl! Wudao loves you so don't ever &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;灰心&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying time in wudao more than ever and I think I'll be damn sad when all the sec 4s leave lah siaaaannnnn. :( Ningli Weijia Zina Joylynn :(&lt;br /&gt;Haha k I shan't dwell on it before it happens. And I have to go meet Sinyee at Tampines now for the stupid CIP nonsense. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now, warm my heart&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me, let loving start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-7907947007535784145?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/7907947007535784145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=7907947007535784145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7907947007535784145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7907947007535784145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/03/tired-flat.html' title='Tired flat.'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-1317363853203094692</id><published>2008-03-12T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:56.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You shine so bright, you put the sun to shame.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha some random title O.O&lt;br /&gt;Err. Lots of things to post about? My parents are going to Vietnam (Ho Chin Minh) tomorrow, so yeah sad :( Let them have their second honeymoon haha. Anyway mm yeah today was dazu and I think it was very good haha compared to last year, which was kind of dragged too long. And yup now's just the right duration and the games are quite fun and I think it's well organised and yay very good I think it really does help us to bond within the 100+ people in CS.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Yup so then was the interview which was quite D: So yay shan't talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;After that it was raining and my socks were damn soaked sadly. We went to Queenstown to buy FBTs, after which I'm broke and still owing people money and hmph :( But I really no more shorts to wear underneath lor. I hate waking up in the morning and realising all the shorts are either in the laundry basket, washing, or drying and still wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I am a boring person so this is all I have to post about. Ohyes and went to get the Bizlab materials with Charmaine Natasha Sinyee at Spotlight on Monday, and yes I shall post some pictures and you can go &lt;a href="http://doyourthinghoney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sinyee's blog &lt;/a&gt;for the rest of our damn spastic picture spree. Hah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fjZ-tGbSI/AAAAAAAABu0/mg7MG95Y8L8/s1600-h/c004cb0d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176856332154072354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fjZ-tGbSI/AAAAAAAABu0/mg7MG95Y8L8/s400/c004cb0d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Err hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fjHetGbMI/AAAAAAAABuE/X38NCSoETOk/s1600-h/CIMG0417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176856014326492354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fjHetGbMI/AAAAAAAABuE/X38NCSoETOk/s400/CIMG0417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fjHutGbNI/AAAAAAAABuM/9Yk3JLd_uHo/s1600-h/CIMG0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176856018621459666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fjHutGbNI/AAAAAAAABuM/9Yk3JLd_uHo/s400/CIMG0418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fjHutGbOI/AAAAAAAABuU/Yc8NorRFTR0/s1600-h/DSC00327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176856018621459682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fjHutGbOI/AAAAAAAABuU/Yc8NorRFTR0/s400/DSC00327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fjH-tGbPI/AAAAAAAABuc/bKZQ0-Lj-wA/s1600-h/CIMG0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176856022916426994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fjH-tGbPI/AAAAAAAABuc/bKZQ0-Lj-wA/s400/CIMG0419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fh7etGbHI/AAAAAAAABtc/q6l3-T9Wbys/s1600-h/CIMG0413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176854708656434290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fh7etGbHI/AAAAAAAABtc/q6l3-T9Wbys/s400/CIMG0413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fh7utGbII/AAAAAAAABtk/WnDXIgxsnFw/s1600-h/CIMG0414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176854712951401602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fh7utGbII/AAAAAAAABtk/WnDXIgxsnFw/s400/CIMG0414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fh7-tGbJI/AAAAAAAABts/Kbiqtl18__Q/s1600-h/CIMG0415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176854717246368914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fh7-tGbJI/AAAAAAAABts/Kbiqtl18__Q/s400/CIMG0415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fh8OtGbKI/AAAAAAAABt0/xkCBJfmz2ac/s1600-h/CIMG0416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176854721541336226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fh8OtGbKI/AAAAAAAABt0/xkCBJfmz2ac/s400/CIMG0416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fh8etGbLI/AAAAAAAABt8/-C2LMwWgBXM/s1600-h/CIMG0417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176854725836303538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fh8etGbLI/AAAAAAAABt8/-C2LMwWgBXM/s400/CIMG0417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -Credits to Sinyee and the wudao blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had no idea the chous were so striking! And they actually do look quite lovely, no matter how hard they are to handle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K tag replies :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinyee&lt;/strong&gt;: Haha thank you awww :D Yup jiayou together! YEAAAAHHH~~ hehhehehe. Thousand other horrible names there are too :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuntong&lt;/strong&gt;: Hahaha yay thank you for all the support all along too! Wudao misses you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dora&lt;/strong&gt;: Hahha yupyup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chengyee&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah sad. Let's die :( You have camp? Hoho jiayou then. Don't stress yourself too much lah. See you now like so overstressed. Not good for health. You don't want to turn out like me, dear. No you don't. Jiayou k! Have fun at the camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mingwei&lt;/strong&gt;: -flashes huge smile!- :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah cannot believe it right and yess they rock! Jiayou with the holiday homework anw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zina&lt;/strong&gt;: Yesyes thankyou! I know I make alot of sense! Hahahhaha k jk :X Oh man you threw them away? Weren't those your new shoes only worn once for cny performance &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl&lt;/strong&gt;: YAY TOMORROW HAVE WUDAO!!! BAISHOU!! :D:D:D:D:DD Hahaha yeah I saw your post and yay you rock! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clar&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah I saw your post and it was like an essay lol :) Haha no problem get well soon yeah and don't dislocate it for the third time! Take care k :) Eh and I think both you and Tongwei take turns bullying each other haha k don't kill me ah :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nigel&lt;/strong&gt;: Haha hello yay he suck/is a nerd, agree :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fraser&lt;/strong&gt;: Nah it's alright. Aww I'm touched, really. Enjoy yourself and come back soon yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/37846061-1317363853203094692?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/1317363853203094692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=1317363853203094692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/1317363853203094692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/1317363853203094692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-shine-so-bright-you-put-sun-to.html' title='You shine so bright, you put the sun to shame.'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9fjZ-tGbSI/AAAAAAAABu0/mg7MG95Y8L8/s72-c/c004cb0d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-6283336440089527722</id><published>2008-03-09T17:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T17:45:55.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forum thread in moodle</title><content type='html'>Righto I'm pissed :) Was bored. Checked out moodle. Call me a nerd/geek/twit.&lt;br /&gt;Please read: &lt;a href="http://www.dhs.sg:8080/learn/mod/forum/discuss.php?d=1013#p3815"&gt;http://www.dhs.sg:8080/learn/mod/forum/discuss.php?d=1013#p3815&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not you can just NOT continue reading this post and NOT take part in my displeasure. So read the thread, and it's a very interesting thread posted by a Year 2 guy whom I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;The whole point of it is that he was complaining that his rubik's cube kana confiscated by teacher during Kaleidescope, and quite some people agreed. The title of the thread is "Are teachers abusing their power?" And of course there follows a whole chunk of people also complaining about wet tracks and how boring some of the performances were and how their butts are wet, all of which lead up to the list of excuses for not paying attention to all of the performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently there are quite alot of Year 4s/seniors who got quite worked up about it, and told them that they should give due respect to the performers. Haha and Wei Hong rocks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLOOOOO!!!!! EXCUSE ME. Wth is wrong with wet tracks? Since everyone in your level is in the same situation as you, you might as well deal with it instead of complaining like a wussy. Plus all the classes were told that the tracks might be wet, so bring plastic bags to sit on. If you didn't find that out you can go bash your inefficient chairperson who might not have told you. Or you can bash in your own ears for not hearing even if he/she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes it's quite stupid to have to watch from the side, but it can't be helped right. Look at how tiny our holding school is. Then where you wanna sit. On top of grandstand huh. Hope you fall off and die then. Have a cool funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I mostmostmostmost can't stand is that people think it's all right to be playing rubik's cube for the entire performance. I know it's freaking addictive but please, the performers put alot of work into Kaleidescope, and the least you can do is let them know they're appreciated. And I also think that its absurd to think that the teacher's abusing her authority just because she confiscated their rubik's cubes, which they shouldn't even have been playing at that time. Wahlao. If she doesn't confiscate it, then what's the school coming to? It's not all play alright. Teachers have alot of authority and they should be able to use it instead of having students complain the hell out of their fat wet butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about wet patches on your shorts. You think the performers like having to perform on wet tracks? Do you think I, for one, like kneeling on wet tracks? Do you think I, for one, like running into the muddy field with puddles in it and getting my feet soaked and brown? Don't you think that's worse than just sitting on clean wet water which ain't even puddles?&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I forgot a nice fact! After getting your feet nicely muddy, ya have to run out onto the track again, and dance and smile and do all sorts of pretty things with your oh-so-prettily-muddy feet. Chio hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there's complaints that they can't see from the back. If I recall, wushu was wearing these really nice and colourful outfits and they were quite noticeable. I am sure that you couldn't see them. If I recall, lion dance was pretty big too. Lion heads were big yeah. Sure that you couldn't see them either. Band had lots of instruments and drums and stuff. Guess you couldn't see them either. And you really don't want me to get started on wudao.&lt;br /&gt;Give respect to the performers and your teacher. Confiscate then confiscate lah. Since you so rich go buy another one. And it's not like she won't give it back. Eat it up for dinner or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;Very pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old dance shoes :(&lt;br /&gt;The BROWN and DIRTY ones.&lt;br /&gt;I think your shorts are pretty clean by now. Probably got your maid to wash it. She washes your undies too don't she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;台上一分钟，台下十年功.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you fully comprehend that before you start whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note:&lt;br /&gt;this post is not directed to anyone in particular. If you want to take personal offence then that won't be my problem any longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-6283336440089527722?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/6283336440089527722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=6283336440089527722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/6283336440089527722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/6283336440089527722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/03/forum-thread-in-moodle.html' title='forum thread in moodle'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-205191177549117571</id><published>2008-03-08T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T22:41:24.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing is harder as the days go by</title><content type='html'>Sian.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Without wudao/dancing I just can't get through the weeks. If we wasn't frantically chionging Kaleidescope for the past few weeks I would probably have died from stress. Dance is the magicckkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yes so very bored and sian and sick of this horrible life. Don't know why but now everyone's unhappy. Everyone around me. Even my parents are extremely stressed over work and only my sister is the same because she likes some boy and constantly talkkkkkkks about him.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are going to be damn packed with work and projects and whatever shit there is to do. Die liao lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Homework&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Read History readings&lt;br /&gt;-LA Comprehension and Vocab worksheet&lt;br /&gt;-Maths worksheet on Moodle&lt;br /&gt;-Portfolio&lt;br /&gt;-Science fair&lt;br /&gt;-Du shu hui&lt;br /&gt;-Jianbao project&lt;br /&gt;-Geog IPO project&lt;br /&gt;-Pack maths file&lt;br /&gt;-CME project&lt;br /&gt;-LA group poem comparison and analysis&lt;br /&gt;-Bizlab presentation&lt;br /&gt;-Prepare LA speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to kill us but I prefer to die a more noble death than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule The World by Take That&lt;br /&gt;Stardust soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah you and me we can ride on a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you stay with me girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We can rule the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-205191177549117571?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/205191177549117571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=205191177549117571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/205191177549117571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/205191177549117571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/03/breathing-is-harder-as-days-go-by.html' title='Breathing is harder as the days go by'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-905814545974760335</id><published>2008-03-07T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:56.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serene's Pms Training Package</title><content type='html'>Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;K of course not the 2J Serene lah. The other one :)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;go Pearl's blog for more! I found it extremely entertaining the way she blogged about our torture that day :) Just about LOL-ed in front of my computer. I still remember her calling the whole lot of us idiots. Hehehehehehehehe. And she called me ben4 tooooo :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shall talk bout Kaleidescope now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was okay and damn freaky and exhilarating and gratifying and scary and it's over, finally. We were the finale! Haha cos Mrs Wong said we bring out the true meaning of Kaleidescope, yo. Yay. Anyway it was really great cause the cheers were really very encouraging and overwhelming and so yes the audience is superbbbbb!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make any mistakes, so yeah quite okay lah. But I didn't really dare to use alot of energy at the start, before kai1 chou2, because I was so damn scared that at the end I wouldn't have enough energy to do properly. Lol yay and I sat on the chou again -.- Hmm and what else. I think my dao ti also not very good because I didn't warm up properly :( Ah yes and I kinda didn't catch the timing very well at the last part.&lt;br /&gt;Haha omg so many bad things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I tried my best I guess that's what counts and everybody too so yay for us! :D Plus I love the crowwwdd. Because it was so supportive! At the circle when we kai1 chou2 there was this damn roaring loud cheer especially from the grandstand, and I was like yay! yay! yay! yay! so happy! happy! And smiled even wider. And I got smile k for the whole timeeee! I almost felt like laughing because err I was v happy. Hahaha. Of course not the explosive crazy kind. Just a happy laugh. Hahahaaha. Please don't think I'm crazy k :( The music was very uplifting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Charmaine Lee and Charmaine Neo and Jiahui and the guys who were standing up at the back. Haha didn't really catch the faces of the rest though, including Natasha and Sinyee :(&lt;br /&gt;I felt that at the last part we were kinda messy but Natasha said it was alright and the kai chou part was awesome. Really good comments from the rest too, and even Hao Nan was like ooh very nice very nice you all dance very nice. Then Gordon did the usual smile-that-lights-up-the-world and boomed, "VERY GOOD. VERY GOOD." Hahaha. Although all Wilson said was, "omg your eyes!" because I didn't take off the makeup properly and they were kind of blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks Sinyee for the cookies, they're great :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm and then after school played vball with the usual people yeah and we nagged the guys to start on soccer if not they'll get trashed at interclass, although they're now better at volleyball than we are. They apparently did, after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw then wudao we did jibengong and went through bai shou, which helped alot for me I think :) After that hmm played wacko and other stuffff. And 'I Have Never' which was pretty fun cause we got to know everybody's dark secrets hohoho. And who eats lady's fingers. Yeszzz and my forfeit was to write '我爱中文学会舞蹈' with my butt. Which is so sad :(&lt;br /&gt;Hah. I think it was quite a good bonding session for us all too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;Went home.&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh and there was this funny thing the other day during wudao. Cheryl and I were doing uh handstands against the wall in the hall (omg rhymes leh) and then when we were both up on the wall, I was like staring at my hands , and suddenly in the midst of concentration a stream of ghostly song broke in from my right. "Hear me moooooo.."&lt;br /&gt;I screamed and dropped off straightaway.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl ah Cheryl! Imagine if you were the wrong way up and suddenly you heard "HEAR ME MOOOOO" Hhahaahaha. Apparently Cheryl can still sing upside down :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay front flips!&lt;br /&gt;Yay Kaleidescope!&lt;br /&gt;Yay wudao!&lt;br /&gt;Yay jubix!&lt;br /&gt;Yay us!&lt;br /&gt;Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when we were all helping one another get up that wall at the fitness corner by all ways and means (pushing butts and pulling legs), that I felt that Jubix truly is bonded, as a class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;2J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And wudao, of course :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9FKQutGbGI/AAAAAAAABtU/iIrp-LeMYik/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174999098100968546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9FKQutGbGI/AAAAAAAABtU/iIrp-LeMYik/s400/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9FJEetGbDI/AAAAAAAABs8/EQXoQIYgwtM/s1600-h/c1cb3a06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174997788135943218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9FJEetGbDI/AAAAAAAABs8/EQXoQIYgwtM/s400/c1cb3a06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sian lah I really want to do chuanfanshen properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dfsiyewpruwerqvxkvs! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9FJFOtGbEI/AAAAAAAABtE/wswTa_smd9E/s1600-h/01.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&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/37846061-905814545974760335?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/905814545974760335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=905814545974760335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/905814545974760335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/905814545974760335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/03/serenes-pms-training-package.html' title='Serene&apos;s Pms Training Package'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R9FKQutGbGI/AAAAAAAABtU/iIrp-LeMYik/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-1065656829764188296</id><published>2008-03-05T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:37:10.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell is wrong with me</title><content type='html'>I got unbelievably low for my Maths test.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;Because I studied so damn hard I really did and it wasn't last-minute somemore. I tried so hard you know I really really did and this is what I got. So might as well not study next time lah. Wah lao. It's the first time I cried in school and the first time in like years that I actually did cry. If I could I would type a big chunk here but I think there are no more tears to cry already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sinyee and Natasha I hope I didn't scare ya'll and thanks Charmaine for the uh not-so-helpful advice but thanks anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents didn't even scold me. My dad was like, "It's okay, it's okay. Since you studied hard then it's okay already just work harder next time.." In this damn soothing voice when I was busy sniffling away. I expected it anyway, I think even if I got 0/30 they would be like, no it's okay. Don't know why but they never set expectations for me or expected me to get at least this or that. Apparently not so for my sister, who got caned when she failed her history in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah oh well don't want to talk about it. I'm okay now lol. Thanks Natasha for staying up with me all night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's so stressful now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-1065656829764188296?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/1065656829764188296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=1065656829764188296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/1065656829764188296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/1065656829764188296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-hell-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='What the hell is wrong with me'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-3502958016587747592</id><published>2008-02-29T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T21:44:28.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the heat of summer sunshine</title><content type='html'>Yay Summer Sunshine by The Corrs :D&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Chengyee for the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Short one.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna post about Kaleidescope rehearsal :)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm it went okay in the hall but pretty messed up (for me) on the track. I got one of my chous stuck in between my legs at the last part and was like wth! -snatches chou back and tries to look normal-&lt;br /&gt;And again at the last part both my chous tangled together and I was so scared that they'd tied a knot then I die already. Thankfully after some discreet and panicky shaking they came loose. Yesszzz and my face got covered by some other person's chou entirely when we were running back into the field. Haha felt like laughing like crazy because I must have looked like a right fool running blindly with orange cloth over my face. And as usual at the kneeling down part I sat on my chou2 for the millionth time and couldnt do properly and tried to smile even more widely HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;+++ I felt like dying during the dao ti lols. Was quite frustrated after the whole thing :( It wasn't really my best performance but what matters is the real Kaleidescope anyway! :D Yay jiayou everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm and I think the rest of the other items are very nice! Band was super lovely and wushu was awe-inspiring as always and both the senior high dances are vvvvv nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K anyway after the rehearsal was damn drained. Its like running 2.4km. At least if you run you run at your own pace but oh man, dancing is so different.&lt;br /&gt;At least you don't have to smile while running O.O Actually I don't find the smiling so difficult; it just comes with the music, but at the last few minutes all I want to do is open my mouth damn big and gulp in air. But still have to smile :( Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yes I digressed- After the rehearsal we went mad as always with jibengong and cartwheels and everything. Stayed until like 7+ yeah. Omg so tiring but so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the end because I'm too tired. Sorry to the guys for making ya'll wait so long yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Pearl, don't worry. You can do it, I know you can! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-3502958016587747592?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/3502958016587747592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=3502958016587747592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/3502958016587747592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/3502958016587747592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-heat-of-summer-sunshine.html' title='In the heat of summer sunshine'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-6239887146997029395</id><published>2008-02-28T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:16:14.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never, ever call me dear.</title><content type='html'>Right.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't planning on blogging today.&lt;br /&gt;Since there's still the chinese stories to read and the blood bank reflection to do.&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very pissed off. So the below post will be mean :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't ever call me 'dear' ever again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. With a fully valid reason.&lt;br /&gt;Now just stop it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever call me dear again. Everybody (that includes Sinyee Natasha and Charmaine).&lt;br /&gt;CAN? I BEG OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Especially if you're like, a girl? I'm like, not your freaking gf? I'm like, straight? Rachel = Not Lesbian = Straight = Does Not Like Girls In That Way = Does Not Like To Know That I Am Your Dear. Damn. This world is so twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO STOP STOP STOP CALLING ME DEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unless you're a boy and I love you and you know it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only that one.&lt;br /&gt;That's okay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody else, please no.&lt;br /&gt;So shut up about the 'dear' thing already. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing before I go to blood bank reflections: I'd appreciate it if you nice peopleszsdfs who read my blog didn't question me about this post. Esp in real life. :) :D :P :] :}&lt;br /&gt;Enough SMILEYS for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing. I don't say 'I love you' unless I really mean it. So yeah. Am going to stop saying it to girls so often. Freaking gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-6239887146997029395?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/6239887146997029395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=6239887146997029395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/6239887146997029395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/6239887146997029395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/02/never-ever-call-me-dear.html' title='Never, ever call me dear.'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-2979432752106789418</id><published>2008-02-27T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T18:40:57.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three, two, one, you fall in my arms now.</title><content type='html'>Today was damn tiring. And we all got terrible muscleaches from yesterday's volleyball. I got up in the morning and just lay there and wondered why I couldn't get anything of mine to move.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the guys are suffering too lol :D&lt;br /&gt;Sian lah. Bizlab sian. Got REPRIMANDED for exchanging surveys with some other group from 2F. Sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am loooking for war poems now for the LA comparison presentation thing and here's something interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Moira's Keening&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mountains of Erin,&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty is fled;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond you, in Flanders,&lt;br /&gt;My darling lies dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the dunes and the grasses&lt;br /&gt;Bespattered with blood,&lt;br /&gt;They bore him; and round him,&lt;br /&gt;Bareheaded, they stood,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the chaplain in khaki&lt;br /&gt;Was reading a prayer,&lt;br /&gt;And the wind for his keening&lt;br /&gt;Was moaning an air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O son of grey Connaught,&lt;br /&gt;No more shall we stand&lt;br /&gt;By the dark lough at evening,&lt;br /&gt;My hand in your hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talk of a houseen&lt;br /&gt;To hold you and me,&lt;br /&gt;The scent of the heather,&lt;br /&gt;The gorse on the lea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, bridegroom of mine,&lt;br /&gt;You are waiting afar,&lt;br /&gt;Past the peak and the blueness,&lt;br /&gt;The shine of thon star,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Mary the Mother&lt;br /&gt;Is bending her head,&lt;br /&gt;And you sleep at her crooning,&lt;br /&gt;O boy of mine! dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a class="new" title="Author:Norreys Jephson O'Conor (not yet written)" href="http://en.wikisource.org/w/index.php?title=Author:Norreys_Jephson_O%27Conor&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Norreys Jephson O'Conor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad. Her lover's dead.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. &lt;strong&gt;Point of interest: Moira is my sister's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And I thought the poem was really sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-2979432752106789418?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/2979432752106789418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=2979432752106789418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/2979432752106789418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/2979432752106789418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/02/three-two-one-you-fall-in-my-arms-now.html' title='Three, two, one, you fall in my arms now.'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-7432864444959922413</id><published>2008-02-26T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:22:27.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The maths test is overrrr!</title><content type='html'>Yay maths test is over! And I don't want to talk about it. So yah. Do not dare to discuss answers with me I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so yay all the tests are over! Oh and the &lt;s&gt;five&lt;/s&gt; three stations for P.E went pretty well except for standing broad jump which I swear I will own next time -.- Damn pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Haha but the chous really really really worked! For inclined pull-ups. I was like omg yayyyy! IT WORKED! :DD&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back today to play volleyball! :D But my face got smacked by the ball because the sun was in my eyes and I couldn't see anything for nuts -.- Hmm waited for Natasha then after that Yiren then we played with Creshelle and Laura? :D Yay. Then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and while walking to Buona Vista we saw a mouse running in the longkang! It ran into one of the big white pipes in the end.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought it was a squirrel at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh squirrel! -runs after it-&lt;br /&gt;Yuhua: You lame shit it's a mouse!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Mark: Eh look, a lamb! -points to a bird-&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha it mightn't seem funny now but it really was quite funny then. Hahaha. I swear it looked like a squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Julie, by Fountains of Wayne&lt;br /&gt;Very uh cheery :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ofAY1A0o7r/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ofAY1A0o7r/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working all day for a mean little man&lt;br /&gt;With a clip-on tie and a rub-on tan&lt;br /&gt;He's got me runnin around the office&lt;br /&gt;Like a dog around a track&lt;br /&gt;But when I get back home you're always there to rub my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Hey Julie look what they're doing to me&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to trip me up&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to wear me down&lt;br /&gt;Julie I swear it's so hard to bear it&lt;br /&gt;And I'd never make it through without you around&lt;br /&gt;No I'd never make it through without you around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours on the phone making pointless calls&lt;br /&gt;I got a desk full of paper that means nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I catch myself staring into space&lt;br /&gt;Countin' down the hours til I get to see your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Hey Julie look what they're doing to me&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to trip me up&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to wear me down&lt;br /&gt;Julie I swear it's so hard to bear it&lt;br /&gt;And I'd never make it through without you around&lt;br /&gt;No I'd never make it through without you around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it come to be&lt;br /&gt;That you and I must be&lt;br /&gt;Far away from each other every day&lt;br /&gt;Why must I spend my time&lt;br /&gt;Fillin' up my mind&lt;br /&gt;With facts and figures that never add up anyway&lt;br /&gt;They never add up anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workin all day for a mean little guy&lt;br /&gt;With a bad toupee and a soup-stain tie&lt;br /&gt;He's got me runnin around the office&lt;br /&gt;Like a gerbil on a wheel&lt;br /&gt;He can tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;But he can't tell me what to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Hey Julie look what they're doing to me&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to trip me up&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to wear me down&lt;br /&gt;Julie I swear it's so hard to bear it&lt;br /&gt;And I'd never make it through without you around&lt;br /&gt;No I'd never make it through without you around&lt;br /&gt;No I'd never make it through without you around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z179/thepirateparade/z43569876.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-7432864444959922413?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/7432864444959922413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=7432864444959922413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7432864444959922413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7432864444959922413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/02/maths-test-is-overrrr.html' title='The maths test is overrrr!'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-6479488624935297608</id><published>2008-02-23T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:00.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY YIREN!</title><content type='html'>k before I launch into the description of his birthday celebration I have this to sayyy! Everybody shut your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why she has to compare us (CS) to EDS. I thought it's supposed to be all friendly rivalry and the two are supposed to be FRIENDLY and not compete for who sells more tickets -.- I mean both also got their good points whaaat. Don't know what EDS sell 300+ tickets and we sold only 90+ and we ought to sell 800+. It's not that we're not trying, it's just that no one wants to come.&lt;br /&gt;You can't force people to give you money for the tickets if they just don't want to. You can't force people to go to your concert if they aren't interested. K and everybody thinks CS is cheena and it'll be one superbly cheena evening which will make you wince in pain and roll on the floor and really boring so yeah everybody's gonna flock in the hundreds to EDS's concert, for which I don't blame them. Look at my own class lah. What 8 CS people and 2 EDS, and the number going to the EDS concert is exactly 3 times of the number going to the CS one. Aww we feel so loved. The figures are overwhelming. With 8 people you think we're not trying?&lt;br /&gt;Qiurui and Serene and I was kicking up a huge fuss in class already lol. Can't say much for anyone else. Maybe I JUST WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. So stop blaming us. People wanna go to the EDS one and have a lovely englishy evening and not a chinesey one, so yeah? Can't possibly kidnap the lot of them and push them into a truck and wheel them all off to victoria theatre right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sinyee Natasha Charmaine Wilson Yuhua &lt;strong&gt;YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU FOR COMING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk seeeee I refrained from using any bad words in the above paragraph now stop comparing us to EDS because you're making us compete, and we shouldn't be. Please dear Charmaine you don't have to comfort me by saying its about the quality and not quantity, but money is ALWAYS counted in quantity and this is about stereotypes.&lt;br /&gt;So yees come my dears come to the chinese society concert and I will give you a hugggg. :D&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay now bout Yiren's birthday on to happier stuff!&lt;br /&gt;After blood bank ended, the whole group of us (Grace Wilson Yuhua Zhangyang Sinyee Yiren Natasha Charmaine Yijia Chengyee Cheryl) went to celebrate Yiren's birthday but Grace and Charmaine went home halfway.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we went to sengkang and ate KFC. To cut a long story short, Yijia Natasha and I snuck off halfway during the meal to buy his cake with the excuse that we were going to buy hot pink polkadotted triangle-shaped bras -.- (Yijia's idea!!). I had absolutely no intention of telling them that we were going to buy THAAAT. Hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;K then after that we went out of KFC and lighted the candle on the cake and sang Yiren a happy birthday song in public awwww :D&lt;br /&gt;Then Cheryl went to distract him while we went to buy his present. Lots of disagreements but turned out alright in the end :) after that we gave him the present and Yuhua Mark Natasha and I went offffff to take a bus back to Tampines all the way from Sengkang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like crazy. By then it was already like what 8+. I started highing and Natasha started too and I think we giggled so loudly that the whole bus heard and anyway Mark was trying to yawn but once he look at us he cannot so yes it was very funny because he'd laugh in mid-yawn. Yuhua amazingly wasn't affected O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yeah reached home at 9+ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YIREN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed the birthday celebration :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICCCTURES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_M3ZelGBI/AAAAAAAABqM/aIPqmE7P4NY/s1600-h/Photo%27001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170076149348636690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_M3ZelGBI/AAAAAAAABqM/aIPqmE7P4NY/s400/Photo%27001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh very nice yes yes yes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_M3ZelGCI/AAAAAAAABqU/D4ME0goWcjE/s1600-h/Photo%27004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170076149348636706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_M3ZelGCI/AAAAAAAABqU/D4ME0goWcjE/s400/Photo%27004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 三国演义!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_M3pelGDI/AAAAAAAABqc/fM8gfnjvzOE/s1600-h/Photo%27005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170076153643604018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_M3pelGDI/AAAAAAAABqc/fM8gfnjvzOE/s400/Photo%27005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_M3pelGEI/AAAAAAAABqk/y-6E_uDkt8o/s1600-h/Photo%27006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170076153643604034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_M3pelGEI/AAAAAAAABqk/y-6E_uDkt8o/s400/Photo%27006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah so both Sinyee and I are infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_M35elGFI/AAAAAAAABqs/Sap_Lbgfyso/s1600-h/Photo%27007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170076157938571346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_M35elGFI/AAAAAAAABqs/Sap_Lbgfyso/s400/Photo%27007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not anymore! Now the sink is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(fyi I broke the test tube in the end and cut myself HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_OvZelGQI/AAAAAAAABsE/fjKQavA27r8/s1600-h/Photo%27020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170078210932939010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_OvZelGQI/AAAAAAAABsE/fjKQavA27r8/s400/Photo%27020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_OvpelGRI/AAAAAAAABsM/eM85Md1uPYs/s1600-h/Photo%27021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170078215227906322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_OvpelGRI/AAAAAAAABsM/eM85Md1uPYs/s400/Photo%27021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_OwJelGSI/AAAAAAAABsU/0KlGBNvl5Kw/s1600-h/Photo%27022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170078223817840930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_OwJelGSI/AAAAAAAABsU/0KlGBNvl5Kw/s400/Photo%27022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_OwZelGTI/AAAAAAAABsc/gyvI0Kt9W3A/s1600-h/Picture037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170078228112808242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_OwZelGTI/AAAAAAAABsc/gyvI0Kt9W3A/s400/Picture037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's the 181.5cm teacher O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_OwpelGUI/AAAAAAAABsk/kqtFjIHVeu0/s1600-h/Photo%27023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170078232407775554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_OwpelGUI/AAAAAAAABsk/kqtFjIHVeu0/s400/Photo%27023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just after the song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_N1pelGLI/AAAAAAAABrc/wzhIZkJUJuI/s1600-h/Photo%27014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170077218795493554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_N1pelGLI/AAAAAAAABrc/wzhIZkJUJuI/s400/Photo%27014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_N15elGMI/AAAAAAAABrk/BnNn-tO0FH8/s1600-h/Photo%27015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170077223090460866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_N15elGMI/AAAAAAAABrk/BnNn-tO0FH8/s400/Photo%27015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natasha is a monkeeeey! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_N2JelGNI/AAAAAAAABrs/ipirxFgBsV8/s1600-h/Photo%27017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170077227385428178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_N2JelGNI/AAAAAAAABrs/ipirxFgBsV8/s400/Photo%27017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry Wilson but I always manage to catch you in retarded poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_N2JelGOI/AAAAAAAABr0/EXgEgWFCVG0/s1600-h/Photo%27018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170077227385428194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_N2JelGOI/AAAAAAAABr0/EXgEgWFCVG0/s400/Photo%27018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_N2ZelGPI/AAAAAAAABr8/sikCYRVkoYU/s1600-h/Photo%27019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170077231680395506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_N2ZelGPI/AAAAAAAABr8/sikCYRVkoYU/s400/Photo%27019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_NW5elGGI/AAAAAAAABq0/JTnXBwj1re4/s1600-h/Photo%27008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170076690514516066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_NW5elGGI/AAAAAAAABq0/JTnXBwj1re4/s400/Photo%27008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha, brave Janet! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_NXJelGHI/AAAAAAAABq8/DNiuYZQOch0/s1600-h/Photo%27010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170076694809483378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_NXJelGHI/AAAAAAAABq8/DNiuYZQOch0/s400/Photo%27010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Janet's famous hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_NXJelGII/AAAAAAAABrE/MnT5ZotPwXs/s1600-h/Photo%27011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170076694809483394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_NXJelGII/AAAAAAAABrE/MnT5ZotPwXs/s400/Photo%27011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_NXZelGJI/AAAAAAAABrM/0vsaDxSo-oc/s1600-h/Photo%27012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170076699104450706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_NXZelGJI/AAAAAAAABrM/0vsaDxSo-oc/s400/Photo%27012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_NXpelGKI/AAAAAAAABrU/-T_cW-BK-ZE/s1600-h/Photo%27013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170076703399418018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_NXpelGKI/AAAAAAAABrU/-T_cW-BK-ZE/s400/Photo%27013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170079765711100242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_QJ5elGVI/AAAAAAAABss/eIcRh1RkKec/s400/Photo%27024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*check out Wilson's face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yay the end.&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from 3 and a half hours of maths tuition. Was so drained and dazed that I said "Bye Mrs Tan" to my teacher, who apparently is called "Mr Tan."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I scuttled off before he realised what I'd actually called him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/37846061-6479488624935297608?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/6479488624935297608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=6479488624935297608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/6479488624935297608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/6479488624935297608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-yiren.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY YIREN!'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7_M3ZelGBI/AAAAAAAABqM/aIPqmE7P4NY/s72-c/Photo%27001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-7449240561320266941</id><published>2008-02-21T19:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:11:45.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore's hosting the Youth Olympics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singapore's hosting the Youth Olympics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard it on TV just now. Apparently the other contender was Russia so yeah it's pretty wow that we got it. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forced Natasha to read out the cheesy personal response I wrote for the LA presentation. I gave the script to her and she took one look at it and gave me an omg face. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K then recess and then music which was pretty entertaining. Because of the skinny jeans teacher. Who made Bryan hold an angklung and wear the EDS mask. Which fyi is damn horrendous. It's rubber and its yellowy green and has these red sores all over it and the eyes are balls and the mouth is open and stuck together much like some ghost.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. He got Bryan to stand up and wear it (with our support of course) and Bryan did, and then he gave him an angklung, and Bryan took it, then he said, "Everybody, cameras out!" or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;I felt pretty bad. Cause it's quite mean of us to do that and the whole class was laughing nuts. Including me yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Am very tired. Stayed back then studied then waited for Natasha to finish dance and Yuhua Wilson Yiren to finish digging up the field in search of earthwormsys and Mark to finish his npcc stuff then went backkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn lah sian tomorrow cannot dance. I freaking need andandand love wudao! It keeps me going throughout the week y'know. Helps with the destressing and all. Sighsighsigh.&lt;br /&gt;But Weijia says maybe we'll be practicing on the field next Monday? And Cheryl says full dress rehearsal for Kaleidescope next Friday. Haha, excitingggg. I wonder how dancing on the field will feel like. Hot -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Edit)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rrrright. I just read &lt;a href="http://pspy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pearl's blog&lt;/a&gt; and saw Cheryl's tag which finally knocked the fact into me about what we're going to be wearing for kaleidescope. I kinda knew it all along but woaah hahaha woaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copy and pasted from &lt;a href="http://pspy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pearl's &lt;/a&gt;tagboard :D-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Feb 08, 05:09&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: HAHAHA. cloth with a butterfly D: we have to wear that on the field/track if we ever get it yeah? awwh man. its like walking around with. a piece of cloth on you. and let everyone watch you. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Feb 08, 05:22&lt;br /&gt;pearl: ya and under the hot sun, with expression some more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaaha. Piece of cloth with a butterfly, yo.&lt;br /&gt;Well the pants are nice. And does not induce ultra expansion of my sweat glands (very important indeed!)&lt;br /&gt;Haha oh well I think with the leotard below it's really quite okay lah :) Maybe we're just not used to it that's all :) Hope all goes well!&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou everybody for all the remaining tests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edited againnn)&lt;br /&gt;My mother's so sweet she asked me if I wanted a chocolate cake at the right time. (Feeling pissed off and slightly moody). Yay I'm happy now. Amazingly quickly. After the chocolate. Haha so Zina you should eat some chocolate maybe it'll make you happier and less stressed! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-7449240561320266941?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/7449240561320266941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=7449240561320266941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7449240561320266941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7449240561320266941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/02/singapores-hosting-youth-olympics.html' title='Singapore&apos;s hosting the Youth Olympics!'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-8553690200039751678</id><published>2008-02-20T18:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:04:12.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short short one :D</title><content type='html'>K today was fun! Although I had occasional tinges of migraine. Again. But it was my fault. Because I slept with wet hair last night.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother would possibly scream if she knew that. Anyway today had P.E and we ran 5 rounds! Yay! My timing's improved lots yay. Haha 11.13 or something? I was after Sinyee Haonan Gordon Wilson Mark Yuhua Sharon Kimberly and I think Chengyee and forgot who elseeeeee. Anyway c'monnnnnn they're guys and Sharon and Kimberly are trackers and Chengyee and Sinyee are capable of running with the guys so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Yay I very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOH. K hmm yeah then we had ACC which I think is alot better now since our teacher changed. She's more interesting. The zhang hua lao shi or something. 'Cause she zihighs. And laughs at her own jokes. Then we laugh at/with her :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay then LA test blahblahblah then Maths blahblahblah then Geog during which we heard that we got in for Kaleidescope and Qiurui and I (being in the same group) went entirely crazy. Mrs Chin was like omg. Yay then Emily Mark Qiurui and I made the ugliest possible flowchart thing because &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; of us was laughing like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm then Bizlab which was boring as usual and I drew/wrote on every page of Natasha's notes. And our group won yay! 37K LEHHH. So $2 worth of mcdonalds vouchers oh yeaaahh :D And the guys' group got m&amp;amp;ms huh so there :D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that decided not to wait for Natasha Charmaine and co because tomorrow got cheng yu ting xie. So Xinxin Sinyee me Yuhua Wilson Mark and Yiren squeezed into Grace's mother's carrr! Got a lift to Buona Vista yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you Grace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah then so the car is super big and the guys squeezed in front and we were behind, and we were joking that the back row has 3 people and the front row has 3.5 people because Yuhua is too skinny to be counted as 1. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During P.E today Mr Siva was like, "You're disappearing from this world!" and we were all like HAHAHAHAHA. Okay yeah very funny yay. One of my P.E shorts has this split at the right side and it's getting longer -.- And apparently Jasmine has the same problem so it's not my fault. Hahaha. I hope we (the girls) won't play rugby for interclass, damn. It is so unfun. Hahaha. I want volleyball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay highed with Yijia and Natasha after P.E by racing along the track. Hahaha I must never lose to Natashaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah.&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We got in for Kaleidescope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WOOOOOOH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the field-which-may-or-may-not-be-muddy mightn't sound very nice. But at least we get to dance. Although everyone got in. But stillllzdfsfsdsshnd! :D&lt;br /&gt;k yay have to do the LA presentation now. Am relatively happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S I Love You Sinyee :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-8553690200039751678?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/8553690200039751678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=8553690200039751678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/8553690200039751678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/8553690200039751678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/02/short-short-one-d.html' title='short short one :D'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-5263034929140360247</id><published>2008-02-15T20:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:00.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drown your sorrows in green tea.</title><content type='html'>I know I seem like I've changed. To Sinyee Charmaine and Natasha. Chengyee too. Maybe to everyone else I'm still the same. And I know how I seem like I've changed. It's just. I don't know. Anyway, all I care about is whether I get good grades and do well in school/wudao. That's all I want to achieve. If I can maintain that, then by my own rules, I decided I can do whatever damn well I want. Of course, I will never ever cross that line that I said I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;At the start of last year, when I first entered DHS, I promised myself two things: &lt;strong&gt;I would never fold my skirt, and do THAT&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, and I'm going to keep true to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. All that I strive hard for is just good grades and doing fine in wudao. That's all. I don't yearn to change back to whoever I was before, because that me really only cared about grades, grades, and grades. They were pretty much my goal in life -.- I don't want to live a life like that.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha but I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;内部&lt;/span&gt; quite through and through, although my answer for the last question in the CME book exercise about the one for what will you do if people call you a 丑八怪 was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"他们也好不到哪里去。”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I could just hug green tea to sleep. Now I see what Yiren sees in it even if MIGHT kill sperm. Sigh today's lessons were pretty good, not too hiong and the Science test was okay lah. I don't have too bad a feeling about it. I usually have these horrible premonitions if I think I'm gonna not do well. And the premonitions are like 95% accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha oh well. Hung around eating porridge for lunch. Then went wudao. And then the audition. Pffttttt sian I didn't get tangled up in the chous but what's worse is that I missed the pai zi for quite alot of stuff then I would be like shitshitshitohdamnit :( Haha but I smilleeeeed. Like a madwoman.&lt;br /&gt;:D Anyway it's over, I really really hope we get in. Sigh like Weijia said on her blog, I don't see why they have to make the dance groups compete for a chance to perform. Everyone should be able to lor. We all worked as hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah anyway pretty enjoyed wudao &lt;3 Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 60px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 40px; BACKGROUND: url(http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png) no-repeat; WIDTH: 300px; COLOR: #009933; PADDING-TOP: 50px; FONT-FAMILY: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;94 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay credits to Dora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRAY.&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7WQmZelGAI/AAAAAAAABqE/5vDIqnKC1h4/s1600-h/59142275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167195136826087426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7WQmZelGAI/AAAAAAAABqE/5vDIqnKC1h4/s400/59142275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I swear dance is the most awesome creation on earth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(edit!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love Jay Chou again. I grew up with his music. Yeah man Jay Chou rockkkks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-5263034929140360247?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/5263034929140360247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=5263034929140360247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/5263034929140360247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/5263034929140360247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/02/drown-your-sorrows-in-green-tea.html' title='drown your sorrows in green tea.'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7WQmZelGAI/AAAAAAAABqE/5vDIqnKC1h4/s72-c/59142275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-4529986455285916433</id><published>2008-02-14T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:13.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>St Valentine's; paper bags and plastic hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yay for Boys Like Girls. I like them very much :D the first song of their songs I heard was Thunder (Accoustic). Haha anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, alternatively, Friendship Day.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee, Natasha and Charmaine I love you three!&lt;br /&gt;Wenting Mingwei Junyi I love you all too!&lt;br /&gt;Chengyee for the lovely card and pretty spastic photo!&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine Neo for the cute post-it thing!&lt;br /&gt;Shihui for the M&amp;amp;Ms!&lt;br /&gt;Yijia for the marshmellow!&lt;br /&gt;Yiren for the rose you gave me!&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl for the chocolate which was really nice!&lt;br /&gt;Mark for -cough- helping me hold my science book all the way!&lt;br /&gt;Yuhua for helping me draw the heart!&lt;br /&gt;Wilson for giving me part of your biscuit! (amazingly hor)&lt;br /&gt;Emily for teaching me Maths today and always! :D&lt;br /&gt;Sally for being my lovely angel!&lt;br /&gt;Sharon for organising Angel and Mortal for us you're a really great chairperson!&lt;br /&gt;Jamie for the card!&lt;br /&gt;Wen Xin for the card toooo!&lt;br /&gt;Pearl, Suiying, Qiurui, Serene, Sarah, Karen, Yingxin and all the other wudao people!&lt;br /&gt;Ningli for helping me choose another top half of the costume!&lt;br /&gt;Zina and Weijia for the cards and Zina for the biscuits! (yay maybe I'll be able to ace my 2.4 like you when I finish the last of them LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2J, for being 2J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we've really grown alot more bonded/united as a class this year and more accepting of some people. Hahaha yup, so Jubix always, yeah. ♥&lt;br /&gt;Love all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha aww I feel so loved today. It's a really great feeling. I wish everyone could feel it, everyday and every minute :D anyway, went home with Yuhua Wilson Mark today and we calculated that we have FIVE tests next week including Malay (which I am fully ready to flunk hoho).&lt;br /&gt;Like LOL LAH. It's so absurd that it's amusing. Greaattt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee dear I'm so sorry I really really couldn't stay today, if not I would just go home feeling guilty. Remember last year I stayed back almost everyday and my grades totally fell like crazy and I couldn't pull them up again in time for eoys. Sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. After the final test (Maths Week 9) and the last project, I promise I'll stay back with you and we'll go to the gymn and drink Milo dinosaur and get high and watch some people and do whatever you damn want :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures, all the people I love :D from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QMjJelF7I/AAAAAAAABpc/sT_m_vlhP4g/s1600-h/Image1632005564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166768470479935410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QMjJelF7I/AAAAAAAABpc/sT_m_vlhP4g/s400/Image1632005564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QMjpelF8I/AAAAAAAABpk/vU7AF03lQuo/s1600-h/photo005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166768479069870018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QMjpelF8I/AAAAAAAABpk/vU7AF03lQuo/s400/photo005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QMjpelF9I/AAAAAAAABps/2xJ0YAAVYZA/s1600-h/09052007382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166768479069870034" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QJKpelFmI/AAAAAAAABm0/LXdQe5OI0Fo/s400/Picture012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QIk5elFdI/AAAAAAAABls/FGvs2vulnNY/s1600-h/natasha%27s+bdae+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166764102498194898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QIk5elFdI/AAAAAAAABls/FGvs2vulnNY/s400/natasha%27s+bdae+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QIk5elFeI/AAAAAAAABl0/nZcZrAuMc60/s1600-h/natasha%27s+bdae+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166764102498194914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QIk5elFeI/AAAAAAAABl0/nZcZrAuMc60/s400/natasha%27s+bdae+(6).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QIlJelFfI/AAAAAAAABl8/-HsiTNQdQcs/s1600-h/natasha%27s+bdae+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166764106793162226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QIlJelFfI/AAAAAAAABl8/-HsiTNQdQcs/s400/natasha%27s+bdae+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QIlZelFgI/AAAAAAAABmE/zDTwSAdiYRY/s1600-h/Fantastic+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166764111088129538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QIlZelFgI/AAAAAAAABmE/zDTwSAdiYRY/s400/Fantastic+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QIlpelFhI/AAAAAAAABmM/rLqo5k3Aazo/s1600-h/wilson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166764115383096850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QIlpelFhI/AAAAAAAABmM/rLqo5k3Aazo/s400/wilson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QH-ZelFZI/AAAAAAAABlM/JYi0KDJ5FiM/s1600-h/DSC03947t.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166763441073231250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QH-ZelFZI/AAAAAAAABlM/JYi0KDJ5FiM/s400/DSC03947t.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QH-pelFaI/AAAAAAAABlU/MLPkE7FS9BM/s1600-h/29072007850t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166763445368198562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QH-pelFaI/AAAAAAAABlU/MLPkE7FS9BM/s400/29072007850t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QH-5elFbI/AAAAAAAABlc/Yu9Wsmg9FLY/s1600-h/photo007t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166763449663165874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QH-5elFbI/AAAAAAAABlc/Yu9Wsmg9FLY/s400/photo007t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QH_JelFcI/AAAAAAAABlk/unpnZF86Vg0/s1600-h/natasha%27s+bdae+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166763453958133186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QH_JelFcI/AAAAAAAABlk/unpnZF86Vg0/s400/natasha%27s+bdae+(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QHVJelFTI/AAAAAAAABkc/5RgE9gtCBaU/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166762732403627314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QHVJelFTI/AAAAAAAABkc/5RgE9gtCBaU/s400/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QHVpelFUI/AAAAAAAABkk/OAcsnP10yRo/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166762740993561922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QHVpelFUI/AAAAAAAABkk/OAcsnP10yRo/s400/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QHV5elFVI/AAAAAAAABks/Kpv6DdiZN2w/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture.008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166762745288529234" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QG3ZelFOI/AAAAAAAABj0/3h3sgYazocE/s400/I+love+my+bread!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QG3pelFPI/AAAAAAAABj8/xi036x0LRVw/s1600-h/DSC04785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166762225597486322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QG3pelFPI/AAAAAAAABj8/xi036x0LRVw/s400/DSC04785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QG35elFQI/AAAAAAAABkE/p57UC48pnB4/s1600-h/1888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166762229892453634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QG35elFQI/AAAAAAAABkE/p57UC48pnB4/s400/1888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QG4JelFRI/AAAAAAAABkM/xk9IbbOgn3I/s1600-h/tententen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166762234187420946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QG4JelFRI/AAAAAAAABkM/xk9IbbOgn3I/s400/tententen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QG4ZelFSI/AAAAAAAABkU/kBafT94reTI/s1600-h/Photo-0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166762238482388258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QG4ZelFSI/AAAAAAAABkU/kBafT94reTI/s400/Photo-0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QGdJelFJI/AAAAAAAABjM/mChJRFlh8J0/s1600-h/frong+neh%3D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166761770330952850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QGdJelFJI/AAAAAAAABjM/mChJRFlh8J0/s400/frong+neh%3D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QGdZelFKI/AAAAAAAABjU/GQfYruFc0G8/s1600-h/grapesss+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166761774625920162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QGdZelFKI/AAAAAAAABjU/GQfYruFc0G8/s400/grapesss+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QGdpelFLI/AAAAAAAABjc/Qu_rwUwC5L0/s1600-h/DSC04380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166761778920887474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QGdpelFLI/AAAAAAAABjc/Qu_rwUwC5L0/s400/DSC04380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QGd5elFMI/AAAAAAAABjk/ZpX4NGKbZ_c/s1600-h/DSC00344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166761783215854786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QGd5elFMI/AAAAAAAABjk/ZpX4NGKbZ_c/s400/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QGeJelFNI/AAAAAAAABjs/S3Kouon7FXY/s1600-h/Image002umwm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166761787510822098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QGeJelFNI/AAAAAAAABjs/S3Kouon7FXY/s400/Image002umwm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QFqpelFEI/AAAAAAAABik/u6-lVYFqQiA/s1600-h/AngelinaJolie_1J_rachel_sinyee+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166760902747558978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QFqpelFEI/AAAAAAAABik/u6-lVYFqQiA/s400/AngelinaJolie_1J_rachel_sinyee+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QFqpelFFI/AAAAAAAABis/lYg8zq1wdug/s1600-h/%C3%9E%C3%8E%C3%A7008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166760902747558994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QFqpelFFI/AAAAAAAABis/lYg8zq1wdug/s400/%C3%9E%C3%8E%C3%A7008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QFq5elFGI/AAAAAAAABi0/0DHishSXEEo/s1600-h/photo006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166760907042526306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QFq5elFGI/AAAAAAAABi0/0DHishSXEEo/s400/photo006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QFrJelFHI/AAAAAAAABi8/eXCNG_TMnlE/s1600-h/Picture.001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166760911337493618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QFrJelFHI/AAAAAAAABi8/eXCNG_TMnlE/s400/Picture.001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QFrZelFII/AAAAAAAABjE/AfnQxDgKnzU/s1600-h/DSC04177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166760915632460930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QFrZelFII/AAAAAAAABjE/AfnQxDgKnzU/s400/DSC04177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Those were the days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yay done. Science test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I only have the heart left to study yay. Just that I don't get any idea of whatever Ms Tan talks about in class. Nobody does O.O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Throw it away&lt;br /&gt;Forget yesterday&lt;br /&gt;We'll make the great escape&lt;br /&gt;Won't hear a word they say&lt;br /&gt;They don't know us anyway&lt;br /&gt;Watch it burn&lt;br /&gt;Let it die&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we are finally free tonight.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Haha so, who's the white words person? :D:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-4529986455285916433?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/4529986455285916433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=4529986455285916433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/4529986455285916433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/4529986455285916433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/02/st-valentines-paper-bags-and-plastic.html' title='St Valentine&apos;s; paper bags and plastic hearts'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R7QMjJelF7I/AAAAAAAABpc/sT_m_vlhP4g/s72-c/Image1632005564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-4331343235195620223</id><published>2008-02-11T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:24:34.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ten tired things</title><content type='html'>1. The chou2 is super heavy and my arms just felt like falling off.&lt;br /&gt;2. I made alot of &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;obvious&lt;/span&gt; mistakes for the first cny performance but not the second -.-&lt;br /&gt;3. I am terrified at ferrying eighty dollars worth of chou2 to school for wudao and back again.&lt;br /&gt;4. I hurt myself during wudao.&lt;br /&gt;5. (The kneeling down part).&lt;br /&gt;6. There is blood.&lt;br /&gt;7. It is very damn pain but better now.&lt;br /&gt;8. I had quite bad migraine from the moment I woke up all the way after both the performances and until halfway of wudao practice. Then it cleared. And I just felt like dying.&lt;br /&gt;9. The senior high dance is very nice and no joking :)&lt;br /&gt;10. I have no idea how I'm going to do tingxie tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sinyee Natasha Wilson Yuhua :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But Ningli only has one son-in-law, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-4331343235195620223?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/4331343235195620223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=4331343235195620223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/4331343235195620223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/4331343235195620223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/02/ten-tired-things.html' title='ten tired things'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-3336100377106833660</id><published>2008-02-10T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:26:29.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored and stressed and pulling my hair out.</title><content type='html'>Sian lah so much homework. It's impossible to finish all of it. I have been stoning at my poem analysis for Does It Matter for most of today afternoon and I'm still not done with it.&lt;br /&gt;So not entertained. Enough of war poems already cannnn. Make us do so many huh. People also people k. Can go crazy one k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think to write a reflection you must feeeeeel the poem. Then if you have to write like what 3 different reflections for 3 different poems then you're going to feeeeeeeel 3 times which sucks because war is so not fun and is all about dying and sadness and remorse and frustration and bitterness and (my LA paper is in front of me now). And I feel really drained now after feeeeeeling for the second time already.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. And I haven't done the diaries yet. Because I scared do not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian lah. SIANSIAGNSDAFDSHFWEW. Thennn I have to wake up early tomorrow. Because even the first bus cannot reach school at 7.15. Alternatively the mrt is always available. Then I was planning to mug tomorrow afternoon away but then got wudao. Not saying I don't enjoy wudao (yes i dooooo!) but sigh there's no time then by the time go back what time already still no energy do work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you not understand that chinese new year is for visiting relatives? It is a time for family gatherings and bak kwa and love letters and a time for catching up and a time for relaxing. It is not a time to be sneaking off into your room to do the latest Standard Form worksheet when you're supposed to be playing with your kid nephew (come on admit I know you did it too). It's a time of playing mahjong with your dunnowhichaunt and getting angbaos and talking with your cousins. It's a time of reunion dinners. And if you want me to add in all the stereotypical stuff about love and joy and harmony and family I will but my fingers are feeling a little sore from typing "that soldier this this soldier that" all day.&lt;br /&gt;They say "take advantage of this cny holiday to catch up on your work!" but actually. The cny holidays don't mean anything, because they're all taken up by visiting and reunion dinners. And don't forget that visiting is an all-day affair. There's no okay-we-need-to-do-homework-now-bye-see-you-next-cny-k. It's stay all day.&lt;br /&gt;So minus the cny holidays, we're left with the usual weekend: Saturday and Sunday. Like wow. So totally coooool. Perfect amount of time to finish off the huge pile of homework.&lt;br /&gt;*Actually, it's not so much of homework. It's more of tests and major assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Check out the science test and tingxie coming your way on Week 7!-&lt;br /&gt;-P.S Tingxie is on three chapters remember that people, important fact you know!-&lt;br /&gt;-Don't forget that the three diary entries are due on Friday, day of Science test! Major event!-&lt;br /&gt;-Oh hey not forgetting... the LA TEST! Also on Week 7! Action-packkeddd!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really don't want to get me started on Week 8. Or Week 9. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to insert one minor expletive here but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed lols. I'm going to make this post the most monstrous ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from Karen -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. So what will we call you?&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. And how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Suppose you see your boyfriend kissing another girl,what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Go home and cry. After I'm done with the sadness I'm going to slap him. Then I'm going to slap the girl (x1000). Then I'm going to mourn somemore. Then maybe after like a long time go and find a new one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Yay! You got a free holiday, South America or North Korea?&lt;br /&gt;South America. angmoh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What would you do if a teacher of the opposite sex hit on you?&lt;br /&gt;Huh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Right now do you prefer a Strawberry Milkshake or a Banana Cupcake?&lt;br /&gt;milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Is your phone within a meter radius of you?&lt;br /&gt;YES MY PREEEETY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Wait, are you a guy or a chick?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mother hen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 . What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;grey shirt green skirt. it's what i wore to church today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 . What color is the thing you are sitting on right now?&lt;br /&gt;Beige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you doing this just because you’re bored?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What season is it right now? Do you like it?&lt;br /&gt;Hot. Yes I like it very much. Nice right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 . Who do you think you’re going to spend New Year’s with?&lt;br /&gt;Family lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Was last New Year’s enjoyable?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I kind of just stayed at home and took pictures of my Dad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I’ll betcha you miss someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do now shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Can you type over 60 words per minute?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I tried yesterday :D 83.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Are you high?&lt;br /&gt;Very very far from it. Right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. McDonalds or KFC?&lt;br /&gt;I hate both. I hate fastfood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Krispy Kreme, Donut King or Wendy’s?&lt;br /&gt;ERRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Target, Wal-Mart or K-Mart?&lt;br /&gt;Is that like angmoh again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What color is your top?&lt;br /&gt;Grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 . Is that color your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;Okay lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Is there a high chance of you going out to the movies soon?&lt;br /&gt;Probably not. Five tests are leering at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What’s something that’s bothering you right at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;Nay I canna' tell ya so there -pout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 . Can you surf?&lt;br /&gt;No. I think it'd be cool to know how to though.&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't think I want to wear a bikini or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 . Are you easily scared by horror/thriller films?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Very, very easily. I can never watch one alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 . If you were given $100, would you spend it, or save it?&lt;br /&gt;Save it. I will never use so much money on my own accord. Parents would shake the house to its foundations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. If there was a large spider in the room, would you stay?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I would shout for Daddy to come help me kill it, and he always always will. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;9.19pm/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;I think I said that before, haha. In some other quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Would you ever become a vegetarian or even vegan?&lt;br /&gt;What is a vegan man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 . Where are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you think your crush likes another person?&lt;br /&gt;Haha do you have a licence to ask all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What is your desktop picture?&lt;br /&gt;2J class photo taken during level camp with the words I love Jubix on it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 . Can you swim well?&lt;br /&gt;Okay lor I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you shop for clothes?&lt;br /&gt;No dear. The only clothes I buy myself are FBTs. My mother doesn't allow me to buy my own clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Where do you think your crush is right now?&lt;br /&gt;Err. What about in school, burning up all the five test papers? That would be nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 . And what are they doing?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I just said that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Would you rather go to Tokyo or Paris?&lt;br /&gt;PARIS. angmoh yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. How about Melbourne or Rome?&lt;br /&gt;Rome. Isn't that some romantic place. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 . Do you have a guitar in your house?&lt;br /&gt;No. My sister's ex-boyfriend knew how to play though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Are you listening to music right now?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Who else is in the room with you?&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 . In winter, would you rather wear jackets or hoodies?&lt;br /&gt;Errrrr. What exactly is a hoooodie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 . Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I wasssssss. hmm. Bathing now. Because I'm supposed to be bathing by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How often do you get onto friendster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't use friendster. AND PLEASE DON'T ASK ME TO JOIN. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah man Karen your answer rocks :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. How long can you go without your mobile phone?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Depends. Haven't tried. For as long as I need to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Is your bed made of metal or wood?&lt;br /&gt;Errr. Hah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What would be the best Christmas gift someone can get for you this year?&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay all crap answers I know my dears you love me and the five tests and I have now reached whatyoucallit ah yes the point of saturation THIS is the point where all the tests and assignments have to stop right HERE -draws line- HERE okay bye hope I don't mess up for tomorrow's performance gah.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;sms conversation with Natasha I did want to post this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rachel: Haha k chill I wasn't accusing you or what. Just asking. Yeah IT'S CRAZY. LIKE ONE AND TWO AND THREE OF EVERYTHING. siao lah. I don't know how I'm going to do the two poem analysis. And study for the science test and do my three diary entries and study three chapters of tingxie. And all that is due next week. When you actually type it all out like that, it's really crazy. Even if you try to tell yourself that it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Natasha: I don't try to tell myself it isn'tcause I know it is. Bleah. She think we what literature superman ar. Everything also war war war. I go to war with her then she know ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rachel: HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA YOU KNOW WHEN I READ THAT LAST SENTENCE IN YOUR SMS I TOTALLY LOST IT AND GIGGLED LIKE A MANIAC ALONE IN MY ROOM AND LAUGHED UNTIL I COUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Natasha: HAHAHA, can imagine. Haha. Little miss giggles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh well lets all go crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-3336100377106833660?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/3336100377106833660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=3336100377106833660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/3336100377106833660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/3336100377106833660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/02/bored-and-stressed-and-pulling-my-hair.html' title='bored and stressed and pulling my hair out.'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-5951404301272575917</id><published>2008-02-09T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:13.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the mood for love!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha I just downloaded the entire album (25 songs) of In The Mood For Love for my mother :D She was trying to burn from the DVD which is impossible because the stingy people who made the DVD put it into the DVD instead of a separate CD. then she was like so desperate.&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaha so I went and tried my luck downloading by bittorrent and within a day it finished already omg :D So then I played the music suddenly and her face totally lit up like some sun :D Haha it was really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like eh how you get one how you get one! Then I was like hurhur internet lor :D Then she said eeeh i thought need to pay one? Then I was like -coughcough- I play the music louder now ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I think it's a great movie lah anyway and the music's not bad too :) Some old show with those damn intoxicating violin music and seriously nice cheongsams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R62fDJelFBI/AAAAAAAABiI/aufpSKpvJWY/s1600-h/img_menu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164959224096429074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R62fDJelFBI/AAAAAAAABiI/aufpSKpvJWY/s400/img_menu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R62fDZelFCI/AAAAAAAABiQ/xTHWx6tb2D8/s1600-h/gsf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164959228391396386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R62fDZelFCI/AAAAAAAABiQ/xTHWx6tb2D8/s400/gsf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an old movie by Wong Kar Wai :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Oh my dear I just calculated that I probably have to wake up at 5.15am on monday. Yay. Hmph I want new songs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-5951404301272575917?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/5951404301272575917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=5951404301272575917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/5951404301272575917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/5951404301272575917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-mood-for-love.html' title='In the mood for love!'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R62fDJelFBI/AAAAAAAABiI/aufpSKpvJWY/s72-c/img_menu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-592442157732035337</id><published>2008-02-06T17:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:50:44.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short liao lor!</title><content type='html'>Back to kong hwa today it was quite sian I almost wanted to go home but then we saw Woon Wei and gang then wanted to go out but nobody can -.-&lt;br /&gt;And Mrs Tan not there. And Zhang Lao Shi hasn't changed.&lt;br /&gt;Sian.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we went out, 8 people. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Wenyi Weishan and I and Woon Wei Yu Yang Lionel Eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaza Sing to watch some pretty shitty movie which wasn't worth eight bucks therefore the movie name is called Le Grand Chef I caution you not to watch it :)&lt;br /&gt;As in it's okay but it's not worth so much $$.&lt;br /&gt;Then after paying for the ticket I left $0.00. So no lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennnn. We go home. It was quite okay lah the outing :) But seriously lacking of people. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now all the guys so tall then we all like almost one head shorter lols sad. Even Lionel is like freaking tall already haha.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh 6/2 ah 6/2.&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so many tests after cny and so many ongoing projects wl sigh die already.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays after  I come back from school I just can't help falling onto the bed and just sleeping. Then I end up skipping dinner and going to bed hungry. Sigh. I need some energy to tide over the five tests coming up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-592442157732035337?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/592442157732035337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=592442157732035337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/592442157732035337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/592442157732035337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/02/short-liao-lor.html' title='short liao lor!'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-557499197963704624</id><published>2008-02-05T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:03:19.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit down and talk with me.</title><content type='html'>Yesyes comecome. Whoever wants to talk to me, please come. Free talking session. I need to pourrrrrr out. Doubts and worries and complaints. Onto somebody. Which can't be Natasha my usual pouring jar. Because she got off at city hall today.&lt;br /&gt;Smartie.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went home with clara and natasha today! :)&lt;br /&gt;And Clara's damn cute you know we were trying to flag down a taxi for her then we were all talking and this empty taxi just breezed by and then it drove past us then we were like omg omg taxi go Clara! Then she raaaannn after the taxi. but didn't catch it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEVER EVER, EVER EVER, EVER EVER EVER EVER WANT TO GO HOME ALONE AGAIN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, no.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very scared.&lt;br /&gt;Somemore Mrs Tan's (maths teacher) story about her student who didn't tuck in her shirt and had some sick pervert slip his hand in up THERE and got ______ed didn't help the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time I would have been sooo grateful for company. I wouldn't even have minded if Wilson popped up out of nowhere and asked for ten tubes of haribo cos I would have given him that in exchange for company. Balgjidpfyhpaieytwpt79w37sdggfsdhfasd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still very scared sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! Tomorrow going back to Kong Hwa yay! :) Yuhan says that dance change three teachers already. Huh omg -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well anyway. conversation between me and Sinyee! Just part of it though :) The rest is censorrrred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After I told her about the Indian man thing. (the thing that made me scared lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;♥ jubixislove. #09 RACHEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I TELL YOP IF EH FARE TO MOLEST ME I WILL TOTALLY FRACTURE HIS STUPID HEAD WITH MY TEN THOUSAND KG BIO BOOK AND KICK HIM ONTO THE TRAN TRACKS AND ASK THE TRAIN DRIVER REVERSE AND IRON HIM SO FLAT THAT HE WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FATHER ANY CHILDREN THEN I WILL STAND IN FRONT OF HIM AND WAVE AND SMILE AND MAKE SURE THE NEXT TRAIN COME ALONG ASAP TO MAKE SURE HE DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;♥ jubixislove. #09 RACHEL. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee :] says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee :] says:&lt;br /&gt;OKAY CHILL YO&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee :] says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAHHAHAHAAHAHHA omg I wouldnt dare to rape you anymore D:&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee :] says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA XD&lt;br /&gt;♥ jubixislove. #09 RACHEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;♥ jubixislove. #09 RACHEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;you're not a sick indian man who deserves to be ironed flat :)&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee :] says:&lt;br /&gt;YAY MEANING I STILL HAVE CHANCE TO RAPE YOU HAHAHA :x&lt;br /&gt;♥ jubixislove. #09 RACHEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU = OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;♥ jubixislove. #09 RACHEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;♥ jubixislove. #09 RACHEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee :] says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA YAY YAY YAY&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee :] says:&lt;br /&gt;omg HIGH xD&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee :] says:&lt;br /&gt;Rachel allows me to ____ her.&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee :] says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG -drops dead-&lt;br /&gt;♥ jubixislove. #09 RACHEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;no change that to&lt;br /&gt;♥ jubixislove. #09 RACHEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee already ______-ed Rachel before consent was given&lt;br /&gt;♥ jubixislove. #09 RACHEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;♥ jubixislove. #09 RACHEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaaha&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee :] says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHA&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee :] says:&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW YOU'RE SAYING. YES. YOU CAN.&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee :] says:&lt;br /&gt;GO AHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee :] says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;♥ jubixislove. #09 RACHEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;♥ jubixislove. #09 RACHEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;huh depends on my mood! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho be careful of Sinyee wor :D Hahahahaha. Yay, kong hwa tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to &lt;strong&gt;Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer&lt;/strong&gt; it's very nice :)&lt;br /&gt;k i typed a whole chunk about what made me scared but blogger ate it up so I think blogger is super lousy but it can't be helped so yeah anyway I don't care already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAjdTYWOASDYUAFOSDaghKDFSGSDHAdfjakfsdgsdag53sd4fatwet I need someone's judgement on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I just realised that the last six letters of my random typing makes up 'fat wet'. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-557499197963704624?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/557499197963704624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=557499197963704624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/557499197963704624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/557499197963704624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/02/sit-down-and-talk-with-me.html' title='Sit down and talk with me.'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-44511092779023229</id><published>2008-02-03T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T18:26:04.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red is for auspicious and taking advantage</title><content type='html'>Sai lah take advantage of the cny hols to give us so much homework.&lt;br /&gt;Somemore all graded one. Then after that got so many test.&lt;br /&gt;Like wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg give us a break can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-44511092779023229?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/44511092779023229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=44511092779023229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/44511092779023229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/44511092779023229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/02/red-is-for-auspicious-and-taking.html' title='red is for auspicious and taking advantage'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-3346543657403176941</id><published>2008-02-01T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:15.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first yearbook and cartwheels</title><content type='html'>WI was supposed to upload pictures but I think my phone hates me ever since I dropped it a zillion times in a zillion different places.&lt;br /&gt;Can't connect to the computer :(&lt;br /&gt;Oh welllllllzzzzzzzzzx.&lt;br /&gt;Got my first yearbook today yay. And there are lots of 1J pictures inside so yay for us :D There's even that one we took with the guys during interclass &amp;amp; I don't know why but we were all flushed red like crazy, even Yuhua. Needless to say I look like a red baboon ass. Hahhaaha.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;Today's wudao was like haha quite crazy. Because cartwheels really do bring an adrenaline rush. Like omg. Last week I saw Qiurui screaming and running and laughing then I was like omg. K then this week I think I was worse. HAAHAAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I was like hahahahahahahahaha. Actually I was doing dao ti halfway then I err changed to da tiao then I fell to the floor and rolled around laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHHAHAHAHAHA IT WAS SO DAMN FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Pearl was like doing starjumps in the air and going wheeeeee! Yay it was very fun hoho. And very err high. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Weijia has like what 7 sons in laws and Ningli has 2 and I'm wondering how all of that happened hahaha! Yay then after that Cheryl and I went to find Yuhua Natasha Sinyee they all and we went home together yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think the EDS dance is very cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah hmm k what else happened. Oh for dinner I ate three seaweed chicken thingys again :( damn lah so hungry now. K note to self, I owe Natasha $1.50, Charmaine $0.10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyoh I really must lian4 my yao1 li4 already I seriously think even if it's flexible I have no control at all bbspfsdgsh. Ohyes and the err cny costume is omg scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay today was really great. Especially wudao and jibengong and laughing with Weijia Zina Ningli and all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;WUDAO WAN SUI :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures from 2007 ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R6MsfEcmo_I/AAAAAAAABhs/bJyfSXzjD6o/s1600-h/hasfdgdf.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R6MsfEcmo_I/AAAAAAAABhs/bJyfSXzjD6o/s1600-h/hasfdgdf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162018510178001906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R6MsfEcmo_I/AAAAAAAABhs/bJyfSXzjD6o/s400/hasfdgdf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R6MsfUcmpAI/AAAAAAAABh0/is_h7gvReak/s1600-h/Image1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162018514472969218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R6MoI0cmo0I/AAAAAAAABgU/U0IAJAPuX-I/s400/lovelove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162016388464157666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R6Mqjkcmo-I/AAAAAAAABhk/h8O2I0DgIOw/s400/IMG_2599new%2520copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE WUDAO I LOVE WUDAO I LOVE WUDAO I LOVE WUDAO I LOVE WUDAO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tahahahaha my bluetooth name is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 小熊爱跳舞！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and cheryl's is chang jing lu :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-3346543657403176941?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/3346543657403176941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=3346543657403176941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/3346543657403176941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/3346543657403176941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-first-yearbook-and-cartwheels.html' title='my first yearbook and cartwheels'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R6MsfEcmo_I/AAAAAAAABhs/bJyfSXzjD6o/s72-c/hasfdgdf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-4070772662413892174</id><published>2008-01-31T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:33:12.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>printing service</title><content type='html'>Doing The Soldier reflections thingy now.&lt;br /&gt;Sian lah. I'm so so so so so so so scared I can't write it well.&lt;br /&gt;And I have a deadline! 11 plus. Which is when Yuhua's going offline which is when I have to send him by because he's supposed to help me &lt;strong&gt;print.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway school's been really, really, reaaally tiring these few weeks. Tomorrow there's a malay test which I will happily flunk because I have decided there is no point in studying and wasting away my very limited brains :)&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to wudao every Monday and Friday. Like, destressing.&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder why but I have been breaking out into these crazy fits of laughter nowadays but it's not truly happiness. I don't know. I guess it helps to destress. But it's not truly real laughter because I'm not truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of school. And assignments. And projects. With people who suck e.g the one who is supposed to clean the damn dustbin on the damn Fridays. Pity me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headaches are coming back to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing is that they aren't migraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I really need to get some proper rest.&lt;br /&gt;This is seriously burning me out.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be there for you, if you should ever need me.&lt;br /&gt;I would always love you, believe me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-4070772662413892174?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/4070772662413892174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=4070772662413892174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/4070772662413892174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/4070772662413892174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/printing-service.html' title='printing service'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-2055371923581296985</id><published>2008-01-29T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:43:52.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheng tng.</title><content type='html'>Hmm was eating dinner with Natasha just now at Bedok Food Centre and the chengtng is heavenly o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was interesting because we're going to start on human reproductive system in science and it sounds really exciting and please, &lt;em&gt;not in the sick way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for Natasha and co to finish third lang I was studying in the classroom and when I flipped open the book and saw some picture I almost felt like giving up totally hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But really, once you get started, it's just a body part and seriously nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how my sister can study with real-life pictures of that staring out at her, and it's like nothing to her. Once she said, "EH CHEL. SEEEE?" then she opened her textbook and showed me. Oh thank you very much -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you know that the male and female sex cells each have 23 chromosomes, and when they fuse they make 46 altogether, which is exactly the number a normal cell should have!&lt;br /&gt;So we all have exactly 23 from each of our parents. Like omg it's so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERFECT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw I kind of finished the guy part yah and it was very interesting because everything fits together so perfectly. Like everything has a function and that's how a baby comes about so yay it's so marvellous haha. It's really really perfect. God's great :D&lt;br /&gt;X and Y chromosomes and 23 and 46 :D&lt;br /&gt;Which is so much better than learning about diffusion and osmosis and what shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUUPPPPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taggggg replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mingwei:&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaa oh no you really do not want to have my brain cause I suck at everything else hor :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zina:&lt;/strong&gt; YUP SHE DID IT WAS REALLY FUNNY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yiyun:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHA WELL GLAD YOU KNOW, MY DEAR! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chengyee:&lt;/strong&gt; Lols it's alright and I think your tagboard colours aren't as insane anymore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinyee:&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm apparently they denied? Even Mark help Wilson say never leh o.o Like huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zina:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I THINK OF ALL MY NEW NAMES VERY FUNNY. What sotong and what abunehnehhhhh or whatever. Hahaha. Yup thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pearl:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha k we must jiayou tgt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuhua:&lt;/strong&gt; ok lah ok lah sickoooo :D I know the new topic v fun for you right haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yijia:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't knowww. They denied it totally O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. I'm very happy, today no homeworkkkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FREAKING CAN'T WAIT TO GET BACK TO KONG HWA.&lt;br /&gt;AND SEE EVERYBODY, THOUGH I'LL BE FEELING FREAKING SHORT.&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;sorry. a little loss of control there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really don't know how such people can exist. Tsktsk. DESPICABLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I'm not talking about any of the guys. Despite their sickness and all they're still better by millions. Huh. SERIOUSLY. LIKE HOW CAN SUCH PEOPLE EXIST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's at times like these, that I really wish I could control who reads my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Am a little pissed off sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-2055371923581296985?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/2055371923581296985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=2055371923581296985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/2055371923581296985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/2055371923581296985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/cheng-tng.html' title='cheng tng.'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-3470343200611975956</id><published>2008-01-28T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:51:42.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for a purpose</title><content type='html'>Blogging for a purpose not for leisure.&lt;br /&gt;First, and foremost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;CONGRATS PEARL!&lt;br /&gt;YOU DID IT! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SPLITSSSS YO :DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I owe Pearl one sweet now :) Yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Maths CT on Week 9, and Science-Chinese-Geography CT on Week 8 rightho just kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite high now cause of wudao and I reallyreallyreally want to do cartwheels proper :) &amp;amp; there's so much jibengong i have to improve on dsa teawtyeawsAFSD :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will actually leave you to decide whether the below part is white because I like the colour or if there are words! :D Ooh guessyguessssssszzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deleted lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOHHH WELLL. I should do my chinese worksheet now. And my history group has somebody in it who doesn't do duty on fridays. Greatt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-3470343200611975956?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/3470343200611975956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=3470343200611975956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/3470343200611975956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/3470343200611975956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-purpose.html' title='for a purpose'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-5996996099937559679</id><published>2008-01-26T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:16.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eight thousand graves</title><content type='html'>My church pastor once told in a sermon this story which was really shocking.I can't exactly remember the story with all the right details but this is about it.&lt;br /&gt;There was this very promising teenager who just graduated from school.She went on a cruise against her parents' wishes and she met a guy who said he loved her. Within two weeks they planned to get married. They did IT (k seriously, tell me how many words are there for the three-letter word that begins with S) He gave her a small box before the cruise ended, then they parted ways. He made her promise to only open it when she got back home. When she finally got back home, she rushed into her bedroom and opened the box, thinking that it might be a diamond ring.&lt;br /&gt;Inside the box, was a miniature coffin. And on the coffin, the words "Welcome to the world of Aids" were engraved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over the world, 8000 people die from AIDS every day.&lt;br /&gt;That means when you go to sleep at night, eight thousand have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Haha hmm that was random I just thought it was really shocking and incredibly evil.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was err bored and went browsing around my Favourites and ended up at the Kong Hwa website. Sigh I miss the school so much. I miss 6/2 and Mrs Tan :( Really hope I'll be able to go back and watch the celebrations, and that nothing will go wrong. +++++, this will be the year that khs chinese dance will go for SYF. I so want to go back can. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comnet.com.sg/creative/konghwa/www/cca_arts_chinesedance.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This, is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was SYF my year. I wonder how their SYF this year will be like. I wonder if Kong Hwa has changed. I wonder if Mrs Tan still keeps our offence file, if she still remembers our names, if there's more koi in the pond.&lt;br /&gt;There are really lots of things to miss about Kong Hwa, if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha. Exchanging icons with Sinyee on msn now. It is very super absolute fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5sHB0cmovI/AAAAAAAABfQ/BrgCoukmK6o/s1600-h/LJuser_jolene412+%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159725525922915058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5sHB0cmovI/AAAAAAAABfQ/BrgCoukmK6o/s400/LJuser_jolene412+%5B6%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The seas are ours, and by the powers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-5996996099937559679?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/5996996099937559679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=5996996099937559679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/5996996099937559679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/5996996099937559679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/eight-thousand-graves.html' title='eight thousand graves'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5sHB0cmovI/AAAAAAAABfQ/BrgCoukmK6o/s72-c/LJuser_jolene412+%5B6%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-8265482351328582894</id><published>2008-01-26T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:17.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an exciting friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes very exciting lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And congrats Pearl for managing splits :) See I told you you could do it. Jiayou :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 periods of chinese wasn't as much a killer as I thought it would be. Wudao was pretty fun :) Except that liangls kept calling me a sotong o.o And thrice the red cloth thingies got stuck in the metal thing above the stage and it was so funny I almost wet my pants laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully that won't happen on the real day. And yay I know how to spin the cloth already :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm it ended about 7pm yeah then met Natasha Charmaine Xinxin Sinyee and the guys then we walked to the mrt and Cheryl Sinyee Char Nata and I took a cab to the Arts House to watch the My Mother play which apparently is in the newspapers today! I don't know why it has a different name there though. &lt;b&gt;Life! page 8&lt;/b&gt; go see! There was this coooooll taxi uncle that allowed all five of us in :D We rushed there and didn't have our dinner because there was no time and that was when I realised that I didn't take my lunch &lt;u&gt;AND&lt;/u&gt; dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my parents knew, I'd be dead. Haha. K then we went in to watch the plaaaayy. Apparently we were watching it in a black box and Natasha the all knowing one will explain to you what it is. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Then all the lights dimmed and there was this uh roaring sound and it was really O.O because it was so dark I couldn't see my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Then at the curtain there there was this very small light and some THING came crawling out of it and it was seriously like a horror movie come to life. You know the long hair woman crawl out of the TV across the floor kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up holding hands with charmaine and natasha. Looked down our row and we were all holding hands with each other, Cheryl and Sinyee and Char and Nata and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha the sight was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was damn grotesque. The person was like shuffling out and lying on the floor and then when she finally emerged from the curtain her hands and arms and legs were all twisted at the weirdest, most impossible angles. She rolled all over the floor. Writhing. And sometimes smiling and sometimes frowning. At the last part there were tears on her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;And it was damn freaking scary. Go read Life! PAGE EIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the thing was over we met the teacher who helped us get the tickets and asked her about tomorrow's play, Above Us Only Sky. Yeah and she was like, nono be assured that one won't be as abstract at this one. And I was like, oh hell yeah it better be.&lt;br /&gt;K then Sinyee and Cheryl went home and Natasha, Charmaine and I wandered the streets for like half an hour looking for a affordable place to eat. By that time it was about 9+ going to 10. Finally got to Marina Square and went to mcdonalds because the food court was closed -.-&lt;br /&gt;I can't order a proper meal at mcdonalds I don't know how to! Natasha practically ordered everything that I ate for me. Seriously, ha. I never went to mcdonalds with my family. Like not even once a year -.- And like wth is upsize o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K anyway we sat down to eat and we got the giggles so yeah. Laughlaaughlaughlaugh./ eat finish already go home.&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at 11.35pm and if my father didn't come and get me from Bedok, it would have been 12 midnight which would have been scary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Got home so exhausted I slumped on my bed and in the middle of listening to Bizarre Love Triangle by Frente (2 minutes plus) I was asleep. Because my mother woke me up to take the earphones off. By then the song was ending already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not bad, first time I fell asleep so fast. I used to have insomnia. Which sucked :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5rH2UcmokI/AAAAAAAABd0/yWW5h5YK1jU/s1600-h/Photo%27002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159656059121869378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5rH2UcmokI/AAAAAAAABd0/yWW5h5YK1jU/s400/Photo%27002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharon's really sweet :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5rH2kcmolI/AAAAAAAABd8/Mj9C8_q2Hgo/s1600-h/Photo%27003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159656063416836690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5rH2kcmolI/AAAAAAAABd8/Mj9C8_q2Hgo/s400/Photo%27003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I forgot what this was but anyway it looked nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5rH20cmomI/AAAAAAAABeE/evVzHPMg7tY/s1600-h/DSC01261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159656067711804002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5rH20cmomI/AAAAAAAABeE/evVzHPMg7tY/s400/DSC01261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us, in front of the thing that looked nice but whose name I forgot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5rH3EcmonI/AAAAAAAABeM/1Z8JGvkV1g0/s1600-h/theplay+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159656072006771314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5rH3EcmonI/AAAAAAAABeM/1Z8JGvkV1g0/s400/theplay+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The War Memorial.&lt;br /&gt;I actually never saw it in real life until yesterday. Very majestic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5rH3UcmooI/AAAAAAAABeU/Bi7TzEoLRJw/s1600-h/Photo%27001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159656076301738626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5rH3UcmooI/AAAAAAAABeU/Bi7TzEoLRJw/s400/Photo%27001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Errr. Eggs yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will be going to Tampines Library to study with Sinyee and Natasha tomorrow, and then off to the play which isn't supposed to be as abstract.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I must finish all my homework todaaay! Ohohohh.&lt;br /&gt;And when I told my mother I got in for CAP, she was like, "Oh then you must be the last one to get in lah?" and I was freaking hurt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Dunman High, not Kong Hwa. It's like so much harder? I was so put off by her. Tried so SO SOS OSOOOO hard and all I got was that.&lt;em&gt; You last one lah right not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do learn to appreciate your daughter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5rJFkcmopI/AAAAAAAABec/YUMPDk5l-8Y/s1600-h/00202.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159657420626502290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5rJFkcmopI/AAAAAAAABec/YUMPDk5l-8Y/s400/00202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh don't lose your head'/Cause none of us were angels/And you know I love you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-8265482351328582894?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/8265482351328582894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=8265482351328582894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/8265482351328582894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/8265482351328582894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/exciting-friday.html' title='an exciting friday'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5rH2UcmokI/AAAAAAAABd0/yWW5h5YK1jU/s72-c/Photo%27002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-7005098894473389413</id><published>2008-01-23T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:45:08.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay I cut my hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YAY I CUT MY HAIR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESYESYESYSESYESYS I HAVE SO LOOKED FORWARD TO THIS DAY! You can't imagine how hard it was to tie bun and wash hair and dry hair and tie hair in the morning when you're going to be late for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg yay I'm freeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Snipped off four inches today at some shop at Tiong Bahru. Damn happy. Yay, cny's coming soooon! Get to go back to Kong Hwa :)&lt;br /&gt;And see Mrs Tan. And omg yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can finally tie a bun properly during wudao. And stop Qiurui from laughing at the sheer hugeness of the thing -.- Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. Been really tired these few days. &lt;strong&gt;But very, very, VERY HIGH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been zihighing from the morning until end of school since Monday. Oh very good. &lt;strong&gt;This is very good. &lt;/strong&gt;It makes me run faster, it makes me more awake for schoolwork, it makes me more alert, it makes me happier! :DDDDDDDD Was freaking overly high during the running during P.E today. Was singing/screaming You Are My Sunshine between breaths HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today for lunch, Natasha, Sinyee and I ate the porridge from the yong tau foo stall. I swear that's the best food in the whole canteen. Anyway we each had two eggs o.o I know it sounds so piggy but it's damn nice can. Charmaine didn't have it though because she doesn't like eggs :( So after lunch we four walked back to class and I realised Natasha was flushed like crazy and so was Sinyee and so was I. And all our faces were hot and red. HAHAHA LIKE OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Really, really red. This is the first time I ever saw Natasha Oh Fair One with a red face. I think we all remained red until RS started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Conversation between my parents and I. I find them very cute sometimes hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh Daddy now all the food zhang jia lor.&lt;br /&gt;Father: Oh okay then you want me to raise your pocket money to 40? (now it's 30)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er don't need lah.&lt;br /&gt;Mother: EH WHY NOT YOU INCREASE MY ALLOWANCE!&lt;br /&gt;Father: -silence-&lt;br /&gt;Mother: I don't care! &lt;strong&gt;INCREASE NOW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: Omg o.o&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;My mother apparently needs $$ for the same things that I do, except she buys clothes + SK 2 + a zillion other luxuries :D&lt;br /&gt;LOL LAH HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of things to blog about but oh well I shouldn't slack so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh and this was really funny cause yesterday we were supposed to finish up indices assignment 2 in class when Mrs Tan wasn't around so everybody ran around class checking answers and screaming something to the power of somethings blah.&lt;br /&gt;And it was really funny because about the whole class was stuck on Question 2b except Junyi the geeenius. :D Then I was totally messed up already with the indices and tiny freaking irritating powers then Yuhua did this funny thing I forgot what.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like. &lt;strong&gt;What the problem is with you?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When actually I was thinking of saying either what the hell is wrong with you/what's your problem but really this is a classic example of how Maths can mess you up.&lt;br /&gt;Then Natasha and I laughed ourselves silly and after that I laughed with Yuhua and we all went crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;School nowadays actually isn't very bad :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting nerdier and more extreme.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But nah. I'm not a nerd still :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;You are my sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;My only sunshine&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy&lt;br /&gt;When skies are grey&lt;br /&gt;You never know dear,&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take my sunshine away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-7005098894473389413?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/7005098894473389413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=7005098894473389413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7005098894473389413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7005098894473389413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/yay-i-cut-my-hair.html' title='Yay I cut my hair!'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-4272502353694703118</id><published>2008-01-21T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:17:36.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short and sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Come to CS Concert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;青春旋律！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMECOMECOME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st May 2008, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Theatre.&lt;br /&gt;7.30-9.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Labour Day&lt;br /&gt;$10.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;COME OKAYYYYYYY/&lt;br /&gt;PLEASEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;-gets down on knees-&lt;br /&gt;Come and I'll love you forever!&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaha. K maybe not o.o JUST COME MAN :D&lt;br /&gt;Keep that lovely day free! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-4272502353694703118?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/4272502353694703118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=4272502353694703118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/4272502353694703118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/4272502353694703118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/short-and-sweet.html' title='short and sweet'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-1391853272532558699</id><published>2008-01-19T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:17.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>terrific moodswings</title><content type='html'>200th post but I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have these really fantastic moodswings. Really one moment up and one moment down. I remember during History, Ms Ling was showing us all the ppt slides on what year this so-and-so explorer did this and who was he and when he died and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Explorers is not tested in exams btw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K then I looked around and straightaway everyone had their notebooks out and were furiously copying down. and I was like, shit I guess I'll copy too. Ms Ling was like waiting 91292142 years for everyone to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*haha my phone number*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's like, so much competition. Now it;s not about who works the hardest. Because everyone's working really hard. It's about who's the smartest, and I was never really among the top 35 in that area. Kind of think I'm number 36, lols.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, nothing I do will ever work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I HATE MOODSWINGS. they make me feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go lie on my bed and listen to music while my stupid phone is charging.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me that I have to practice. THE CNY DANCE RED CLOTH THINGYS.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Hopefully the dear thing doesn't boomerang around my room again. Last night it hit the lamp like a wet potato sack o.o&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I get better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5IA1JiMykI/AAAAAAAABds/kDwV-EFtLq0/s1600-h/communityLJ_caugraphics+%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157185436385069634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5IA1JiMykI/AAAAAAAABds/kDwV-EFtLq0/s400/communityLJ_caugraphics+%5B2%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-1391853272532558699?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/1391853272532558699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=1391853272532558699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/1391853272532558699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/1391853272532558699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/terrific-moodswings.html' title='terrific moodswings'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5IA1JiMykI/AAAAAAAABds/kDwV-EFtLq0/s72-c/communityLJ_caugraphics+%5B2%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-5401204709054582209</id><published>2008-01-19T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:20.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a productive saturday</title><content type='html'>Yay since Mingwei nagged me about posting about this I shall. And anyway I think it's too funny to ever miss.&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Natasha stole Yuhua's wallet and we all gathered around looking at his ezlink card. Me, Mingwei and Jamie and Charmaine. Never see before can. I swear once he almost molested me for stealing his wallet &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha k joking joking.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was damn funny we all laughed like crazy until our legs gave up on us and everybody crashed to the floor. He didn't realise until like a zillion years later. And came for his wallet. Then he got it back. But the image of his ezlink card photo was imprinted on all our minds already.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So we drew his face all over the whiteboard. To be exact, Natasha Jamie and Mingwei did. I didn't. Hahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Today went to study with Sinyee at Tampines Library! :D&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dear I was late. I went right after tuition, a whole day of studying ahead. I'm wondering how I'm still alive. Serious kkkkkzzz. Had such a great time at tuition. Did a zillion indices questions and then then then smart Mr Tan (Natasha's and my tuition teacher) give all fraction one I almost dieeeedd. There's these small sums to solve here solve there to get just the numerator and blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yeah. Back to tampines library :D i think today was really productive for me. For Sinyee dear too I guess. Someone hardworking already! :O Finished quite alot of stuff that I'd wanted to do. We stayed until 6.30 around there so yeah, spent 4.5 hours at the library.&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts now. And ambitious Sinyee somemore say every Saturday go out study omg. I think my brain will just dry up and die hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe :) I think it's a good idea anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pictures&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5Hy2JiMySI/AAAAAAAABbc/IkMeEGzs09k/s1600-h/Photo%27001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157170060402149666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5Hy2JiMySI/AAAAAAAABbc/IkMeEGzs09k/s400/Photo%27001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson's very interesting pencilcase.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5Hy2piMyTI/AAAAAAAABbk/9NtFGAyAyaI/s1600-h/Photo%27003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157170068992084274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5Hy2piMyTI/AAAAAAAABbk/9NtFGAyAyaI/s400/Photo%27003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5Hy2piMyUI/AAAAAAAABbs/nq44KYWO7eU/s1600-h/Photo%27004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157170068992084290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5Hy2piMyUI/AAAAAAAABbs/nq44KYWO7eU/s400/Photo%27004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mingwei! &lt;3&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5Hy25iMyVI/AAAAAAAABb0/5bvkfzog31w/s1600-h/Photo%27007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157170073287051602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5Hy25iMyVI/AAAAAAAABb0/5bvkfzog31w/s400/Photo%27007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jamie has gone off her rocker at last! &lt;3&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5Hy3JiMyWI/AAAAAAAABb8/IF8NvuvZlyM/s1600-h/Photo%27009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157170077582018914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5Hy3JiMyWI/AAAAAAAABb8/IF8NvuvZlyM/s400/Photo%27009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duty roster. I swear if airpork didn't do dustbin duty on Friday I'm going to fairly scream at him.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5H00ZiMycI/AAAAAAAABcs/B0gZbenKLbQ/s1600-h/Photo%27006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157172229360634306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5H00ZiMycI/AAAAAAAABcs/B0gZbenKLbQ/s400/Photo%27006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Classic example of our illustration of Mr Yuhua's ezlink card picture.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5H0opiMybI/AAAAAAAABck/yEcO3ixBSOE/s1600-h/Photo%27017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157172027497171378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5H0opiMybI/AAAAAAAABck/yEcO3ixBSOE/s400/Photo%27017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We embarked on drawing his lifetime journey.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5H1RZiMydI/AAAAAAAABc0/JUr-ciNX53E/s1600-h/Photo%27014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157172727576840658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5H1RZiMydI/AAAAAAAABc0/JUr-ciNX53E/s400/Photo%27014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5H1RZiMyeI/AAAAAAAABc8/yp32sMvHFnU/s1600-h/Photo%27023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157172727576840674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5H1RZiMyeI/AAAAAAAABc8/yp32sMvHFnU/s400/Photo%27023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at Tampines library, after going crazy on Maths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart rate stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5H1SZiMygI/AAAAAAAABdM/fk27LjGixCo/s1600-h/Photo%27027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157172744756709890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5H1SZiMygI/AAAAAAAABdM/fk27LjGixCo/s400/Photo%27027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee hardworking liao wor!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5H1SpiMyhI/AAAAAAAABdU/Wxc2pudS_Jw/s1600-h/Photo%27030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157172749051677202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5H1SpiMyhI/AAAAAAAABdU/Wxc2pudS_Jw/s400/Photo%27030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICENICENICENICE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5H2t5iMyiI/AAAAAAAABdc/3TUE1iFDREk/s1600-h/Photo%27029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157174316714740258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5H2t5iMyiI/AAAAAAAABdc/3TUE1iFDREk/s400/Photo%27029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Fickle O.O&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5H2uJiMyjI/AAAAAAAABdk/W_z0hoXU7b4/s1600-h/Photo%27025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157174321009707570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5H2uJiMyjI/AAAAAAAABdk/W_z0hoXU7b4/s400/Photo%27025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, my work :D during slacking. There's something else but only little miss fickle knows hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-5401204709054582209?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/5401204709054582209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=5401204709054582209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/5401204709054582209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/5401204709054582209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/productive-saturday.html' title='a productive saturday'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5Hy2JiMySI/AAAAAAAABbc/IkMeEGzs09k/s72-c/Photo%27001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-5996258246072513490</id><published>2008-01-18T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:20.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burnout//skirts were not made to be miniskirts.</title><content type='html'>Hahha as the title says, I wonder if I will. Burnout I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Both Nata and Char say I'm overstressing myself which I don't think is true o.o You haven't seen me overstressed yet. Actually the way I am now is the way I started Year One last year. Everyday guaiguai do homework study study sleep. and not much else. Lols yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't see ANYTHING WRONG AT ALL with having a long skirt. And -insert Gordon's signature tone- COME ONNNNNN, it's just covering the knees! Which if you think about it, follows the school rules exactly. Or the Code of Conduct or whatever. OOOOHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Must not be above the knees.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- Shirts did not come ready-made with drawstrings, skirts did not come ready-made folded once or twice or thrice. They came just as they were. To be worn that way.&lt;br /&gt;UNDERSTAND, YUHUA?&lt;br /&gt;IF EVER YOU READ THIS :D&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Not all girls have skirts way up to their thighs alright? Man -.-&lt;br /&gt;And whoever said skirts couldn't be long? And COME ONNNNN they aren't even crazily long. They're just covering the freaking knees. Knees = the knobbly part of your leg that helps you walk. Understand? K-n-e-e-s.&lt;br /&gt;Shirts are meant to be tucked in, and skirts leh? Hmm. Folded I guess? Apparently it's the fashionnn! But it's not the school rules.&lt;br /&gt;No offence meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be easily angered nowadays lols.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah oh well.&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://dancerhapsody.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dora's blog&lt;/a&gt; hoho :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A. Found in my Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Narnia poster&lt;br /&gt;2. Study table&lt;br /&gt;3. Huge spongebob toy&lt;br /&gt;4. Huge tasmanian devil toy.&lt;br /&gt;5. Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B. I've always wanted to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dance better&lt;br /&gt;2. Ace my studies&lt;br /&gt;3. Make people stop laughing at chinese dance performances.&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat five eggs in a day.&lt;br /&gt;5. Have a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I'm not joking around with number 3. I would love to smash their faces into a concrete wall and make all their gums + teeth fall out and make them regret that laugh :) but of course I wouldn't. I'm nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C. Found in my Bag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pink Panther umbrella (mine k copyrighted mine!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Bun net stuff.&lt;br /&gt;3. Organiser&lt;br /&gt;4. Earphones&lt;br /&gt;5. Free post-its from my mother's office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D. Found in my Wallet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A picture of my family&lt;br /&gt;2. Two neoprints with Natasha Char Sinyee Clara Cassandra&lt;br /&gt;3. Popular Card&lt;br /&gt;4. torn and tattered list of jubix cheers from level camp 07 :D&lt;br /&gt;5. Bayshore Park card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E. I am currently into&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Zihighing (I should really do this everyday)&lt;br /&gt;2. Speeding Cars by Imogen Heap&lt;br /&gt;3. Wudao (very much)&lt;br /&gt;4. Understanding Maths properly&lt;br /&gt;5. Sleeping appropriate hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F. People to tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Darling you know I don't care :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I understand Science for the first time when Ms Tan is teaching. But that's NOT because she teach THEN i understand. It's cause I went to check Wikipedia first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even Wikipedia is a better teacher. And I'm sorry to say that but it's the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homework!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bring chinese notes until wan bi gui zhao.&lt;br /&gt;2. Research on China's sustainable measures.&lt;br /&gt;3. Recopy Malay notes&lt;br /&gt;4. Read chinese ke wen (2)&lt;br /&gt;5. Finish Chinese li shi ren wu paper (suan fen)&lt;br /&gt;6. Science worksheet&lt;br /&gt;7. Maths supplementary worksheet&lt;br /&gt;8. Week 6/7 Malay Test&lt;br /&gt;9. LA blog entry due by Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister gave me this really great organiser for Christmas and it's the prettiest thing I've ever seen. But the pages are only the size of my hand and the width is my index finger -.- Ended up squeeeezing everything in. But it's really pretty. Every page got picture of rabbit/leaves/flowers/birds/ladybugs that kind of thing. And all the pictures go according to the four seasons :D niceeeee righttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will go practice my shou wan thingys afterward :D See if I can do 20 + 10 + 10 progressively haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5CpcpiMyRI/AAAAAAAABbU/anyFFVhjdzA/s1600-h/14479984.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156807882989947154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5CpcpiMyRI/AAAAAAAABbU/anyFFVhjdzA/s400/14479984.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-5996258246072513490?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/5996258246072513490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=5996258246072513490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/5996258246072513490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/5996258246072513490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/burnoutskirts-were-not-made-to-be.html' title='burnout//skirts were not made to be miniskirts.'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R5CpcpiMyRI/AAAAAAAABbU/anyFFVhjdzA/s72-c/14479984.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-616813832989942049</id><published>2008-01-17T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:21.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chop-chop I'm a supersonic speed machine!</title><content type='html'>K I have to make this short. There's lots lots lots of work to be done today.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling much better already! :DDDDDDDDDDDDD yes the smiley with many mouths kind of summarises it. I laughed like crazy with Natasha yesterday and today about the CEO of Airpork and Stay Hungry-Stay Foolish and MathsAss and all the other crap I forgot about! But the airpork one was funniest. Guess who? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. I know I'm mean :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dare don't do dustbin duty again I'll be meaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;That was a nice and EVIL smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho. I'm in a gay mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-P.S you know gay has THREE meanings? Gay = homosexual, gay = happy, gay = feeling lethargic and not wanting to do anything. Mrs Asha Vora says so hoho. American slang or something :) -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait today.&lt;br /&gt;Today at Ghim Moh eating with the usual people we saw this Year One boy eating with two girls. Then Yuhua was saying wah so young can tao hao nu hai zi k but that's not the point. The point is that his shirt was ENTIRELY untucked.&lt;br /&gt;Not the half tuck in half tuck out type. The &lt;strong&gt;WHOLE THING OUT&lt;/strong&gt; type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we told him to tuck in his shirt then he like just grinned at us and did this put up both hands thing then stuffed the front part of his shirt into his pants.&lt;br /&gt;He more like CRUMPLED it in. It looked really primary school and made me SUPER mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lu han ling lao shi was like SO close by. If the boy walked any further he confirm caught liao. But he didn't. Walked off with the two girls.&lt;br /&gt;Damn lah. Diu Dunman High de lian. He's in the dunman high uniform and with the badge and all the other stuff and he's in a PUBLIC PLACE can?&lt;br /&gt;I felt like walking up to him and giving him a tight slap and ripping off his DHS badge and if he don't want to tuck in his shirt then he might as well don't be a Dunmanian. Since he takes no pride in the fact that he's in this great school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ooh I have a violent streak in me hoho!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO RESPECT.&lt;br /&gt;NO RESPONSIBILITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year it wasn't like this.&lt;br /&gt;I hate guys/girls who don't tuck in their shirts. On PURPOSE.&lt;br /&gt;IT LOOKS SO PRIMARY-SCHOOL. And add the fact that you take no pride in the fact that you're in Dunman High. Don't want tuck in is it. Take the whole shirt out lah! Fun right! Wait till Mr Teo catch you :) That'll be so fun I would laugh my head off.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how high your PSLE score, you have to freaking tuck in your shirt and not walk around in the Dunman High uniform looking like a hooligan fresh from a garbage can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;K i should stop here now :)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think school is getting abit too liberated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R48RlJiMyJI/AAAAAAAABaY/XCZAtwUqeD0/s1600-h/Photo%27008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156359428274702482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R48RlJiMyJI/AAAAAAAABaY/XCZAtwUqeD0/s400/Photo%27008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shape poem, hoho. It's an axe cutting a vein! :D I gave my mother to see and she was like huh o.o what is that? You sure teacher can read? Why your words so small? Type out lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R48RlpiMyKI/AAAAAAAABag/rJpO-52Y75s/s1600-h/Photo%27007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156359436864637090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R48RlpiMyKI/AAAAAAAABag/rJpO-52Y75s/s400/Photo%27007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday all pathways to my condo block were flooded.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R48Rl5iMyLI/AAAAAAAABao/XslMM3tfCEQ/s1600-h/Photo%27006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156359441159604402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R48Rl5iMyLI/AAAAAAAABao/XslMM3tfCEQ/s400/Photo%27006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a LAKE -.- Envision me wading through that! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R48RmJiMyMI/AAAAAAAABaw/uDQIxyIX92c/s1600-h/Photo%27004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156359445454571714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R48RmJiMyMI/AAAAAAAABaw/uDQIxyIX92c/s400/Photo%27004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I wrote that on Yuhua's table during shufa in 2J classroom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R48RmZiMyNI/AAAAAAAABa4/ysFXC_13FoA/s1600-h/DSCN0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha just for entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R48VhZiMyOI/AAAAAAAABbA/AxI55jDrNj0/s1600-h/youDrawTom.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156363761896704226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R48VhZiMyOI/AAAAAAAABbA/AxI55jDrNj0/s400/youDrawTom.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R48VhZiMyPI/AAAAAAAABbI/l0X3m2ff_-A/s1600-h/fistman.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156363761896704242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R48VhZiMyPI/AAAAAAAABbI/l0X3m2ff_-A/s400/fistman.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ran 2.4km and I STILL CAN'T REACH 14 MINUTES PLUS. SIAN. WHYYYYY. I REALLY WANT :(&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Next Tuesday try harder.&lt;br /&gt;I can do it I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;I'm Supergirl yay :D&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, there, baby&lt;br /&gt;It's just text book stuff&lt;br /&gt;It's in the ABC of growing up&lt;br /&gt;Now, now, darlin'&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't kill yourself&lt;br /&gt;'Cause none of us were angels&lt;br /&gt;And you know I love you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speeding Cars - Imogen Heap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/kvVqxkjbMl/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/kvVqxkjbMl/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustmustmustmust listen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++ did you know that Ferdinand Magellan died on my birthday 473 years ago? In 1521! That's the guy who first travelled around the world successfullyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;He died on my birthday! April 27 becomes all the more important! :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-616813832989942049?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/616813832989942049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=616813832989942049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/616813832989942049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/616813832989942049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/chop-chop-im-supersonic-speed-machine.html' title='chop-chop I&apos;m a supersonic speed machine!'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R48RlJiMyJI/AAAAAAAABaY/XCZAtwUqeD0/s72-c/Photo%27008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-2540863498048408238</id><published>2008-01-15T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:48:34.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just not good enough</title><content type='html'>And last Friday I came home rested awhile then practiced jibengong sigh I realize I'm getting worse because my left side is like entirely retarded and useless -.- Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel good enough, I don't think I'm good enough, I probably am not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take so long to understand just one maths question and I can't write proper LA things anymore and I can't do the zillion jibengong things that I wished I could and I can't memorise 70+ chengyu by today and if the test is tomorrow, I can't pass, and I can't run 2.4 in 14 minutes and I can't stop getting migraine on and off and I can't be the top and I can't sleep early because I have to revise maths therefore in the morning I get migraine and when I come back home I can't stay awake cause I'm too sleepy then I stay up late into the night doing work and the cycle repeats itself, and I can't beat somebody in academics and I can't find the time for a study session and I can't I can't I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCH EASY THINGS TO SOME AND SUCH DIFFICULT THINGS TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, there are some people whom you admire, you wish you could be like them. You think. How do they do it? And then there are the people you think you're better than. You think. Why they so lousy o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone admires me, lol. Because I don't even admire myself.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much frustration that I just feel like stopping time and lying down for a century to rest just so I can catch up with the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I have to do, so many things I want so badly to do, but just don't find the strength to. I really want things to go right. But I haven't the energy left for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Kong Hwa, I wanted to be the top in whatever I was good at. I really, really WANTED to be the top, just the top, or somewhere near there, and nothing else. Not average or poor. Just the top. I wanted to get top 10 for napfa run and top 10 for CA/SA and do the straightest splits and the best xiayao and hmm what else is there I wanted to be top in English and blahblahblah. Now that's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;What type of person am I man.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I still have to revise Maths and learn 70+++++++ chengyu.&lt;br /&gt;Done with the shape poem, though :)&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother giving me a pep talk or anything. &lt;strong&gt;And thanks Natasha for being there :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-2540863498048408238?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/2540863498048408238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=2540863498048408238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/2540863498048408238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/2540863498048408238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-not-good-enough.html' title='Just not good enough'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-4764317652944427928</id><published>2008-01-14T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:01:05.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to chionging</title><content type='html'>And here I am chionging the first project of 2008. The chinese newspaper reporting thing. Today confirm sleep late.&lt;br /&gt;Wudao today ended at 7.05pm which is like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;And I am also not supposed to be here but nevermind I need to complain and get this off my chest. Hopping mad k.&lt;br /&gt;Check this out, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to empty the dustbin again.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I did it for a whole year in 2007.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay man still okay I am willing to saaaacrificeee de! Hahahha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K BUT GUESS WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I empty the dustbin on Mondays, and Tuesdays are Aileen's and Wednesday's Janet's and so on. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On Friday, Bryan is supposed to empty the dustbin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, we had newspaper cutting and so yeah, everybody just roll up one whole Lian He Zao Bao and stuff it into the dustbin. K one person do that very bad already right. Yeah imagine half the class doing that. The dustbin probably cried for mercy. But hey it's okay of course that's what dustbins are for heh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess today, Gordon told me to empty the dustbin so I did. And guess what! it's still full of all the shit of Friday.&lt;br /&gt;All that newspapers and crap, PLUS today's rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so the dustbin was chock full of newspapers and all the tissue and nonsense on the top was like gonna fall out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, the Friday Empty Dustbin person never do duty.&lt;br /&gt;Which is -drumroll-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRYAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine with emptying the dustbin for two years. I love this class anyway.&lt;br /&gt;But please. I don't want to have to empty a dustbin brimming with so much rubbish that mucusy tissue dropped all over my skirt. Of course, if it's all from Monday, it's fine. But if it's all the rubbish from both &lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY AND MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt;, that'd be unfair yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit unfair lah.&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to stick my hand in the dustbin to pull out all the crushed newspapers and shit just because the person who was supposed to clean it, DIDN'T.&lt;br /&gt;It's gross k?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't, everybody take a turn at pulling out just one piece of rubbish from the dustbin and put it into the dustbin.&lt;br /&gt;++++ all the food wrappers and balled up tissue filled with mucus and other unthinkables and HUGE wads of newspapers. And the newspapers are so wedged into the dustbin that if you overturn it, they don't even fall out until you frigging stick your hand in and pull them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNFAIR OR NOT UNFAIR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bryan can you please do your duty?&lt;br /&gt;I know you love answering questions about whatever zero is to the power of 2 and what is sustainable development and who on earth is wu ze tian.&lt;br /&gt;So what.&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;DO YOUR DUTY.&lt;br /&gt;EMPTY THE DUSTBIN ON FRIDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;IT IS A FORM OF EXERCISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is also being considerate to the person who has to empty the dustbin next. Which does happen to be me. Do NOT mess with me.&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to stick my hand in dustbins and pull out rubbish with bare hands for the next 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine with emptying the dustbin. But not with you not doign your duty and leaving tghe next person to clean up, LITERALLY CLEAN UP, after you.&lt;br /&gt;I do not like it. AT ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-4764317652944427928?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/4764317652944427928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=4764317652944427928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/4764317652944427928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/4764317652944427928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-chionging.html' title='back to chionging'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-6860580066483535605</id><published>2008-01-13T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:33:49.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till I see you again, I'll be loving you</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a note my Grandma wrote back in 1923&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago,&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I love your Grandma so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together&lt;br /&gt;Get married in the first town we came to and live forever&lt;br /&gt;But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet instead&lt;br /&gt;I found this letter, and this is what it said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you get there before I do&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you when my chores are through&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long I'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna let you down&lt;br /&gt;Darling wait and see&lt;br /&gt;And between now and then&lt;br /&gt;Til I see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be loving you&lt;br /&gt;Love, Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read those words just hours before my Grandma passed away&lt;br /&gt;In the doorway of the church where me and Grandpa stopped to pray&lt;br /&gt;I know I've never seen him cry in all my fifteen years&lt;br /&gt;But as he said these words to her, his eyes fill up with tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you get there before I do&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you when my chores are through&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long I'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna let you down&lt;br /&gt;Darling wait and see&lt;br /&gt;And between now and then&lt;br /&gt;Til I see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be loving you&lt;br /&gt;Love, Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Me - Colin Raye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.ntu.edu.sg/home2004/tanh0021/collinraye_loveme.mp3" width="285" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" loop="true" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please please please listen to it :D&lt;br /&gt;I saw the song on &lt;a href="http://temenokorosu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karen's blog&lt;/a&gt; and fell in love with the lyrics. Yep, credit to her! :D The song itself, apparently, is just as nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AND LISTEN GO AND LISTEN GO AND LISTEN GO AND LISTEN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Natasha and I spent the whole afternoon raving about it to each other through sms and I spent about 11 smses on that alone. Seriously, it's really really really nice. The first time I heard it I almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I grow up, I want my husband to play it at my funeral!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll sit pretty in heaven and wait for him to finish his chores on Earth and come find me. Awwwwwwwwwww! :D&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-6860580066483535605?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/6860580066483535605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=6860580066483535605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/6860580066483535605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/6860580066483535605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/till-i-see-you-again-ill-be-loving-you.html' title='Till I see you again, I&apos;ll be loving you'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-8203886407676871084</id><published>2008-01-12T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:21.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insane fishballs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4h6bpiMyII/AAAAAAAABZc/CByRiq-ltN4/s1600-h/01.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha k random title.&lt;br /&gt;Just here to share something interesting. After tuition my dad couldn't pick me up so I went to Bedok Interchange for lunch then go home. In the middle of fishball noodles at a coffee shop I saw this man run super fast to the kueh stall in front of my table.&lt;br /&gt;You know the type sell kueh and pao and that kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah he ran in front of it and uttered this horrendous grunt/moan/sound which came out like MMFGRRRHERRRR. You know that kind that kids make when they're throwing tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah he did it really loud and straightaway grabbed this green kueh and stuffed it into his mouth and stood there devouring it while everybody stared at him and all the aunties at the stall whispered to each other. K then he grabbed more and more kueh and glared around angrily. After awhile he ambled off. Of course, without paying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fishballs almost fell out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I think he was like abit insane. Like really, insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;I read Pearl's blog and it made me so sad. Not helping that it's going to rain soon (ooh depressing weather!) and I haven't done my chinese newspaper thing and tuition today was sucky because I have a zillion careless mistakes and I'm feeling guilty EVERY single time I use the internet and I can't find a good dance skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. I decided that if I feel sad I should talk about it! :D But reading angry/sad blogs aren't very constructive, which is why I love reading Mingwei's blog because it's so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha my rich old man!&lt;br /&gt;Of course not saying that there's anything wrong with blogging sad or angry stuff because I do that pretty often, HAHA. Especially the cheat four dollars post, oh dear :D&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like the blogging-about-feelings part because blogs are public and whatever you say people will read therefore you can't say anything like&lt;br /&gt;"Today my principal caught me with my shirt tucked out and I think he is a stuckup pig in mud or something bursted fat" or something.&lt;br /&gt;or.&lt;br /&gt;"I think so-and-so is like so mean lah I hate her totally I think she's a bimbo"&lt;br /&gt;or.&lt;br /&gt;"I have this hugest giganticous crush on so-and-so I think he/she's so freaking hotttttt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, think about that.&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooohwellllll. Just an opinion which I've always had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Pearl don't be sad k. Remember for wanshan me you Qiurui were like so ____ yeah I know how it feels, it sucks like shit. For that I emo-ed around for a whole afternoon and thought I wasn't any good at all.&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit because I think you're &lt;strong&gt;really great&lt;/strong&gt; k and don't worry about the splitting or whatever, you're almost there already and there's just that few more millicentimeters (omg is there such a thing?) to go and poof YOU CAN DO IT ALREADY! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;If I compare myself last time to you now when learning split you're like zillion times more hardworking than me can. I think only because my male dance teacher stepped on my legs everyday then I managed to split hah.&lt;br /&gt;So, yep. All that determination is gonna pay off for sureeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah. Whenever I think of your determination I feel like such a lazy ass, hoho :D So yeah, don't give up. I know the feeling sucks totally. But anyway Liang lao shi says 13 is an unlucky number so maybe she'll add more people! :D Your hard work will confirm pay off de okay!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wow oofy I haven't put so many exclamation marks in years.&lt;br /&gt;Yep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU CAN DO IT PEARL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU CAN DO IT PEARL! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU CAN DO IT PEARL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU CAN DO IT PEARL!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU CAN DO IT PEARL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU CAN DO IT PEARL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU CAN DO IT PEARL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU CAN DO IT PEARL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU CAN DO IT PEARL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU CAN DO IT PEARL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU CAN DO IT PEARL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU CAN DO IT PEARL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU CAN DO IT PEARL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh that was not copy and paste hor.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Smile kkkkkkkzzz! :D You can do it ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eeh I want to cry already. I can't find good dance skins :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-8203886407676871084?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/8203886407676871084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=8203886407676871084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/8203886407676871084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/8203886407676871084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/insane-fishballs.html' title='insane fishballs'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-52610009113154895</id><published>2008-01-11T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:23.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember to kiss the ones you love goodnight</title><content type='html'>Yay the title's from Paperthin Hymn by Anberlin :D Cool song cool song go listen yoooo :D&lt;br /&gt;Boo. Falalalala.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing memorable about today was wudao, I was itching to get out of class and to the Hall and I'm sorry shufa, my heart does not lie there :D&lt;br /&gt;I hope to God that nobody from shufa sees this :X&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yah lor we had wudao and it was usual and we don't need to strip anymore as in wear leotard and pants only yeah so we practiced the chinese new year dance :D&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't take my lunch and my dinner so after wudao I bought 6 seaweed dont know what chicken thing from the yong tau foo stall. That small small round sausagey looking thing wrapped in the middle with seaweed.&lt;br /&gt;So my three meals today = milo + 2 peach tea with nata + 6 seaweed chicken things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEH RIGHT.&lt;/strong&gt; It's not that I'm going on a diet or something lah. Just that I really don't eat much on cca days. It's so troublesome. Come people let me tell you a secret. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natasha ate 9 seaweed chicken things. &lt;/span&gt;HOHOHOHO. Nothing much else, other than that Natasha/Me/Sinyee/Xinxin/Mark/Yuhua/Wilson/Vivian stayed in school until like 7.20pm to wait for that old man Yuhua who apparently is 16 years old tomorrow. Crazy lah so late. He and his erhu -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay random pictures :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4d8N5iMx9I/AAAAAAAABYE/Q2p2gzAzf_U/s1600-h/Photo%27011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154224876773230546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4d8N5iMx9I/AAAAAAAABYE/Q2p2gzAzf_U/s400/Photo%27011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my correction tape got lost during Maths, I decided to brand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4d8OJiMx-I/AAAAAAAABYM/mJ4mXhsOlRg/s1600-h/Photo%27009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4d8OZiMx_I/AAAAAAAABYU/-AINjuha068/s1600-h/Photo%27007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154224885363165170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4d8OZiMx_I/AAAAAAAABYU/-AINjuha068/s400/Photo%27007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I saw on a calender. ROCKS RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4d8OpiMyAI/AAAAAAAABYc/3dkZtrataik/s1600-h/DSCN0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154224889658132482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4d8OpiMyAI/AAAAAAAABYc/3dkZtrataik/s400/DSCN0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were moving into the new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4d7dpiMx0I/AAAAAAAABXM/yj_JiHEvW1I/s1600-h/timetable08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154224047844542274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4d7dpiMx0I/AAAAAAAABXM/yj_JiHEvW1I/s400/timetable08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all lazy people who haven't taken pictures of the timetable yet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4d7d5iMx1I/AAAAAAAABXU/cxB2ZiOerxc/s1600-h/Photo%27007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154224052139509586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4d7d5iMx1I/AAAAAAAABXU/cxB2ZiOerxc/s400/Photo%27007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have proof that Yuhua's gay! He's carrying a file with a ballet picture on it and a pink bag.&lt;br /&gt;Which happens to be mine and Natasha's respectively :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha sorry Yuhua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4d7eZiMx3I/AAAAAAAABXg/hwpuFCCRgwY/s1600-h/Photo%27000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154224060729444210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4d7eZiMx3I/AAAAAAAABXg/hwpuFCCRgwY/s400/Photo%27000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY SO HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;MY CALL OF THE WILD WS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4d7e5iMx5I/AAAAAAAABXs/KpH70mSWbWw/s1600-h/Photo%27002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154224069319378834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4d7e5iMx5I/AAAAAAAABXs/KpH70mSWbWw/s400/Photo%27002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heartbroken"&lt;br /&gt;One of Natasha's CAP poems. And yet the girl says she doesn't know anything about love.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4d7e5iMx7I/AAAAAAAABX4/Y2Hhymjie30/s1600-h/Photo%27003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154224069319378866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4d7e5iMx7I/AAAAAAAABX4/Y2Hhymjie30/s400/Photo%27003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again,&lt;br /&gt;"Something called love"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA NATASHA YOU STILL DARE ARGUE WITH ME? :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4eAXpiMyBI/AAAAAAAABYk/6L0teUGRqsc/s1600-h/randomrandom+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154229442323466258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4eAXpiMyBI/AAAAAAAABYk/6L0teUGRqsc/s400/randomrandom+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed yes I know very boliao lah. BUT DONT YOU THINK THE LIGHTING IS NICE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4eBaZiMyCI/AAAAAAAABYs/XTxE7Kidpc4/s1600-h/DSCN0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154230589079734306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4eBaZiMyCI/AAAAAAAABYs/XTxE7Kidpc4/s400/DSCN0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, in the new house, on the first day of moving in. This proves that I am not&lt;br /&gt;that short :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4eBaZiMyDI/AAAAAAAABY0/T46Jv4vhALM/s1600-h/moving+house+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154230589079734322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4eBaZiMyDI/AAAAAAAABY0/T46Jv4vhALM/s400/moving+house+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At chicken rice stall or something.&lt;br /&gt;My mother asked my father to help her massage or what. Then my father did. And we don't see such public displays of affection from them, so that's my sister there pointing at them and supposedly saying "orh-hor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4eDSJiMyEI/AAAAAAAABY8/5opA4EjtFU4/s1600-h/100_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154232646369069122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4eDSJiMyEI/AAAAAAAABY8/5opA4EjtFU4/s400/100_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken two years ago, in the morning on the way to Kong Hwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4eDSpiMyGI/AAAAAAAABZM/eZHnI0VHL4g/s1600-h/nine..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154232654959003746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4eDSpiMyGI/AAAAAAAABZM/eZHnI0VHL4g/s400/nine..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think out of all the projects I've ever done, the sperm cell has been the most gratifying. I DID THE ENTIRE HEAD K! Remember, that's where all the CHROMOSOMES are :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay k end.&lt;br /&gt;Tuition tmr. The problem with it is that I don't want to go but I know I need it and so in the end I stomachache/fever/blahblah will still go -.-&lt;br /&gt;Damn tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 14th and 16th birthday Gordon and Yuhua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jubix 爱你！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clar: Hahaha nah I'm not angry already. Just abit POOR :( Yup super cool right. Hope their mother really gets them into wudao.&lt;br /&gt;Pearl: Hahaha yep you told me today :D&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: Wah chill dear chill! You tagged so much I have no idea how to reply all haha. Well yeah I know now but at that time I was so freaking tired just wanted to throw the money in her face and walk away D: Eew lah that's so despicable. I mean the teenagers. And about the maths thing, it's all right and no your maths dont suck alright!&lt;br /&gt;Zina: Haha yep saw you today yay and I'm taller than you! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;Dora: Aww :( Vent it out! Like me! :D Take care too, miss seeing you :(&lt;br /&gt;Wentingy: Hahaha yeah I know nowwww :D Why like so many of us kana cheated by the buona vista ones lor &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Mingwei: Sure thing nehhzzzssxx. Hahaha YES I can just imagine you giving them that dao look and stuff hahaha. THAT MINGWEI LOOK :D Yeah, so far away lor :( You and Natasha are at one end and me/Junyi/Char/Wenting/Yijia are soooo far and poor Sinyee is like isolated :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end i want to sleep already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-52610009113154895?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/52610009113154895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=52610009113154895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/52610009113154895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/52610009113154895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/remember-to-kiss-ones-you-love.html' title='Remember to kiss the ones you love goodnight'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4d8N5iMx9I/AAAAAAAABYE/Q2p2gzAzf_U/s72-c/Photo%27011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-1003814740314039520</id><published>2008-01-10T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:23.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blushing philodondren</title><content type='html'>That's the name of a flower in my condo! I never realised they put nameplates for all of them. Was coming home today when I realised that plant and thought it had an interesting name :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed so don't touch me.&lt;br /&gt;I will blow up and bash you to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K anyway I really am pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pretty good day and I just realised that my north-south-east-west all got maths pro people. Mark-Wenting-Qiurui-Emily and Wilson, although I would hate to flatter you.&lt;br /&gt;K which is good. So I can ask about Maths. Hopefully I'll improve this year.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thennnnnnn we had Music which I think is cool too because the teacher's amusing and because we get to laugh loads. Alright then yeah that was about it. And I can't believe I forgot to mention that the 2J classroom is air-conditioned. Which makes us freeze to death but no one can bear to switch it off. Even with a sweater I feel chilled. Seriously cold can :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yeah k then after school I stayed back a little while with Sinyee Chengyee Yuhua and Wilson and played volleyball with Sinyee because I don't know where the rest went.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was planning on running (that was the whole point of staying back -.-) but then it freaking rained so we all went outside the p.e staff room and watched the basketball trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played a little bit of volleyball. And then the ball flew into the gymn. Thanks to wilson -clapclap- and Chengyee went to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;Because I went home at about 3.15. With my PINKPANTHER umbrella. Hurhur cute right. It's truly pink and there's pink panther prints all over it.&lt;br /&gt;I still got wet. The fbts still changed colour. My beloved dance picture in my file cover got wet. My worksheets got wet. My legs got wet. Hollehhhhyaaaaaaah everything got wet.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got to the mrt I was drenched but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone in the rain seriously sucks. It just makes you feel so. Alone. And sad and depressed. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah whatever then on the train this nice uncle offered me this seat and I was thinking he needed it more than I did but anyway I sat down and said xiexie which happens to be my surname x2 but k nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I reached Tampines in a foul mood. Supposed to go there to buy bun net because some clever guide lost my one and I have wudao tomorrow. And buy Natasha's file. Yes anyway I was in a nasty mood. Like the talk-to-me-and-I-will-slap-you kind :D&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was walking out of the mrt, this African woman (I mean she didn't look Malay/Indian she kinda looked you know African type?) with another African woman and this African small boy wiping milk from his mouth came up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you heard of the yellow ribbon project? Do you speak English? Oh yes? Okay have you heard of the yellow ribbon project? We're a group of ex-offenders and lalalalblalblabla...sdjfsfsdtwetw" and I knew then that I'd have to donate, like wth. Because I'd stopped too long to hear what she had to say.&lt;br /&gt;Like aiyah come on lah think I don't know what the yellow ribbon project is? And Do I Look Like I Can't Speak ENGLISH? Wth. Then she ask me donate money.&lt;br /&gt;-clapclap-&lt;br /&gt;I knew it lah. Then she ask me donate and I said errrr how much? I was thinking more in terms of fifty cents or a dollar? Of course I didn't tell her that but anyway she said five to ten dollars and I was like omg wth? NO?! Then she said okay what about two dollars?&lt;br /&gt;And because I was pissed and couldnt be bothered and was feeling like kicking her ass all the way back to Buona Vista and saying "who the hell gave you a licence to stand here and do this?" and slap her and say no I don't want to give you any freaking money you don't think I student then easy to bluff k I am poor and I go to a government school so there and I have to pay shufa fees tomorrow so don't you think of taking any DOLLAR from me you horrible woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my wallet and took out two. But another two dollar note came out with the first note. You know, like they stuck together. And I was like omg crap shit die. Then she was like, "oh! you have four! oh actually the donation is four but then I thought you didn't have enough money so I said two!" triumphantly.&lt;br /&gt;And I was like WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY YOU ______ LYING CHEATING TOOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU WANT FOUR DOLLARS IS IT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GIVE YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU WANT TEN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GIVE YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAHLAO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU WANT CHEAT MONEY IS IT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKAY I LET YOU CHEAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO WHAT DO YOU GAIN FROM IT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTHING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO AND GET A DECENT JOB LAH FOR GOODNESS SAKES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was damn pissed off but I didn't want to argue with her and anyway I was really tired and wet and as good as beaten.&lt;br /&gt;So fine. She got the four dollars. So much for the YELLOW RIBBON project -.-&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what she gave me in return?&lt;br /&gt;(I know the bookmarks look pretty from the picture but when you look at them in real life they're just coloured pieces of paper printed in super damn low quality. Enlarge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4XuIJiMxzI/AAAAAAAABXE/HyDetK-dl20/s1600-h/Photo%27014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153787172361127730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4XuIJiMxzI/AAAAAAAABXE/HyDetK-dl20/s400/Photo%27014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR IF ANOTHER ONE COMES UP TO ME LIKE THAT I'M JUST GOING TO ASK EXCUSE ME DO YOU HAVE A LICENCE TO DO THIS AND WALK AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on lah don't call me jaded or what but she didn't even have a PAPER to show me. You know when they ask you donate stuff then they'll always show you this paper with damn tiny words and this logo about that or this with all the info on it.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't.&lt;br /&gt;All she had was her talking.&lt;br /&gt;come on.&lt;br /&gt;Even I can walk up to somebody and say hi I'm an orphan my parents died in the car crash yesterday on the straits times did you hear about that sad story yeah and I'm homeless now so therefore have you heard of the Save An Orphan project? Now donate me ten dollars please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;She want cheat my money I let her cheat lah.&lt;br /&gt;CHEAT CHEAT CHEAT GO ON GO ON SEE HOW MANY STUDENTS YOU CAN CHEAT MONEY FROM WITH THAT SOB STORY OF YOURS.&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later some adult will ask who the hell are you and yep that'll be the end of it :)&lt;br /&gt;I wished I looked older. Like more mature. Or something. I wish I was taller.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I looked more adult-y.&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind. I'm still fuming.&lt;br /&gt;Stamped off to the bun net shop and gave the cashier lady this damn sour look I think she thought I was from some gang or something :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought myself gummies to make myself happier.&lt;br /&gt;Damn lah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not rich alright? Sucker. Cheat my money. Think I student easy cheat is it. That four dollars is lunch money for tomorrow one k. Can buy dunno how many bowls of hor fun can. THREE BOWLS OF YONG TAU FOO = THREE DAYS OF FOOD CAN.&lt;br /&gt;Wl.&lt;br /&gt;She damn cheat my money can. I am not rich one leh! I ask money of course my parents give but I don't want to keep taking and taking lah cheat my money wah lao you ex-offender so what and how I know you're one anyway and you can just go and get a decent job and in Singapore as long as you work hard and you're smart you can earn a living so there don't gimme that stupid oh can you donate TEN DOLLARS thing or I will personally string you up into a bacon ball and shotput you all the way to America and see how anyone will give you any money there.&lt;br /&gt;WAHLAO.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazily pissed.&lt;br /&gt;k I know it was partially my fault for giving it to her but whatever lah okay it was her fault for being there and anyway I should just have said dui bu qi wo jiang hua yu de bu dong ying yu zai jian and kicked her and ran off.&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it I should have done that. Or at least taken a picture of her and her little boy wiping MILK from his mouth and sent it to Stomp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way this post is not racist ah.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do with race. Just the person. so don't report me to the wherever and complain or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WL.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN ANGRY LAH.&lt;br /&gt;NO LUNCH MONEY ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF DIETING YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.&lt;br /&gt;Call me jaded.&lt;br /&gt;But she was a liar and a cheater and a swindler.&lt;br /&gt;Pissed lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Natasha, that was the thing I was pissed about.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're never truly sad until you walk in the rain, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, Sinyee/Chengyee/Natasha/Wilson/Yiren/Mark/Yuhua?&lt;br /&gt;Remember last year when those people at Buona Vista told us they were ex-offenders and wanted us to donate money? We donated two $ is it? And after that Jacky told us they were fakes. Or however you spell his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAS THEIR FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT LAH PISSED LAH I FEEL LIKE DOING SOMETHING DESTRUCTIVE :@&lt;br /&gt;FOUR DOLLARS CAN!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K there's this onet hing to be happy aboutt hough.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 157cm! And I lost 1 kg!&lt;br /&gt;43kg yaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;HUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVIL WOMAN CHEAT MY MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;On the day of the CCA exhibition Cheryl and I went snooping around :D Went to the hall to check out the EDS one and then there was this mother who was asking about admission to EDS/CS dance. Then she was saying that she has these twins in Year 1 they're both girls and they want to join dance but they don't know which will be better, EDS or CS.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah of course Natasha, Cheryl and I all talked at the same time and the poor lady was like huh haha oh okay haha but anyway in the end Cheryl had the most sense and told her wudao don't have audition so it's like if you want it you confirm can get in so she was like OH OKAY I WILL GO AND TELL MY TWINS THAT! so yeah I guess the twin girls are coming to wudao! :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha yep Zina, answered your question :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, Natasha :D&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when I'll have an argument with Natasha about EDS and CS and finally blow up, like really blow up. I hate it when people think we're cheena or whatever lah k nevermind I'm just in a bad mood because of my four dollars damnit. Not saying you lah k nata :D&lt;br /&gt;Just that sometimes people think that. And that among other things, makes me go entirely mad.&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-1003814740314039520?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/1003814740314039520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=1003814740314039520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/1003814740314039520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/1003814740314039520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/blushing-philodondren.html' title='blushing philodondren'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R4XuIJiMxzI/AAAAAAAABXE/HyDetK-dl20/s72-c/Photo%27014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-800527980904554081</id><published>2008-01-08T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:32:37.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relink</title><content type='html'>relink sooooonnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;all the usernames i want in blogger are taken up!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;evil!&lt;br /&gt;I hate maths I dont wanna go back to it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-800527980904554081?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/800527980904554081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=800527980904554081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/800527980904554081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/800527980904554081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/relink.html' title='relink'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-4268789426634205540</id><published>2008-01-08T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:16:24.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live life in the fast lane!</title><content type='html'>YO PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;School's cool.&lt;br /&gt;But really tiring.&lt;br /&gt;I've allowed myself half an hour of computer time everyday. Wl how can. Yes but yeah. So yeah. COME ONLINE AND TALK TO ME! :D&lt;br /&gt;Now's 6.13pm and there's only Amy/Limin/Yiren/Janet online :( Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;Oh lalalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my poem thing and thinking of 40 synonyms for the word 'said' and 20 for the word 'walk'.&lt;br /&gt;YAY. WITHOUT REFERRING TO ANYWHERE. Yes I pro de can. Wahahaha joking. I remember last time Mrs Tan gave us like 50++ but I lost my that exercsie book :X Damn lah now 6.15pm already I have to go in another like 21 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha 21. Reminds me of Sinyee and the gang of blackjack :D Btw ah, Yuhua want &lt;strong&gt;JIE &lt;/strong&gt;already uhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K anyway today I went home with Amy/Yuhua/Mark and at Buona Vista this DHS teacher stopped us and told me to tuck in my shirt and to my horror (serious lah) it really was untucked. The left side. Catch me like some criminal want diu Dunman High de lian. What lor. Not I want one k. I went to the toilet earlier and the shirt became untucked DO YOU UNDERSTAND. At first I tuck into the shorts and then the skirt goes over then when you go toilet you can't wear your shorts still right? Or do you want them to get wet?&lt;br /&gt;So you pull them down and the shirt gets untucked. Then when you pull them up again you tuck your shirt back into the skirt and not the shorts. Or you can, like a neat freak, tuck it back into the shorts AND then the skirt. But of course I hope there's absolutely is NO queue outside waiting for you to pretty yourself up inside that stinky toilet -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- k anyway it wasn't my fault lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyadadadadaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;We got Mrs Asha Vora for LA teacher and I think she's the cooooolest teacher I've had since Mrs Tan. She talks so soothingly I think I could fall asleep listening to her talk. Like, all her pronunciation is really clear and there's the up and down tone thing.&lt;br /&gt;I bet she could just hypnotize me with that voice of hers.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we changed teacher for everything but Chinese and Science yeah? Looking forward to PE tomorrow, Mr Siva wor :D&lt;br /&gt;I like running whee.&lt;br /&gt;I have very limited time to say all this. And I'm like 5 minutes over the half an hour limit.&lt;br /&gt;And whatever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put it on my table and I took pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;So that everytime I'm doing homework and feeling sleepy I'll look at it and wake up :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE OKAY I HAVE TO GO BYE I THINK MRS ASHA VORA IS COOL BUT NOT THE 40 SUBSITUTES FOR 'SAID' AND 20 FOR 'WALK'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-4268789426634205540?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/4268789426634205540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=4268789426634205540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/4268789426634205540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/4268789426634205540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/live-life-in-fast-lane.html' title='live life in the fast lane!'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-2891425983266215790</id><published>2008-01-06T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:28:44.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagboard change</title><content type='html'>Yay I changed the tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;For people with bad eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;The largest font ever. I think the neon green arrows are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this sucky migraine now. I woke up with it. And it hurts like hell.&lt;br /&gt;Church was pain.&lt;br /&gt;Aha see but &lt;strong&gt;I never sleep&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My mother almost sent me off to bed with Panadol.&lt;br /&gt;Makes the pill sound like a teddy bear, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what hot pink Panadol tablets are for?&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was young my mother would come in on Sat/Sun to wake me up in the morning. She'd put my head on her lap and sing xiao bai chuan or something. Some song about the sun going down the hills?&lt;br /&gt;太阳下山来, 花儿也是一样地开。&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd wake up and brush teeth wash face. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do my chinese worksheet now and I'm not looking forward to tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-2891425983266215790?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/2891425983266215790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=2891425983266215790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/2891425983266215790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/2891425983266215790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/tagboard-change.html' title='tagboard change'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-7031883394241794545</id><published>2008-01-05T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:23.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And you know I'm in love!</title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY WAS EXHUASTING AND NOT VERY FUN.&lt;br /&gt;The sandcastle building didn't start off very good, it reminded me so much of IDMI (especially the dunno what nonsensical selling part) and studying. Wth -.- Alright I think the funnest part was collecting water! :D&lt;br /&gt;Went down with Natasha/Sinyee/Yuhua to the sea to collect and I didn't have the faintest idea how to get the water out of the sea until Yuhua taught me hahaha. Okay then after that we all got our first pails of water and went to and fro. Everybody's shorts became wet.&lt;br /&gt;Except mine!&lt;br /&gt;Yep then we were supposed to build the theme park part of the IR and we had a cafe/starcruise viking/rollercoaster/merrygoround lalala all the nonsense we could think of. Haha not forgetting this &lt;u&gt;lake&lt;/u&gt; and at the middle of it would be a small restaurant and the roller coaster track would go under the restaurant and out again. COOL CONCEPT RIGHT. Not I think one :D&lt;br /&gt;And we were joking that _____ could just sit down in the middle of a pile of sand and his butt shape would create a lake straightaway. I'm sorry I can't help it, the meaness is in me already.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yeah. The building was hardly fun and it kept raining. Jubix ran into the facil's shelters and thought it was a good idea. Until the shelter started shaking and rain came through the top. Thanks to Wilson's fabulous smarty idea.&lt;br /&gt;And I had half a burger for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and that was about it all.&lt;br /&gt;At the end we were all covered in sand and soil and I think our toenails looked like wild animals'. HAHAHAHAHA :X&lt;br /&gt;And ______ kept being damnit irritating. I can't stand it lah. Want to help or don't want to help. Want to help then shut up lah and help instead of all that big talk you sit down got one big hole in the sand liao lah. And can stop being all high and mighty and know-it-all and trying to flatten our IR by brushing so mch sand off it I wonder why the thing didn't just crumble to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Yay okay got that off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;Okay what else happened. Hmm. Nothing. At the end of it all we ALL went down to the sea, Char/Nata/Sinyee/Wilson/Yuhua and this time everybody got wet including me and my shorts and inside my shorts. The tide took Natasha and Char's slippers out and we all laughed so loud fit to wake the dead.&lt;br /&gt;K first Natasha's floated out and we all screamed and scrambled to get it back. When it floated back safely, Charmaine's floated out and I almost died of laughing. Apparently Sinyee laughed until she almost peed. HAHAHAHAH k joking.&lt;br /&gt;In the end all the slippers came back. HAHAHAHAHAHA. SO funny. And I almost fell on my rear end in the waves. I tasted salt from the water and it was SO salty I think it could cook a dish. EWW.&lt;br /&gt;Hey Sinyee remember all the da tuis. Omg I just feel like laughing now. It was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;So we finally dragged ourselves away and everybody had wet shorts. Turns out my father was waiting for me at the carpark and we were supposed to go to my sister's dance concert at NUS straightaway.&lt;br /&gt;I shouted to him that I was gonna clean up and he started shouting back and at first I thought it was just because he couldn't hear me.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that he was pissed off and I was like, huh wth?&lt;br /&gt;So not my fault that I got sand all over myself! It's like, COMPULSORY?&lt;br /&gt;He even told me not to clean up, just take everything and go, he had my clothes and everything else in the car. If I'd did that, his car would be full of sand particles and the seats would change colour naturally. I was so damn pissed. He didn't understand and still doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;We went to fetch my mother en route. And turns out the clothes he'd brought were jeans. Very good. You want me stuff my sandy legs into jeans. Yes then you'll have to bring me to the doctor for rashes.&lt;br /&gt;K anyway. I smsed my mother and complained. She came and like some angel brought me to her office nearby to clean up properly and change. Gosh I felt so much better. I drank six cups of water at the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;We met her boss on the way back and I had to smile my NICEST smile even though &lt;strong&gt;downdowndown there&lt;/strong&gt; was wet and highly uncomfy.&lt;br /&gt;Man.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah whatever then we went to my sister's performance and turns out she only danced less than 5 minutes because it was more of a musical. Lasted from 7.30 to 11. You can imagine how I almost died. I didn't have my freaking dinner.&lt;br /&gt;And that was the end of my day.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICTURES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn Blogger keeps giving me that Page Can't Be Displayed thing and the max image size for photobucket is too small for my camera's pictures. They're 3000+ x 1000+ there actually isn't any wonder why Blogger kicked them out.&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://doyourthinghoney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sinyee's blog; doyourthinghoney&lt;/a&gt; for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after three attempts to upload different types of pictures and all different sizes, I only got this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R38uZpiMxyI/AAAAAAAABW4/Yd6iq2h3ou8/s1600-h/SvetlanaZakharovaRehersal12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151887516916041506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R38uZpiMxyI/AAAAAAAABW4/Yd6iq2h3ou8/s400/SvetlanaZakharovaRehersal12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do that, just the way that girl does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I saw my sister dance, she was good. My parents yabbered so much. The musical was all about doctors and stuff like that. Did I tell you guys she's a fourth year medical student?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder why I got all the second-best genes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder why whatever I do pales in comparison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sometimes I just wish I could be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;That's what keeps me studying Maths late into the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But always, I have never felt any better than her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the sms reply.&lt;br /&gt;Read the last line of my sms everyday, ha. It's true everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-7031883394241794545?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/7031883394241794545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=7031883394241794545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7031883394241794545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7031883394241794545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello.html' title='And you know I&apos;m in love!'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R38uZpiMxyI/AAAAAAAABW4/Yd6iq2h3ou8/s72-c/SvetlanaZakharovaRehersal12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-2276483304110144446</id><published>2008-01-03T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:10:37.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 2 J3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;J3 wooh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jubix wooh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY ZIHIGH. I always had a talent of making myself happy you know. Anyway today was Explore and it was pretty fun :) Just that from my rear end downwards, everything hurts and aches. (yes serious serious!)&lt;br /&gt;It's WORSE than when I was running yesterday. Anyway but it was fun and we weren't very high until it got to the end. I walked so fast like I never walked before hahaha. But the running was pretty fun whee. And the clues are lame.&lt;br /&gt;We set off pretty fast but at the stupid &lt;strong&gt;yuhua&lt;/strong&gt; yuan we &lt;em&gt;strolled.&lt;/em&gt; Hahhaha. And everything was so slack. And at the end when we were chionging back to school we met two groups, I think one was 1A I don't know about the other one. Anyway we lost to both of them LOLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Natasha and I were yelling like some mad chickens.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Soooo funny.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that was that and we were the 17th group out of 34 which is exactly half LOL. Sad. Oh well nevermind I think I learnt alot. And I realllyy don't mean to be rude. But my nose has suffered a great deal today. Poor nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Today's the first time I took dinner outside without my parents.&lt;br /&gt;And I am sick of MRTs.&lt;br /&gt;And I am sick of travelling.&lt;br /&gt;And I bottom half of body pain.&lt;br /&gt;And I very zihigh.&lt;br /&gt;And I YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no pictures because I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;And Blogger hates me.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-2276483304110144446?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/2276483304110144446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=2276483304110144446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/2276483304110144446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/2276483304110144446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-2-j3.html' title='day 2 J3!'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-8202348007871512139</id><published>2008-01-02T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:28.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2J LOVE</title><content type='html'>HELLO I'M HIGH :(&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why :D WOOOOOOOHHHEEEY.&lt;br /&gt;I reached home in a bad mood because I lost my way in my own condo (yeah like wth) and had to walk everywhere to get to my block, feeling stupid x1000000.&lt;br /&gt;I was ALSO hungrrryyy. Because I never take lunch. Then I went to run. Because I wasn't feeling hungry. But haha. Yay I think I burnt lotsalotsalotsa calories yay. K but I just had my dinner I'm not hungry anymore therefore in a good mood therefore shall post even though I told Sinyee I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;I sat down at my computer and transferred today's pictures into the computer and after staring at them for a minute I decided I'm in love with 2J again wooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school today with Natasha and on the bus we giggled crazy. All the Year Ones are pretty wow, you know. The tuck-in-until-three-buttons kind and the high-socks kind and the skirt-half-their-body kind D: K my skirt is long k but nowhere half as long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this boy like my height already and he was like clinging on to his MOTHER at the Tanah Merah MRT and I was like omg grow up already! -.- Then his mother &lt;s&gt;told&lt;/s&gt; shouted at him to get off the small bus and get on the big bus when in reality they would ALL bring him to school. Ok then guess what, the boy picked up his bag and practically threw himself off the bus and dropped his bag and chionged into the other bus. Guffspggfddsm eew. Let him grow up.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not forgiving. But &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; didn't bring my DADDY or MUMMY along on the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;Okay then we went to schoooool. And the speech wasn't as long as I thought it would be. Then lalala briefing and eating and I don't have appetite so I saved money and then meeting facils and lalala seat arrangements and the end. Not very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it rained and that sucked because rainy days are depressing. Hung around following the Year Ones with Wilson Yuhua Mark Chengyee Charmaine Natasha. Then we waited for Sinyee's guides to finish and went home yay. Feels just like the old times, going home late :)&lt;br /&gt;But I hate the MRT crowd I got squashed between a man and a woman and they both decided to get off at City Hall and moved in different directions so I wasn't very COMFY -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictures because I ought to shut up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uWFJiMxYI/AAAAAAAABSo/UOeSqTizi2Q/s1600-h/orientationday1+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150875614031168898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uWFJiMxYI/AAAAAAAABSo/UOeSqTizi2Q/s400/orientationday1+(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 2J! :D&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uWFZiMxZI/AAAAAAAABSw/Cnr_ojz7-BM/s1600-h/orientationday1+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150875618326136210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uWFZiMxZI/AAAAAAAABSw/Cnr_ojz7-BM/s400/orientationday1+(9).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junyi's table, work of art.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uWFpiMxaI/AAAAAAAABS4/_YhbJNHenyQ/s1600-h/orientationday1+(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150875622621103522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uWFpiMxaI/AAAAAAAABS4/_YhbJNHenyQ/s400/orientationday1+(16).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wonder if the class before this was AEP.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uWFpiMxbI/AAAAAAAABTA/0-hex9nqWqQ/s1600-h/orientationday1+(36).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150875622621103538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uWFpiMxbI/AAAAAAAABTA/0-hex9nqWqQ/s400/orientationday1+(36).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uWF5iMxcI/AAAAAAAABTI/zsHoPgcOJdE/s1600-h/orientationday1+(14).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150875626916070850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uWF5iMxcI/AAAAAAAABTI/zsHoPgcOJdE/s400/orientationday1+(14).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uWzpiMxdI/AAAAAAAABTQ/jss7JesOWiI/s1600-h/orientationday1+(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150876412895086034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uWzpiMxdI/AAAAAAAABTQ/jss7JesOWiI/s400/orientationday1+(11).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uWz5iMxeI/AAAAAAAABTY/6vXPuK_SmDc/s1600-h/orientationday1+(15).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150876417190053346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uWz5iMxeI/AAAAAAAABTY/6vXPuK_SmDc/s400/orientationday1+(15).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uWz5iMxfI/AAAAAAAABTg/dj7t2FysHzQ/s1600-h/orientationday1+(35).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150876417190053362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uWz5iMxfI/AAAAAAAABTg/dj7t2FysHzQ/s400/orientationday1+(35).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he view/&lt;br /&gt;Our old classroom so saadddd can.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uW0JiMxgI/AAAAAAAABTo/t0n0H2jflk0/s1600-h/orientationday1+(37).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150876421485020674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uW0JiMxgI/AAAAAAAABTo/t0n0H2jflk0/s400/orientationday1+(37).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with Year One :D&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uW0JiMxhI/AAAAAAAABTw/Xx8N9b6nR08/s1600-h/orientationday1+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150876421485020690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uW0JiMxhI/AAAAAAAABTw/Xx8N9b6nR08/s400/orientationday1+(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uXeZiMxiI/AAAAAAAABT4/TBTsjtS1j5o/s1600-h/orientationday1+(34).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150877147334493730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uXeZiMxiI/AAAAAAAABT4/TBTsjtS1j5o/s400/orientationday1+(34).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our direct juniors are honoured by Yuhua's cheng xin yong zhong D:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uXeZiMxjI/AAAAAAAABUA/n_zdppr1Ins/s1600-h/orientationday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150877147334493746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uXeZiMxjI/AAAAAAAABUA/n_zdppr1Ins/s400/orientationday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char, Nata, Jiahui :D&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uXepiMxkI/AAAAAAAABUI/Z_rU5eK-qf4/s1600-h/orientationday1+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150877151629461058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uXepiMxkI/AAAAAAAABUI/Z_rU5eK-qf4/s400/orientationday1+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Wilson came to school with a hole in his shirt.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uXepiMxlI/AAAAAAAABUQ/atSslfRMwuM/s1600-h/orientationday1+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150877151629461074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uXepiMxlI/AAAAAAAABUQ/atSslfRMwuM/s400/orientationday1+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadah. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uXe5iMxmI/AAAAAAAABUY/JQjRdv8UNR8/s1600-h/orientationday1+(31).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150877155924428386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uXe5iMxmI/AAAAAAAABUY/JQjRdv8UNR8/s400/orientationday1+(31).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHAHA k sorry :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uYf5iMxnI/AAAAAAAABUg/qxTvuyq9Jzw/s1600-h/orientationday1+(38).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150878272615925362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uYf5iMxnI/AAAAAAAABUg/qxTvuyq9Jzw/s400/orientationday1+(38).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uYgJiMxoI/AAAAAAAABUo/ew2taHXILpc/s1600-h/orientationday1+(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150878276910892674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uYgJiMxoI/AAAAAAAABUo/ew2taHXILpc/s400/orientationday1+(18).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be entirely honest, we were trying each other's skirts on. And yes we wore shorts lah.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uYgZiMxpI/AAAAAAAABUw/fZxzZEDN8QY/s1600-h/orientationday1+(20).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150878281205859986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uYgZiMxpI/AAAAAAAABUw/fZxzZEDN8QY/s400/orientationday1+(20).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uYgpiMxqI/AAAAAAAABU4/rmue2Swp6BQ/s1600-h/orientationday1+(21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150878285500827298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uYgpiMxqI/AAAAAAAABU4/rmue2Swp6BQ/s400/orientationday1+(21).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thankyouthankyou very nice right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uYgpiMxrI/AAAAAAAABVA/VSZHqRYg3K0/s1600-h/orientationday1+(22).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150878285500827314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uYgpiMxrI/AAAAAAAABVA/VSZHqRYg3K0/s400/orientationday1+(22).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee's :D I think it's nicer than mine can :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uaLZiMxsI/AAAAAAAABVI/_Qq2Khq3eLg/s1600-h/orientationday1+(24).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150880119451862722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uaLZiMxsI/AAAAAAAABVI/_Qq2Khq3eLg/s400/orientationday1+(24).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha's :D&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uaLpiMxtI/AAAAAAAABVQ/8OUso9aE4No/s1600-h/orientationday1+(27).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150880123746830034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uaLpiMxtI/AAAAAAAABVQ/8OUso9aE4No/s400/orientationday1+(27).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, after a year in shufa :( pathetic hahahaha.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uaLpiMxuI/AAAAAAAABVY/Ov2bi0uR3Ro/s1600-h/orientationday1+(28).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uaL5iMxvI/AAAAAAAABVg/EFSbASkL4vw/s1600-h/orientationday1+(32).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150880128041797362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uaL5iMxvI/AAAAAAAABVg/EFSbASkL4vw/s400/orientationday1+(32).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay we can say I love Jubix in five languages!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uaL5iMxwI/AAAAAAAABVo/tu_qmYZJceY/s1600-h/orientationday1+(25).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150880128041797378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uaL5iMxwI/AAAAAAAABVo/tu_qmYZJceY/s400/orientationday1+(25).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I wrote the jap words err copied from Char.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine's :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end, I love 2J ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;Hey Sinyee. Smile okay. Everything will be better k trust me I once had a mini _____ seatmate cannnnnn. Just ignore everybody and everything will be just fine you still have us! And you can talk to Char still! :D Secretly move her table nearer :D Cheer up! :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;Now, dear, don't you just feel happier! There's 5 smileys for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-8202348007871512139?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/8202348007871512139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=8202348007871512139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/8202348007871512139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/8202348007871512139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/2j-love.html' title='2J LOVE'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3uWFJiMxYI/AAAAAAAABSo/UOeSqTizi2Q/s72-c/orientationday1+(7).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-5692699678621819571</id><published>2008-01-01T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:31.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If in doubt, love.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Get used to me obssessively posting. School's starting soon anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I originally decided that I wouldn't care about my CAP reflections. I'd just write them any way I wanted, the way I write everything. Nyahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't care if I get into the whatever camp or not. I actually seriously don't mind. I don't want to go there and there's everyone speaking in fake accents and going oh cheeeem words here and there and I will be like 'O.O hello err I actually speak Singlish leh you leh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now Sinyee says its graded. And now I have to include the analysing part which totally sucks because I think analysing your own poem/prose is seriously stuck-up and even if it isn't, it feels like it. And anyway I have hated analysing ever since doing the poem for eoys pulled my LA grades down like djsfsdyew'teasfdsfwet450.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pictures. I was browsing through the Xanga blogrings.&lt;br /&gt;The quotes are like wheeee very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oJk5iMxOI/AAAAAAAABRY/9qpTifLHbzI/s1600-h/81oe5nm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150439653375788258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oJk5iMxOI/AAAAAAAABRY/9qpTifLHbzI/s400/81oe5nm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If in doubt, love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oJlJiMxPI/AAAAAAAABRg/RcBSfZNaWZg/s1600-h/z83491587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150439657670755570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oJlJiMxPI/AAAAAAAABRg/RcBSfZNaWZg/s400/z83491587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oJlJiMxQI/AAAAAAAABRo/ZorcqIJZPpE/s1600-h/z106052599.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150439657670755586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oJlJiMxQI/AAAAAAAABRo/ZorcqIJZPpE/s400/z106052599.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oJlJiMxQI/AAAAAAAABRo/ZorcqIJZPpE/s1600-h/z106052599.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I need a chill pill alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oJlJiMxRI/AAAAAAAABRw/z0USnjtS7rY/s1600-h/z100644786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150439657670755602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oJlJiMxRI/AAAAAAAABRw/z0USnjtS7rY/s400/z100644786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oI5JiMxJI/AAAAAAAABQw/phWgi7EyI8E/s1600-h/z121138669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150438901756511378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oI5JiMxJI/AAAAAAAABQw/phWgi7EyI8E/s400/z121138669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Loving you is like trying to eat the sun to stop the flood and swim under and watch TV with death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oI5JiMxKI/AAAAAAAABQ4/GcC572erD_U/s1600-h/mm.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150438901756511394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oI5JiMxKI/AAAAAAAABQ4/GcC572erD_U/s400/mm.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hollywood is a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss, and fifty cents for your soul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oI5ZiMxLI/AAAAAAAABRA/CFYL34-b0d4/s1600-h/z42137868.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150438906051478706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oI5ZiMxLI/AAAAAAAABRA/CFYL34-b0d4/s400/z42137868.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oI5ZiMxMI/AAAAAAAABRI/wcMwmletHAE/s1600-h/z58819044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150438906051478722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oI5ZiMxMI/AAAAAAAABRI/wcMwmletHAE/s400/z58819044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All the lonely people. Where did they come from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oI5piMxNI/AAAAAAAABRQ/NJKwBBp4px0/s1600-h/m38136836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150438910346446034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oI5piMxNI/AAAAAAAABRQ/NJKwBBp4px0/s400/m38136836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oMk5iMxSI/AAAAAAAABR4/LPF_AVjbv-E/s1600-h/z82546369.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150442951910671650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oMk5iMxSI/AAAAAAAABR4/LPF_AVjbv-E/s400/z82546369.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oMk5iMxTI/AAAAAAAABSA/_gb7IFAB4Qc/s1600-h/z47807253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150442951910671666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oMk5iMxTI/AAAAAAAABSA/_gb7IFAB4Qc/s400/z47807253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oMlJiMxUI/AAAAAAAABSI/Z2Gl7mlco3k/s1600-h/z69437621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150442956205638978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oMlJiMxUI/AAAAAAAABSI/Z2Gl7mlco3k/s400/z69437621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oMlJiMxVI/AAAAAAAABSQ/zB3ozdKSRTI/s1600-h/z117168345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150442956205638994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oMlJiMxVI/AAAAAAAABSQ/zB3ozdKSRTI/s400/z117168345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oMlJiMxWI/AAAAAAAABSY/KrpscbOCF_4/s1600-h/z88816584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150442956205639010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oMlJiMxWI/AAAAAAAABSY/KrpscbOCF_4/s400/z88816584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY TRUE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;*drumroll*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oM9JiMxXI/AAAAAAAABSg/-OlI8hrpAUI/s1600-h/Women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150443368522499442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oM9JiMxXI/AAAAAAAABSg/-OlI8hrpAUI/s400/Women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS THE TOPS. ALL HAIL WOMEN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;New Year Resolutions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Beat you up in academics.&lt;br /&gt;2. Beat you up in academics.&lt;br /&gt;3. Beat you up in academics.&lt;br /&gt;4. Beat you up in academics.&lt;br /&gt;5. Beat you up in academics.&lt;br /&gt;6. Beat you up in academics.&lt;br /&gt;7. Whack myself on the head if I don't manage to.&lt;br /&gt;8. 180 degrees splits. I swear my dream will come true. And I'll rock myself to and fro and not feel any pain!&lt;br /&gt;9. Better at jibengong.&lt;br /&gt;10. Be nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee you probably know who the you is hahahahaha okay nevermind -.-&lt;br /&gt;I originally had many, many resolutions regarding academics. But so long as I can fulfil 1-6 and not 7, that pretty much wraps up ALL of those resolutions. No 10 is more of a nonsense resolution. I'm very nice to the people I love. Not the rest, though.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;See this is Rachel in the mean mood.&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;No it's the determined mood.&lt;br /&gt;No it's just me :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2007's been a great, great year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"To live is the rarest thing. Most people only exist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to make my CAP reflections spiffy! :D&lt;br /&gt;Change of url soon, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just smile, and make my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-5692699678621819571?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/5692699678621819571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=5692699678621819571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/5692699678621819571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/5692699678621819571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-in-doubt-love.html' title='If in doubt, love.'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3oJk5iMxOI/AAAAAAAABRY/9qpTifLHbzI/s72-c/81oe5nm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-2566426733905275920</id><published>2008-01-01T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T13:18:10.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year!</title><content type='html'>Well boring title that is.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to everybody! Wooooh today's 2008 and tomorrow we'll all be Year Two omg woooooh!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about last night and my way of counting down.&lt;br /&gt;Went to church with my parents (I'm so guai right) and yep and we started counting down and all the adults were like daamn enthu and I was like O.O 'we'll need some of that for orientation' and everyone was yelling and shouting and then when the clock struck exactly midnight everyone screamed and this is a dreadful run-on sentence and guess what!!!&lt;br /&gt;My parents (we were sitting separately, there weren't enough seats) ran to each other and hugged. Hugged. I never see before can! HUGGED. Omg I just stood there and stared. Such a display of affection. And it was amazing the way they fitted together, you know, they fitted.&lt;br /&gt;And my mother had to tiptoe abit which finally proves the theory that she is definitely shorter than my dad.&lt;br /&gt;I TOOK A PICTURE!&lt;br /&gt;-evil laugh-&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHA K.&lt;br /&gt;Then when we were walking back to the car, my mother was laughing at my father because he fell asleep during the sermon and she was like "wah lao you know blablabla" and I was like OMG MY MOTHER JUST SAID A HOKKIEN BAD WORD. IN FRONT OF ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wow.&lt;br /&gt;The new year can make people do crazy things :D&lt;br /&gt;YAYZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow school starts and I can't believe how happy I am! I'm going to wake Natasha thoroughly up in the bus and we shall stay awake all the ride long and when we get to school we shall laugh our stupid heads off and sing yuhua the blue nose giraffe and yay I shall give Charmaine a hug because I haven't seen her for so long and I shall give Sinyee a hug because she put up with my nonsense for so long during the holidays and I shall give out presents and decide that I'm broke!&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sick of the holidays already.&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOPEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;2008's a fantastic year :D&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY, I found this website where you can play some vocabulary game and for every word you get right, the UN will donate 20 grains of rice to poorer countries.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's a hoax. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;www.freerice.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway 20 grains is like what, one mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;Lollll nevermind go play go play!&lt;br /&gt;Omggg I can't wait for tomorrow! Get to see everyone again :D And I want to change the icon again, lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You first wished me happy new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-2566426733905275920?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/2566426733905275920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=2566426733905275920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/2566426733905275920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/2566426733905275920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='new year!'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-7309751317588427395</id><published>2007-12-31T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T16:37:33.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LJ owns Blogger and I'm happy!</title><content type='html'>Sorry Blogger :D&lt;br /&gt;nyahahaha second post in a day. I don't care. School is starting soon and now (holidays) I'm sitting around eating cup noodles and being a desperate loner desperate for some company.&lt;br /&gt;Was in a sucky mood (because of all reasons stated above.) and some I can't divulge, so I went icon-hunting on LJ (which is why the title is what it is) to cheer me up!&lt;br /&gt;And so I found this community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/makethemsmile/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;makethemsmile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a community where everyone just posts randomly what made them happy that day. And I was reading through the archives, it really made ME happy reading all the things that made happy all over the world. I know all of you probably are thinking now that dear old Rachel has finally done it and gotten herself truly crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever! :D&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, life is meant to be lived happily. I was in SUCH a &lt;strong&gt;PISSED&lt;/strong&gt; mood once I woke up, it totally sucked. One of the reasons is because I haven't done the chinese worksheet even though I finished the book about a week ago. I just can't squeeeeze anything out, you know. Not like I ever loved Chinese as much as I did LA. Anyway the day was doomed to suck totally so yes then I found that greatest-work-of-internet-since-dawn-of-creation and that really got my spirits up!&lt;br /&gt;You all will probably think it's lame but I don't give a damn, heard that, I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Examples from &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/makethemsmile/"&gt;(makethemsmile)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;a href="http://imfoolish.livejournal.com/"&gt;imfoolish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 94 year old great grandmother makes me smile. here are three quick stories:&lt;br /&gt;1. one night i was talking to my brother online, and he messaged me "hey, great grammie is watching football... but she's got the volume at like 85."&lt;br /&gt;2. i asked her what her favorite christmas song was and she replied, "i don't know, i think 'i saw grammie kissing santa clause.'" i asked if she meant "i saw mommy kissing santa clause," and she confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;3. my mother made blueberry muffins, and grammie was eating one, and said "mmm, this tastes like... another" *reaches out and grabs a second muffin.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;a href="http://starfish196.livejournal.com/"&gt;starfish196&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telling my boyfriend after i saw mr. magorium that all i wanted to do was give that poor sock monkey a hug and him remembering.&lt;br /&gt;he gave me that sock monkey with a wagon as part of my christmas present, what i love more is that it smells like him.&lt;br /&gt;im just a really big kid. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note-my sister wants to watch that movie too, mr magorium in the dunno what emporium nyahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;a href="http://dancerev0lution.livejournal.com/"&gt;dancerev0lution&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving around yesterday &amp;amp; got to an intersection.&lt;br /&gt;there was a guy with a bike &amp;amp; a backpack holding a cardboard sign.&lt;br /&gt;all it said was&lt;br /&gt;"if nothing else, smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;a href="http://sages-lj.livejournal.com/"&gt;sages-lj&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a christmas gift from a guy at work.&lt;br /&gt;the card said, "If there was a snowflake for everytime i think of you, then it would be a very white christmas" and he wrote "You're Beautiful" in five different languages.&lt;br /&gt;he gave me a sweater with his cologne on it. i can't stop smelling it.&lt;br /&gt;jhgjhttlkhsx. i can't stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;a href="http://moriko-shin.livejournal.com/"&gt;moriko-shin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the fangirl I am and staying up until 4AM to win an ebay auction for a signed Charmed episode script by Holly Marie Combs, Alyssa Milano, Shannen Doherty and Ted King.&lt;br /&gt;And watching The Phantom of the Opera as I do it.&lt;br /&gt;Two fandoms I am fully dedicated to forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;a href="http://ucdshoelace.livejournal.com/"&gt;ucdshoelace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending Christmas cards to everyone you love...&lt;br /&gt;...including the ones who are guaranteed to not write you back. I sent one to David Dellucci, the Backstreet Boys, and Dr. Pepper (well...the Dr. Pepper museum in Waco). It just makes me smile to know I sent out my love to the people and things I love most. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;a href="http://ice-rainbow.livejournal.com/"&gt;ice-rainbow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buying my dad the book he has been wanting for years makes me smile, especially because it is out of print and has been very hard to get hold of!&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to see his face on christmas day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;a href="http://beccaannabel.livejournal.com/"&gt;beccaannabel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my trek last night through the cold, creepy park, in hole-y chucks and snow up to my hips. And then he came and helped me carry my stuff then lifted me up and carried me out of the drifts.&lt;br /&gt;He was my knight in ski jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the snowflake one was pretty sweet. And the grandma one. All of them.&lt;br /&gt;The littlest things that make us happy.&lt;br /&gt;I have been listening to Uptown Girl by Westlife about 21 times consecutively now. Cheesy lah I know lah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love a uptown girl, and when she's tired of all the presents from the uptown boys, she's looking for a downtown man. When she's talking she'll say that she's mine. Uptown girl, uptown girl, uptown girl, my uptown girl, you know I'm in love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All jumbled up.&lt;br /&gt;Live happy :D I love you all and please do not think that I have gone off my rocker at last.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night,&lt;br /&gt;I screamed in the middle of a phone call with Sinyee. A cockroach had crawled into the living room. "DADDDYYYYYYYYY!" My father came running with the tissue box. He got on his hands and knees, picked up The Straits Times instead (because my mother would yell the house down to its foundations if there was a cockroach corpse on our tissue box) and raced the cockroach around the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the insect died a horrible squishy death and I continued hopping around in fear but in my heart I was cheering for my hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-7309751317588427395?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/7309751317588427395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=7309751317588427395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7309751317588427395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7309751317588427395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/lj-owns-blogger-and-im-happy.html' title='LJ owns Blogger and I&apos;m happy!'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-3267908983745592329</id><published>2007-12-31T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T12:44:42.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well that's where I belong, and you belong with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE COLDPLAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh wheee :D I used to love them lots and then when our computer died I lost all the songs and forgot to redownload. Wheeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Sinyee said I should post about this so I shallll because my life is utterly boring.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my phone when we were at Victoria Theatre, watching Liangls' opera thing. I think I dropped it. So then I used Natasha's phone to sms my dad and I told him I lost it. Within about 5 minutes he replied. &lt;strong&gt;And said that he'd picked up my phone already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tell you, my Dad is magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that he explained that when he got the sms, he was around the area and straightaway drove to Victoria Theatre and called my number. This man picked up and was pretty shocked that the owner found it so fast :O Anyway my dad went to pick it up from him and I didn't lose my phone after all.&lt;br /&gt;Yay my dad is magic. And of course, praise God :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to work out New Year's Resolutions. I drew up a list of what I totally suck at and a list of what I'm good at.&lt;br /&gt;List number 1 got until 11 things.&lt;br /&gt;List number 2 got until 2 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently a good deal of me sucks, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch I Am Legend very badly.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch I Am Legend very badly.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch I Am Legend very badly.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch I Am Legend very badly.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch I Am Legend very badly.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch I Am Legend very badly.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch I Am Legend very badly.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch I Am Legend very badly.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch I Am Legend very badly.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch I Am Legend very badly.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch I Am Legend very badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know how badly I want to watch I Am Legend.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know how badly I want to watch I Am Legend.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know how badly I want to watch I Am Legend.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know how badly I want to watch I Am Legend.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know how badly I want to watch I Am Legend.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know how badly I want to watch I Am Legend.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know how badly I want to watch I Am Legend.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know how badly I want to watch I Am Legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it with me.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it with me.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it with me.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it with me.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it with me.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it with me.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it with me.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it with me.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it with me.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it with me.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it with me.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I could write a song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred miles long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you belong with me&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/37846061-3267908983745592329?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/3267908983745592329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=3267908983745592329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/3267908983745592329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/3267908983745592329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-thats-where-i-belong-and-you.html' title='well that&apos;s where I belong, and you belong with me'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-2239960105328685981</id><published>2007-12-29T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T14:16:57.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deleted</title><content type='html'>deleted :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I'm not in a nasty mood anymore :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-2239960105328685981?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/2239960105328685981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=2239960105328685981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/2239960105328685981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/2239960105328685981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-nasty-mood.html' title='deleted'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-192312300333701801</id><published>2007-12-27T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:31.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Trojan Horse.</title><content type='html'>I'm here to complain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the screenshot below. I download the bulk of my music (yes, illegally) from Multiply.com and it's fairly reliable. I don't think you'll get caught that easily because it's not software, it's a website. (I think ah I think only) I think it's by far safer than Bittorrent/Limewire/the rest of it because there's about no viruses (so far for me lah) Sorry Sinyee dear I once got a virus in my computer and have since been terrified of it.&lt;br /&gt;The music is uploaded by other users and boothere! you can just download it.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN.&lt;br /&gt;Boom!&lt;br /&gt;Checkout the screenshot. They used to have this Music option and you'd click that and type in whatever song you wanted. Then poof there you get your song. Then it disappeared one day. And it hasn't come back! Crap it :( The main thing about the whole site was the songs.&lt;br /&gt;Without the Music option it's seriously hard to search because whatever you're searching for gets mixed up with all the other categories (Blogs Photos Videos Events Links Reviews all the rest of it). I spent like half an hour searching for ONE song. Then all the other crap appeared.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3NbvpiMxEI/AAAAAAAABQI/9nNOz4Mtmmk/s1600-h/howsaddening.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148559673175884866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3NbvpiMxEI/AAAAAAAABQI/9nNOz4Mtmmk/s400/howsaddening.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm HEARTBROKEN. There goes my main source of music. (Dora, the day I told you about it, that's the day I discovered it disappeared!) Yeah saaddd can.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm adaptable one can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3Nbv5iMxFI/AAAAAAAABQQ/ZWk-hos1YCA/s1600-h/downloadingspree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148559677470852178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3Nbv5iMxFI/AAAAAAAABQQ/ZWk-hos1YCA/s400/downloadingspree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on a downloading spree from anywhere else I could find, with both FF and IE HAHAHAHA SO THERE :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I had such a rotten time trying to find a subsitute for Multiply.com and haven't really found one. Then I found this forums kind of thing and you request for a song, and people who have it host the file on some file hosting site like Megaupload and you can go and download it. Yeah pretty slow but I guess it'll work for now because I'm scared stiff of p2p software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/music-buzz.com/"&gt;(music-buzz)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I also found a msn group that pretty much has the same function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/MP3-MUSIC-FINDER-2006/"&gt;(mp3 music finder)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very good I think. But still okay lah. Went to Yahoo! Answers to check out where everyone else was downloading from and there's all those trashy sites I don't even dare to stay on the page for one minute, there were all these crazy disgusting ads. I almost yelled and apologized to my computer for subjecting it to porn ads.&lt;br /&gt;Closed it straightaway.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh so scary and gross. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;-screams and runs away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, when I downloaded a torrent to open with Bittorrent, it came with a trojan horse. I completely freaked out and didn't tell my parents about it. I immediately had Mr Norton Antivirus working like crazy trying to fix it. I spent the whole freaking day trying to worm the virus out and get the computer well. Yes I went crazy O.O&lt;br /&gt;And all day long messages like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Your order for 50 packs of Viagra is delayed. $0.50 per packet. Buy Viagra. Code: 8501647"&lt;br /&gt;"Order Viagra, prices from $0.50 to $1.50"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popped out.&lt;br /&gt;Yes imagine how scared I was. I don't know what Viagra is exactly but it's disgusting yes I know that part I learnt it from watching a certain Channel 8 TV show, maybe some of you remember it? Double Happiness or was it. IT WAS A FAMILY SHOW. I WAS NOT BEING SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr it was so scary. I was so scared that when my parents were using the computer the messages would pop up and they'd be wondering who ordered Viagra. Anyway one day the messages stopped coming and Norton Antivirus said everything was alright.&lt;br /&gt;I did about 5 full system scans because I was so scared. It wasn't one of those prank things that people send you. It's not like that fake virus emoticon on MSN. It was like, a real trojan horse.&lt;br /&gt;I ALMOST DIED CAN.&lt;br /&gt;-slumps on computer-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahahahaha okay. Moral of the story be careful when you're downloading from p2p software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SINYEE BE CAREFUL WOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I haven't had any problems like that when I stopped using Limewire/Ares/Bittorrent and started using websites.&lt;br /&gt;-heave sigh of relief-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a lighter note:&lt;br /&gt;I saw this piece of news on Yahoo! News one day. It's really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;"Archaeologists in Italy discovered a couple buried 5,000 to 6,000 years ago, still embracing one another. 'It's an extraordinary case,' said Elena Menotti, who led the team. 'There has not been a double burial found in the Neolithic period, much less two people hugging -- and they really are hugging.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really "I will love you until my dying day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3NiYJiMxGI/AAAAAAAABQY/dM2nhl3r2fY/s1600-h/love-in-death.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148566966030353506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3NiYJiMxGI/AAAAAAAABQY/dM2nhl3r2fY/s400/love-in-death.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-192312300333701801?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/192312300333701801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=192312300333701801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/192312300333701801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/192312300333701801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-trojan-horse.html' title='I am a Trojan Horse.'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3NbvpiMxEI/AAAAAAAABQI/9nNOz4Mtmmk/s72-c/howsaddening.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-8996874254035090907</id><published>2007-12-25T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:32.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have yourselves a merry little Christmas night</title><content type='html'>Hello darlingszzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the iconnnn :D In honour of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the year is ending and yay and I don't know why but I'm serioussss high!&lt;br /&gt;Not high as in the crazy-rachel-is-going-to-do-crazy-things high but the feel-good-and-sit-down-quietly kind of high.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA NEVERMIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my parents were really sweet because we went to church right then after that my Dad went sneaking around without my mum knowing to hunt for last-minute present (my mum has an expensive taste he always doesn't know what to buy).&lt;br /&gt;So he bluffed my mum that he went toilet when actually he and my sister went sneaking to some expensive watch shop to buy some expensive watch.&lt;br /&gt;Then he came back because the shop sold out of the one he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Then my mother thought he had constipation in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that he bluffed my mum again that he was going to bring me to Popular so off we sneaked again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we went to a different watch shop and he bought the watch. It was SO expensive I didn't dare to touch it. We hurried all the way to the carpark and hid the watch (in its bag of course) far deep into the boot and covered it with NTUC plastic bags.&lt;br /&gt;NYAHAHAHAHA. Then just now when my mother opened the present she was like :O &lt;i&gt;WHY YOU BUY SO EXPENSIVE ONE!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad gave this sheepish kind of look.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA very funny and very sweeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yesterday my sister brought some guy to church and he gave her earrings and she was so happy about it we didn't hear the end of it all morning -.- She kept giggling and "Chel you see our picture! Nice right!"&lt;br /&gt;-groans-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Love is all around ♥&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone who wished me merry christmas and to you too :)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Christmas! Although if we were in the Christmas mood all year round it would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went to church on Christmas Eve, to St Andrews Cathedral. It was great and that's what Christmas is all about - God.&lt;br /&gt;Shall post pictures up next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till then,&lt;br /&gt;I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(read the awesome lyrics below or I will be angry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came upon the midnight clear,&lt;br /&gt;That glorious song of old&lt;br /&gt;From angels bending near the earth&lt;br /&gt;To touch their harps of gold&lt;br /&gt;"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men,&lt;br /&gt;From heaven's all gracious King!"&lt;br /&gt;The world in solemn stillness lay&lt;br /&gt;To hear the angels sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;And the whole world give back the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Which now the angels sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love really is, all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,&lt;br /&gt;And you light me up, when you ring my bell.&lt;br /&gt;You're a mystery, you're from outer space,&lt;br /&gt;You're every minute of my everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pictures&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3Eb25iMw-I/AAAAAAAABPc/EucLwF-C1y4/s1600-h/hearts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147926479032337378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3Eb25iMw-I/AAAAAAAABPc/EucLwF-C1y4/s400/hearts.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3Eb3ZiMw_I/AAAAAAAABPk/KLyv0cWmanQ/s1600-h/IMG_7515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147926487622271986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3Eb3ZiMw_I/AAAAAAAABPk/KLyv0cWmanQ/s400/IMG_7515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Christmas tree :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3Eb3piMxAI/AAAAAAAABPs/C09YnMorLww/s1600-h/IMG_7509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147926491917239298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3Eb3piMxAI/AAAAAAAABPs/C09YnMorLww/s400/IMG_7509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O MY HANDPHONE POUCH SO CUTE RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3Eb35iMxBI/AAAAAAAABP0/0tdi51Ocy20/s1600-h/IMG_7442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147926496212206610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3Eb35iMxBI/AAAAAAAABP0/0tdi51Ocy20/s400/IMG_7442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Andrews :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3Eb4JiMxCI/AAAAAAAABP8/WklG_8uu9T0/s1600-h/IMG_6499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147926500507173922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3Eb4JiMxCI/AAAAAAAABP8/WklG_8uu9T0/s400/IMG_6499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha random. From a really long time ago when I was like kindergarten? My sister and I :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-8996874254035090907?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/8996874254035090907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=8996874254035090907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/8996874254035090907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/8996874254035090907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/have-yourselves-merry-little-christmas.html' title='have yourselves a merry little Christmas night'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R3Eb25iMw-I/AAAAAAAABPc/EucLwF-C1y4/s72-c/hearts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-7780022887202097948</id><published>2007-12-23T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T22:11:29.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG YAY MAN U ROCKS.</title><content type='html'>ZHENWEN.&lt;br /&gt;I take back my words lah k &lt;strong&gt;Ronaldo rockkkkks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he scored both the man u goals.&lt;br /&gt;-jumps and screams and yells and does the chicken dance-&lt;br /&gt;Omg yay can.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the man u vs everton match with my dad and at like the 88th minute he was like yelling (this is an amazement k my dad never yells) &lt;strong&gt;"PENALTY! GOT PENALTY!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay then Ronaldo took the penalty and yay it went in and yay we went mad again.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am super happpyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve is tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;Remember the reason for the season. It's not all baubles and presents and ribbons. Remember who's birthday it is. Without Jesus there wouldn't even be Christmas. Santa Claus does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;And that's the truth of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is built on nothing less&lt;br /&gt;Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;I dare not trust the sweetest frame,&lt;br /&gt;But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness seems to hide His lovely face,&lt;br /&gt;I rest on His unchanging grace.&lt;br /&gt;In every high and stormy gale,&lt;br /&gt;My anchor holds within the veil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christ the solid Rock I stand,&lt;br /&gt;All other ground is sinking sand;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;I WANT WUDAO AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;I'm itching to dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-7780022887202097948?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/7780022887202097948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=7780022887202097948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7780022887202097948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7780022887202097948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/omg-yay-man-u-rocks.html' title='OMG YAY MAN U ROCKS.'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-8697176140765850758</id><published>2007-12-22T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T15:55:12.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WUDAO! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Whee just got back from wudao. SO TIRED :(&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get out of bed today cause everywhere was aching after not stretching for so long. I bet tomorrow morning will be &lt;u&gt;worse&lt;/u&gt; :O&lt;br /&gt;Today at huiguan was cooool. Haha even though it's tiring, it's great to be dancing again. And the mirrors are like such a &lt;strong&gt;luxury&lt;/strong&gt; because the hall has zerooooo mirrors (well of course) and when you're dancing you face the badminton people :(&lt;br /&gt;Falalalalaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might do this dance for Orientation 08! Ahahaha although I think Cheryl looks &lt;b&gt;SUPER CUTE&lt;/b&gt; in the wanshan costume :D Cheryl don't you agreeeeee?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Anw I passed by Kong Hwa on number 31 on the way back from huiguan. Omg the sight of it just brings back so many memories and apparently the monkey bars are gone. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back so badly lah sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;br /&gt;I ache all over.&lt;br /&gt;How do you live without dancing forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;Chengyee: Haha c'mon you will never be a nerd. Yeah we're all growing older. Yesssss. My hols are very broke and quite super. :D Have a good time on holidayyyy you lucky girl!&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: Hahahaha what lor very irritating can. Somebody so popular. Won't dead one lah D:&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: AHAHAHAHA. I think we learnt quite alot today. About 3 minutes already? Wahhh so sad. I want see you all dance wan shan! Hahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;Wenting: Yep I was like omg :O Haha do the quizzzzz thing too! About time you posted :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-8697176140765850758?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/8697176140765850758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=8697176140765850758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/8697176140765850758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/8697176140765850758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/wudao-3.html' title='WUDAO! &lt;3'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-6352767080870326231</id><published>2007-12-20T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T19:32:30.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the sun shines, we'll shine together</title><content type='html'>Okay random title. Umbrella by Rihanna :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially addicted to The Click Five.&lt;br /&gt;I finally got your present.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch the Golden Compass.&lt;br /&gt;I am well and truly broke.&lt;br /&gt;I made my Facebook password so long (20+ characters) that I forgot it. Now I have to change it again.&lt;br /&gt;I got new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing class tee now and I miss 1J.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;I have had it with my internet.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like kicking it.&lt;br /&gt;I know you people are bored reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAFLAGSGSGB.&lt;br /&gt;Shall do a boliao thing. I found it on &lt;a href="http://deantrippe.livejournal.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A movie on my life. Put music player on shuffle you know the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opening Credits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davy Jones - Pirates of the Caribbean (Dead Man's Chest) OST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waking Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Move - Avalon&lt;br /&gt;(wow I'm so active)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Day At School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Drop Me In The Middle - Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falling In Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Are You Doing New Year's Eve - Diana Krall&lt;br /&gt;(woweee how sweet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fight Song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colours of the Wind - Disney Pocahontas&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breaking Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running Away - Midnight Hour&lt;br /&gt;(wow I must have had a really abusive boyfriend then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay On The Road - Corrinne May&lt;br /&gt;(MAYBE I GOT DRUNK AND AM DRIVING!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life Is Good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must Get Out - Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mental Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Makes Me Wonder - Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Firm Foundation - Various Artists&lt;br /&gt;(A Christian song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flashback&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jordon - Five for Fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting Back Together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Scientist - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;(omg he's a scientist! i have a genius boyfriend!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wedding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever - S Club 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paying The Dues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Better Is One Day - Rebecca St James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Night Before The War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There Goes My Heart - Nat King Cole&lt;br /&gt;(wl someone broke my heart before I went to fight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Final Battle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Than Words - Westlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moment of Triumph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dance Floor Anthem - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death Scene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance With Me Tonight - Hugh Grant (Way Back Into Love soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;(hmm maybe my husband died with me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funeral Song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun - Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;(apparently people are happy I died.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End Credits &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyrate - Da Musicianz&lt;br /&gt;(do your thang!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LADEEDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Shakin' me up&lt;br /&gt;Turn it up&lt;br /&gt;Alright, at five minutes to midnight&lt;br /&gt;You see our name in city lights&lt;br /&gt;We'll make the clock stop&lt;br /&gt;Make your heart drop and come alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Minutes to Midnight by Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;The song that wakes me up every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS CRAZY. I HAVEN'T TOUCHED FACEBOOK IN AWHILE (not very long, I swear!)&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. I have 136 requests. Ohmygoshkillmenow.&lt;br /&gt;And people. If you add a new application to your page I don't care but please don't recommend it to me. I kind of find my page CLUTTERED enough already. So yeah. If it's something really cool then yeah its fine tell me. I'll be more than happy to know. But if it ain't then kindly uncheck my name and I will be super happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I do not want to kiss you, neither do I want to know what flower I am, I know I'm not colour blind, and I don't want to dance with you, I don't care what Sex IQ I have, I don't care what type of smile you have, I do not want to share love/joy with you, I don't want to flirt with you or anyone else, I'm not interested in Optical Illusions, and I am so not your Facebook relative, I don't know what the hell are Tarots, I don't want to play counterstrike, I do not want to try out the Love Match Predictor, I don't want to join the Warmingwhatevernonsensecampaign, I'm happy enough I do not need a Happy Pill, I am so not your BFF, I know how sexy my name is so you don't need to tell me, and I don't want to join the Popularity Contest, I don't want to suck your lollipop my mummy told me not to share saliva with strangers, I don't love you and I don't want to check out You or Me? I do not want to be bought on Human Pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots more.&lt;br /&gt;Am sorely pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I sounded so unfriendly in the above paragrah. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I won't accept anything from anyone unless &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I like you alot/the thing is really cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAH. SO STOP SENDING.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-6352767080870326231?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/6352767080870326231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=6352767080870326231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/6352767080870326231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/6352767080870326231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-sun-shines-well-shine-together.html' title='When the sun shines, we&apos;ll shine together'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-1381205223668198601</id><published>2007-12-19T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:34.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting old</title><content type='html'>In 1 week plus I'll be Year Two. Gosh I'll have juniors. It's so weird and I'm so old.&lt;br /&gt;Anw wyy these few days have been draining me like crazy, waking up so damn early and spending so much time travelling and going here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Today's last day, I feel like a airless balloon ._.&lt;br /&gt;And I come home angry and easily irritated, don't know why. Don't talk to me, I might flare up and you'll be burnt into a crisp. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Today the P6s get back posting results right. Haha reminds me so much of a year ago, of Kong Hwa days. I remember I was so damn scared, SCARED. First choice was Dunman High of course and I was SO scared that I wouldn't make it and go to a girls' school and you know girls are such boring and mean things and don't exactly make the best jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I got back PSLE results I was so scared I almost cried (hur yes) I remember staying up till 1+ the night before, freaking out with Elizabeth on msn. I even went to my parents bed and slept with them, I couldn't sleep. Of course I got squashed so I went back to my own bed. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I bet Amanda $1 (eh first time betting $$ k) that I would get 230+ and in the end I didn't hahaha. I was so relieved I took the results slip and stood around there talking to my dumb self like going omg haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yes funnneeeh now laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Then I tottered out of the Hall then my dad saw me and was like, "Cannot go RGS ah nevermind come Daddy give you a hug nevermind okay." cause I think he thought I got like 150+ HAHAHAHA. I almost cried, but didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Crying sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah first time he hug me can lols. Then I was like, hurhur I never wanted to go rgs k. Went all limp D: After that he told my mum that I came out looking so shaken that he thought I got 220+ haha O.O oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still marvelling at how I didn't fail my psle HAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;I DID IT THEN AND I CAN DO IT NOW YAY JIAYOU FOR THE NEW YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the month I was chionging psle like shit I got really crazy and wrote two pages of what I would do to improve each subject and I wrote it like I was talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;E.g&lt;br /&gt;"If you make any more careless mistakes in Maths I will smack your stupid ass wah lao now work harder."&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want to get into a good school or not? If you want then work your ass off lah, you stupid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious one k. I know you're laughing! I'm laughing too.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I threw the pages away. 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R2j0VQR7v9I/AAAAAAAABPU/djgHwZ-PI5c/s400/superman.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I your Kryptonite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-1381205223668198601?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/1381205223668198601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=1381205223668198601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/1381205223668198601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/1381205223668198601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-getting-old.html' title='I&apos;m getting old'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R2jxlgR7vyI/AAAAAAAABN8/-F7w2P5veQc/s72-c/454354.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-6559675174577315639</id><published>2007-12-17T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:16:54.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supernova</title><content type='html'>Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;Your friend here just walked 6km (to ecp and back) in a skirt whose length was 2/3 of her legs, carrying an umbrella, a flag which was up to her face, and her bag.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like an incredibly easy thing right.&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea what fun a skirt is.&lt;br /&gt;Guys you don't know at all how great it is to be guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't ANY miniskirt. That was a real thick wet long Dunman High skirt that covers my knees by dont know how many yards. lols lah.&lt;br /&gt;It is at these times (HOT AND WET!) that I wish I would let myself fold my damn long skirt, but no I won't and never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah whatever I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Liverpool vs Man Utd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;0-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tevez is THE GEEENIUS. Gosh the game was the best I've ever watched, pretty much. Liverpool played well, they did, and they ought to have won and had the game over by halftime because of that pigheaded goalkeeper van der Sar. But unfortunately man u has one of the meanest defences in the premiership so yeah baby yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Liverpool really played fast and well k. I feel pretty sorry for all of their fans they were leaving the stadium early. Moreover they were playing at Anfield. By right the score should have been 2-1 and we shouldn't have won yeah but we did yeah so YEAH :D&lt;br /&gt;Last night I totally worked myself up crazy.&lt;br /&gt;At this point in time when Liverpool was taking a freekick I was so worked up I was lying on the sofa and doing little spasms and splits. When the freekick was over and everything had gone okay, I found myself with one leg at my head and the other on the sofa and my body half off the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Commentator: On comes Crouch, will he be able to turn the game around for Liverpool?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Commentator: In games like these there might be a controversial ending.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha alright. I was a little screwed in the head haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo kept doing the fancy dribbling thing though and kept losing the ball. Then I would yell and scream and bounce around on the sofa and my dad would give me this O.O look hahaha. Yeess :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha anw all the players were cool :D Well maybe except that pigheaded goalkeeper.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Arsenal beat Chelsea (why, oh whyyyyyy?) and Man U didn't get to the top of the table :( I tottered out of bed early this morning at 7.30 to peer at the papers with half-closed eyes and checked out the football news and almost woke everybody up :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;YAY MAN U!&lt;br /&gt;YAY FERGIE!&lt;br /&gt;YAY YAY YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And this is why we're the champions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha btw no offence meant to all liverpool supporters don't knock down my house ah. Your team played great and by all rights ought to have won. Or at least draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Caught beneath the landslide&lt;br /&gt;In a champagne supernova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Champagne Supernova - Matt Pond PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool song :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-6559675174577315639?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/6559675174577315639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=6559675174577315639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/6559675174577315639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/6559675174577315639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/i.html' title='Supernova'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-6673411887623794684</id><published>2007-12-16T21:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:33:37.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, just call me Supergirl</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Been a really exhausting Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Natasha I really couldn't find the CD.&lt;br /&gt;I reached home in a stormy mood. Don't know why. Pissed. Threw an enormous tantrum. Made my eyes the size of goldfish's. Decorated the Christmas tree with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so &lt;strong&gt;moneyless &lt;/strong&gt;I don't know how I'm actually going to buy my own lunch for wyy. Seriously, like how? Maybe I'll pack sweets every one hour eat one. Rich in glucose and energy.&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I finally know how poverty feels like :(&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chengyee - Haha congrats. No you won't grow fat. I know it :)&lt;br /&gt;Junyi - Well you know now, BEWARE :D&lt;br /&gt;Zhenwen - Haha great. Match today omg exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah - Nah I'm sure you can do it :) jiayou.&lt;br /&gt;Natasha - Haha we're seriously alike. It's a great song.&lt;br /&gt;Brenda - Haha nonono you don't want to be like me I'm a pretty bad person to be you knowww. Miss you too :) anw your brother looks pretty cute just that he dont behave cute. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Karen - It's all right :) My internet now is screwy too. Sooner or later it'll die.&lt;br /&gt;Jiayan - Haha thanks :D I have half of the call of the wild to go. Miss you too and sorry I haven't been commenting at your lj these days, my internet's mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-done-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lah don't feel like talking much. Pretty much still pissed. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 582px" height="802" src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z179/thepirateparade/supermai.jpg" width="526" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO, JUST CALL ME SUPERGIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 372px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="258" src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z179/thepirateparade/supergirlmeme_trippe_500.png" width="323" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supergirl's in a roaring bad mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to watch the Man U vs Liverpool match now. omg exciting. Great thing to cheer me up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We will, we will, trash you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-6673411887623794684?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/6673411887623794684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=6673411887623794684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/6673411887623794684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/6673411887623794684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-just-call-me-supergirl.html' title='Hello, just call me Supergirl'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-6907038005202794838</id><published>2007-12-14T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:36:59.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unintended - Muse</title><content type='html'>Hello. Change of skin.&lt;br /&gt;Not in the best of moods.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go listen to the song that my skin is about. Please me.&lt;br /&gt;:) Download it or something. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;And here's a far greater song that'll whack all of the new age stuff's rear end into the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Yg8qDgq7um/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Yg8qDgq7um/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desert Rose - Sting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol the song of my childhood, my sister played it pretty much every day when I was in about P3 or 4, can't remember. I even recall playing games while listening to it. The song was out in 1999, which was like, what 8 years ago. That's how old it is. Still really great though. Brings back so many memories for me. The lyrics are so haunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of rain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of gardens in the desert sand&lt;br /&gt;I wake in vain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of love as time runs through my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of fire&lt;br /&gt;Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire&lt;br /&gt;And in the flames&lt;br /&gt;Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This desert rose&lt;br /&gt;Each of her veils, a secret promise&lt;br /&gt;This desert flower&lt;br /&gt;No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as she turns&lt;br /&gt;This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;This fire burns&lt;br /&gt;I realize that nothing's as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of rain&lt;br /&gt;I lift my gaze to empty skies above&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet desert rose&lt;br /&gt;This memory of Eden haunts us all&lt;br /&gt;This desert flower&lt;br /&gt;This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/sting/desertrose.html"&gt;&lt;h5&gt;(here for complete lyrics)&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best songs I've ever heard. Beats all that new stuff to a pulp. NOW LISTEN TO IT. Or I will force you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of gardens in the desert sand.&lt;br /&gt;I dream of love, as time runs through my hand.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-6907038005202794838?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/6907038005202794838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=6907038005202794838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/6907038005202794838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/6907038005202794838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/unintended-muse.html' title='Unintended - Muse'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-7300825523866947582</id><published>2007-12-13T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:34.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAP gave me insomnia</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I stayed up until 12+ on the computer because I was stoning at a blank MS Word document and digging my brains for crap to come out for a CAP reflection but apparently that's all the crap that I've got for the day and I used it all up earlier.&lt;br /&gt;My brain produces a limited amount of crap each day.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Sinyee and Natasha then *somebody had to go uh. Haha so I complained to Natasha and after that complained to Chengyee :D Haha and thanks for your encouragement my dear, the joke really helped. Eek I feel like laughing now.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I've stayed crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night totally sucked I was at a loss of what to write for reflections and was feeling like utilizing Mr Bean's idea of propping-eyes-open-with-toothpicks but realised that my house has no toothpicks. I wanted to get off the computer and stop trying but I just couldn't because I knew it'd just drag on to the next day and I'd have more to do. So I typed a little by little until crap ran dry ._.&lt;br /&gt;I tried crapping yes but no crap came out I'm very serious. This is like, the first time I have had no crap to produce for this type of crappy assignment excluding that crappy RS report which I totally crapped through and ended up with 4440 words = a pile of humongous crap.&lt;br /&gt;*counts* I used crap in all its forms for 5 times. I ought to win an award for that!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah anyway it SUCKED okay it &lt;u&gt;SUCKED&lt;/u&gt;. You know why? Because it drained my brain of not only crap, but of common sense and disabled it from actually thinking like a human being. After I got off the computer (yes finally) and went to bathe, I went and got my pyjamas and paraded off in a daze to the bathroom (which is not next to my room), I stood outside waiting for my sister to finish up.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that I hadn't brought any clean underwear. Or a towel.&lt;br /&gt;So I had to go back to get it. Seriously :(&lt;br /&gt;Wl anyway last night was horrible it was like living in a nightmare and there's no exaggeration in that. I honestly hate CAP now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't get into the whatever stupid camp thing I'm going to march down to wherever they keep all the people who judge whatever we write and find out all of their names and wrap them up in super-strong plastic tape and leave them there like huge white transparant fat cocoons.&lt;br /&gt;And when I find the person who read my pieces and didn't grade them well I'm going to throw that fat cocoon into the Amazon river and fish it out again and drop it into the Nile and let all the crocodiles have a little boogie party with it then just before it gets gobbled up I'm going to fish it up and enter it in the latest Fear Factor contest whether it likes it or not.&lt;br /&gt;Yes and it's going to go through all the rounds still in it's nice fat white TIGHT cocoon and experience fully the meaning of fear, cockroaches, heights, snakes, hissing, and drinking worm juice. It is also going to experience excretion in a cocoon.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN. I'm going to let the thing out of its very badly battered cocoon and ask very nicely (with a smile, no doubt) whether or not it's going to let me get into the whatever camp what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I already said I could be very nice. And very nasty.&lt;br /&gt;I like you, I'll be so nice you thought you met an angel.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like you. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha oh well I like most of my friends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Whatever lah I don't give a damn about that camp :D Despite all I've said about the Nile River. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. People! CLAP FOR ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R2EPxo9zSDI/AAAAAAAABN0/tUAVrB_BEh0/s1600-h/i+finished+cap!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143409594918455346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R2EPxo9zSDI/AAAAAAAABN0/tUAVrB_BEh0/s400/i+finished+cap!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha yes I went crazy and opened photoshop :D ISN'T IT PRETTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I finished it and that's all that counts :D YESYESYES I HAVE. 3 poems and 3 proses (I'm fair :D) and 6 reflections. I'm so amazed at myself! LALAALALLALALALAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;Omgggg man omggggg I can hardly believe the facttttt! I'm so happy. Omgggg. I shall go and TREAT myself to NEOPETS UNDISTURBED.&lt;br /&gt;I can sleep sound tonight for once!&lt;br /&gt;for the last few nights I kept worrying about when the hell I was going to finish CAP AND NOW I HAVE FINISHED IT :D Omgggg. I can sleep so sound I can stop staying up monsterifically late and propping my eyes open with goodness knows what!&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;That picture I made, fully describes my feelings now. Especially the racoon and crab monster. Sinyee's just signed in! :D&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE MY FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE CAP I HATE YOU FOREVER BUT I FINISHED YOU FOREVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-7300825523866947582?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/7300825523866947582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=7300825523866947582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7300825523866947582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7300825523866947582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/cap-gave-me-insomnia_6704.html' title='CAP gave me insomnia'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R2EPxo9zSDI/AAAAAAAABN0/tUAVrB_BEh0/s72-c/i+finished+cap!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-521135251903107546</id><published>2007-12-12T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:35.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired;Broke</title><content type='html'>Went out alone (yes, so sad, is it not?) to Tampines Mall to do Christmas shopping and had more than enough of 'alone time'. BAH.&lt;br /&gt;It's been so cold and raining on and off I had to wear a sweater all day long. Yesterday it was 25 degrees Celsius outside, which is even colder than my AIRCON. The weather being so gloomy, I wasn't exactly very happy either.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to cut a super long story short I am incredibly, fantastically broke and have used up $20 of next week's advance pocket money and will probably have to take out pocket money from all the weeks left until Christmas, including the Christmas week itself. After buying you people's presents I had not enough money to eat at the food court and not enough money to buy a sufficient-amount-of-gummies-suitable-for-lunch. So I headed to Cheers and went for the cheapest cup noodles which was $1.40, ha.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah oh well. Then I had nobody to help me hold stuff (like 3 shopping bags and one of my own) so being stupid, I went to fill it with hot water THEN decided to eat THEN decided that I didn't have enough hands to do that.&lt;br /&gt;-Here comes the Super part-&lt;br /&gt;I managed to put 2 of the bags into the biggest hugest one, throw away the provided plastic fork and get chopsticks instead, take off my sweater, unzip pocket number one of my sling bag to check if I brought tissue, zip it up again, and unzip pocket number two to check and left it unzipped, separated the chopsticks, and started to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All while holding £$&amp;amp;WFsfs35w3wt-dly huge and hot and heavy cup noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so accomplished after my balancing act.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah since I had no more money I headed back home but today was a pretty fruitful trip :) Buying my sister's present totally washed me out it was so darn expensive. After paying for it I was like oops shit no money for lunch. She better like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home ever so sleepy, the weather wasn't helping.&lt;br /&gt;AND I DID MY CAP YAY! Feel rather happy about that too :D All in all, a pretty great day, except for the morning part where I wasn't in the happiest of moods thanks to the rainy weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Natasha.&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;Go to my archives, Saturday, October 27, 2007 and smile!&lt;br /&gt;Now give me 3 macho claps!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha &lt;3&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Whee. Go listen Seven Days by Craig David if you haven't. I don't put music on my blog for nothing. In fact I haven't put it for a year already :O&lt;br /&gt;So go listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow's studying day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R2AClY9zR-I/AAAAAAAABNQ/swOcrj59uFI/s1600-h/Photo%27010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143113615837186018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R2AClY9zR-I/AAAAAAAABNQ/swOcrj59uFI/s400/Photo%27010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A flower I drew on my Christmas shopping list, taken in the car at night. The yellow lights are the streetlights. And that's my handwriting when I'm tired. Hahahahahahaha actually there's nothing to laugh at ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R2AClo9zR_I/AAAAAAAABNY/tU9MAWlTxaQ/s1600-h/Photo%27007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143113620132153330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R2AClo9zR_I/AAAAAAAABNY/tU9MAWlTxaQ/s400/Photo%27007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the highway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R2ACl49zSAI/AAAAAAAABNg/JfnVmts0Hl4/s1600-h/Photo%27008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143113624427120642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R2ACl49zSAI/AAAAAAAABNg/JfnVmts0Hl4/s400/Photo%27008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R2ACmI9zSBI/AAAAAAAABNo/Ulo7qi8NLjE/s1600-h/Photo%27009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143113628722087954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R2ACmI9zSBI/AAAAAAAABNo/Ulo7qi8NLjE/s400/Photo%27009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yiren, I really wanted to buy this for you. I saw it at Daiso, the 2-dollar-shop. HAHAHAHAHAHA. But I didn't :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-521135251903107546?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/521135251903107546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=521135251903107546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/521135251903107546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/521135251903107546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/tiredbroke.html' title='Tired;Broke'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R2AClY9zR-I/AAAAAAAABNQ/swOcrj59uFI/s72-c/Photo%27010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-4685352659330199326</id><published>2007-12-12T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T11:23:33.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Sinyee! :D</title><content type='html'>Haha dear I'm proud of you and really happy for you :D&lt;br /&gt;That's the way to go, girl!&lt;br /&gt;I like your dm very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAP SUCKS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired beyond belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going Christmas shopping tomorrow MYSELF how sadly pathetic is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth thing.&lt;br /&gt;I can't think straight because I can't I'm tired I can't cap kill murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth thing.&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep but can't because I want to send all my done pieces to my dad to print at his office (our printer has been slacking and refusing to be a printer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth thing.&lt;br /&gt;I had to mentally count what comes after five, which is six, therefore this is the sixth thing. I bet a Kindergardner could beat me at Maths now and I don't even know how to spell Kindergarden which I spelt wrongly for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh thing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who's free tomorrow please go out with me :( I'm begging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighth thing.&lt;br /&gt;My hair has grown quite long, I wonder if I should cut it a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ningth thing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about typos now. And sorry Sinyee for just now on msn. I wasn't in the best of my brightly moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenth thing.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I've missed you,&lt;br /&gt;I've missed you quite terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;back to cap :( it sucks huge time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;:( WHY IS NOBODY FREE.&lt;br /&gt;There ain't even a single person from 1J on msn. Where has everybody gone. Crap I'm not in a fantastic mood. Damn. I HATE THIS.&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-4685352659330199326?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/4685352659330199326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=4685352659330199326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/4685352659330199326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/4685352659330199326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/yay-sinyee-d.html' title='Yay Sinyee! :D'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-4941948954350795919</id><published>2007-12-11T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:35.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a dream is a wish your heart makes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I could go on laughing until the end of the world. Then when God comes He's going to stare at me and wonder since when he created such a crazy organism. Then I'm going to giggle and go to Heaven still giggling.&lt;br /&gt;So as you can tell, I'm still crazy with laughing.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 1am. And I'm stuck on CAP and the reflections totally suck because I only wrote whatever I did because I thought it would be interesting, and my brain kind of agreed. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;YES LAME :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha wanted me to blog so here I am. I've nothing to blog about. Oh. Anyway. My mother gave me this pink handphone strap and it's got a small LOVE word on it and a smallsmallsmall figurine of a girl and another of a boy. Then I hung it on my phone. My father saw. *HORROR OF HORRORS!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: EH. Who gave you that thing.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: My boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: *all types of expressions rush across his face*&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. MUMMY LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FUNNY CAN HAHAHAHAHA. I actually smiled at him like I was serious. How interesting.&lt;br /&gt;It is so amusing to test my talents on my dad :DDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, when I was very little (about K1) I slept on a mattress in my parents' room, next to their bed and my sister had her own room. Then one night, when my parents were out really late, my sister and I decided to have some fun (small yet know how to have fun k) and she came to my mattress and we hid under the blanket and I piled alot of pillows and soft toys on her. Then I covered her with the blanket and lay on top of her and the other accessories.&lt;br /&gt;My parents came back and found my sister missing from her room.&lt;br /&gt;They thought she REALLY went missing. They were like, "Rachel, where's Jie? Where's Jie?"&lt;br /&gt;Then my sister was suffocating under the blanket and I just had to laugh so the secret was out. HAHAHAHAH IT WAS SO FUNNY. Now she's so old, we can't do that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R11zaI9zR8I/AAAAAAAABNA/Tyw3yHsMOXA/s1600-h/IMG_6861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142393242447464386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R11zaI9zR8I/AAAAAAAABNA/Tyw3yHsMOXA/s400/IMG_6861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R11zaY9zR9I/AAAAAAAABNI/nqnO44hcmQQ/s1600-h/IMG_6862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142393246742431698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R11zaY9zR9I/AAAAAAAABNI/nqnO44hcmQQ/s400/IMG_6862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE STILL HAVE PRETTY MUCH GOOD FUN NOW THOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG MAN HAHAHAHAHAHAHA ITS SO FUNNY. Today's been a laughing day. Especially after last night. Omgggggggggggg :D I AM SO HAPPY AND AM FLYING ON THE TOP OF THE WORLD AND UTTERING GIBBERISH RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;I am in no mood for human conversation right now, which is why I'm spouting 'HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA' nonstop in Sinyee's MSN conversation because I seriously forgot how to spell all other words. hmm I look forward to sleeping early now. In dreams you can do anything.&lt;br /&gt;In dreams you can fly, in dreams you can die, in dreams you can be Superman, or you can be Batman. You can be anything you want and you can do anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;Once I dreamt lots of people were chasing me and it wasn't for a good thing, I was going to get caught, they were strangers. I ran and I never got tired and although there were dozens of them, I never got caught.&lt;br /&gt;But last night was best of all.&lt;br /&gt;In dreams, impossible really is nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-4941948954350795919?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/4941948954350795919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=4941948954350795919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/4941948954350795919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/4941948954350795919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/dream-is-wish-your-heart-makes.html' title='a dream is a wish your heart makes'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R11zaI9zR8I/AAAAAAAABNA/Tyw3yHsMOXA/s72-c/IMG_6861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-2324792912717059860</id><published>2007-12-09T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:38.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dying, dead, decomposed, dried.</title><content type='html'>Hello friends, how has your lives been thus far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine has been so boring I think I grew a beard. And a moustache. And ten ears and eleven noses and five million eyes and two strands of hair and seven more fingers. Gosh. There's nothing to blog about because there's nothing exciting happening in my life or anything newsworthy.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to church early in the morning and got caught in the rain. My mother and sister wanted to buy our usual cheese bun breakfast but there was no more cheese buns because someone reserved the whole lot. So we ended up eating red bean buns. I liked the cheese buns better, I can eat six of them in a day. *interesting fact #1 about Rachel!*&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to church and my sister fell asleep but I didn't and after church we went to buy groceries at Tampines Mall. I walked around when my parents were buying groceries and decided what I should buy for so-and-so for Christmas and started calculating my expenses. Also bought myself two lovely handphone pouches. Because I should reward myself for finishing yet another prose. Then I stopped by outside Times bookstore and watched a little bit of Transformers then it ended then I had to help carry the groceries to the car.&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing black and long sleeves and jeans so it was really hot and I was carrying two packs of soap powder so it was really heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Then it started raining again and we drove home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;End of my happy day.&lt;br /&gt;Wow I have never blogged about anything in such detail before haha. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightt :D My dearest readers, I hope you had fun reading about my really entertaining and filled with adrenaline life/day. Come again for more exciting news on the life of Boring Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I want to go out with everyone again. Charmaine Natasha Sinyee Amy Cheryl Wilson Yiren Yuhua Mark Zhangyang.&lt;br /&gt;Yiren's back from holiday already. And I think I miss Yuhua, lol. I miss his uhm sick jokes and sick thoughts and sick actions and sick expressions and sick words and everything. Lollllllllll. Amazing what the holidays can do to people. And of course I miss him as a friend &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; you dumb people. :X&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I feel like changing skin. But maybe when Christmas approaches :D&lt;br /&gt;There's CSI Supreme Sunday today. Shall go and watch and freak myself out.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures, I'm lazy to describe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1vn_o9zR2I/AAAAAAAABMU/-MNVhpNTyas/s1600-h/from+mosaic.livejournal.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141958480087959394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1vn_o9zR2I/AAAAAAAABMU/-MNVhpNTyas/s400/from+mosaic.livejournal.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1vn_49zR3I/AAAAAAAABMc/KlZYmKwk82Y/s1600-h/hiatus,+jpegformat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141958484382926706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1vn_49zR3I/AAAAAAAABMc/KlZYmKwk82Y/s400/hiatus,+jpegformat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1vn_49zR4I/AAAAAAAABMk/LO4a4rY8yKM/s1600-h/shellboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141958484382926722" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1vnTY9zR1I/AAAAAAAABMM/wXkkTUdSou8/s400/Hearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1vl7I9zRsI/AAAAAAAABLE/rWLhj6wlfg0/s1600-h/Photo%27007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141956203755292354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1vl7I9zRsI/AAAAAAAABLE/rWLhj6wlfg0/s400/Photo%27007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1vl7Y9zRtI/AAAAAAAABLM/9rlbg3S4OHc/s1600-h/Photo%27002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141956208050259666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1vl7Y9zRtI/AAAAAAAABLM/9rlbg3S4OHc/s400/Photo%27002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1vl7Y9zRuI/AAAAAAAABLU/cCB02TnBSzw/s1600-h/Photo%27005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141956208050259682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1vl7Y9zRuI/AAAAAAAABLU/cCB02TnBSzw/s400/Photo%27005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1vl749zRvI/AAAAAAAABLc/PvCJPLaI68c/s1600-h/sky+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141956216640194290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1vl749zRvI/AAAAAAAABLc/PvCJPLaI68c/s400/sky+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1vl749zRwI/AAAAAAAABLk/s7qfhNdoHI4/s1600-h/Image1000eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141956216640194306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1vl749zRwI/AAAAAAAABLk/s7qfhNdoHI4/s400/Image1000eggs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My terrapin laid eggs but I didn't know how to take care of the eggs. Incubate them. They died. Too cold I think :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1vleI9zRrI/AAAAAAAABK8/qc7K6DPptmE/s1600-h/Photo%27010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141955705539086002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1vleI9zRrI/AAAAAAAABK8/qc7K6DPptmE/s400/Photo%27010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz fom &lt;a href="http://temenokorosu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karen's blog&lt;/a&gt; because I seriously, have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Rachel&lt;br /&gt;2. Rach&lt;br /&gt;3. Chel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't any of you ever dare to call me Chel. It's for my family.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare. It's not for friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU'VE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1. chel_xie&lt;br /&gt;2. kissthejoy&lt;br /&gt;3. thepirateparade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 33 MINUTES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Stare at myself&lt;br /&gt;2. Talk to Sinyee on msn&lt;br /&gt;3. Computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. I can dance.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am in 1J, Dunman High.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can be very nice. And very mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't do 180-degree splits.&lt;br /&gt;2. I use the computer too much. (Haha same as you, Spidey :D)&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a curved backbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR ORIGINS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Maternal grandmother, China&lt;br /&gt;2. Yeah basically everyone was from China.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do I care -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU'RE AFRAID OF:&lt;br /&gt;1. Someone I love, dying.&lt;br /&gt;2. Failing major tests.&lt;br /&gt;3. Losing my limbs in an accident or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Orientation tee.&lt;br /&gt;2. FBT.&lt;br /&gt;3. Blue rubber band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Food&lt;br /&gt;2. Water&lt;br /&gt;3. Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA YEAAHHH #3 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE IMPORTANT OBJECTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. A heart-shaped soft toy with arms and hands that my mother bought for me from Ikea. I hug it every night. Without it I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;2. Handphone&lt;br /&gt;3. Computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;2. Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;3. Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS TO BE HAPPY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do weird things with my family.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do weird things with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:&lt;br /&gt;1. Love Like This, Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;2. When I'm Gone, The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;3. Forever Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahahhahahahahahahahahahahaha. Thanks for 3.&lt;/em&gt; It was pretty much always my favourite song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Greater flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;2. GPA 3.6&lt;br /&gt;3. Pop up in front of Mrs Tan wearing a clown suit and freak her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU REGRET:&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;1. Humour&lt;br /&gt;2. Care&lt;br /&gt;3. Christianity (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY KAREN YOU'VE GOT 5-STAR ANSWERS, I'll just leave them as they are :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE IMPORTANT THINGS YOU'VE GIVIN TO THE WORLD:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry world I know I'm a useless inhabitant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in order):&lt;br /&gt;1. I am 156cm.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can eat alot.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA seeee I said I might feel fat but I know I ain't yay see this is called SELF CONFIDENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX:&lt;br /&gt;O.O I am not telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE EMOTIONAL THINGS YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX:&lt;br /&gt;1. They can be uhm quite thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;2. They have HUGE egos to destroy. (omg yes Spidey I agree.)&lt;br /&gt;3. They care for girls. Or at least some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sing&lt;br /&gt;2. Play rugby.&lt;br /&gt;3. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU MISS FROM YOUR PAST:&lt;br /&gt;1. My whole P6 class&lt;br /&gt;2. KHS&lt;br /&gt;3. Wearing a white uniform and wearing high socks and not having to worry about whether I look like a nerd. Because I basically was :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE GIFTS YOU WOULD LIKE TO RECEIVE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End VCD&lt;br /&gt;2. GPA 3.6 next year&lt;br /&gt;3. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE REASONS WHY YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE:&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Cause God created me that way :D&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Cause no one can change me&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Cause I am who I are. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dancing&lt;br /&gt;2. Reading (call me a nerd I don't care)&lt;br /&gt;3. Sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Watch CSI supreme sunday but my mother is watching Star Awards.&lt;br /&gt;2. Grow a little taller&lt;br /&gt;3. Understand factorisation very clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I seriously don' know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO FOR HOLIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Australia&lt;br /&gt;2. Europe&lt;br /&gt;3. America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man I'm angmoh pai! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CARTOON CHARACTERS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Spongebob beats them all hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE BOY’S NAMES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Josh&lt;br /&gt;2. Stephen (my dad's name, ha)&lt;br /&gt;3. Henry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE GIRL'S NAMES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Clare&lt;br /&gt;2. Amy&lt;br /&gt;3. Spongebob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll name my future daughter Clare. Or Spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dance, live, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ OR DIE PAINFULLY&lt;br /&gt;1. Everybody who's bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;And the lights are out&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad for long&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;And the lights are out&lt;br /&gt;I'll be shining on&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna let my life&lt;br /&gt;Bleed on this letter&lt;br /&gt;Let my song&lt;br /&gt;Sing on forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll still love you&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When I'm Gone, The Click Five. OHVERYNICESONG. Even though it's only 2+ minutes long. I'm starting to like Click Five alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-2324792912717059860?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/2324792912717059860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=2324792912717059860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/2324792912717059860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/2324792912717059860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/dying-dead-decomposed-dried.html' title='dying, dead, decomposed, dried.'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1vn_o9zR2I/AAAAAAAABMU/-MNVhpNTyas/s72-c/from+mosaic.livejournal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-3987141292613295669</id><published>2007-12-07T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:38.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Narnia, and for Aslan!</title><content type='html'>YAY I saw the trailer on Yahoo! Narnia: Prince Caspian. Didn't know they came out with a second installment so fast! Go see if you want, Yahoo! today's featured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SbhcKrvb8us&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SbhcKrvb8us&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I found it on youtube, quality's good :D Hahahahaha ohmygoodness just go watch the trailer it's fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="_popup_hovercard(this, 'menalaus84');" href="http://youtube.com/user/menalaus84" rel="nofollow"&gt;menalaus84&lt;/a&gt; (34 minutes ago) &lt;a class="marL8 eLink smallText" onclick="displayHideCommentLink('9N4Uh_Syvgc');return false;" href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=SbhcKrvb8us#" rel="nofollow"&gt;Show&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="marL8 eLink smallText" onclick="displayShowCommentLink('9N4Uh_Syvgc'); return false;" href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=SbhcKrvb8us#" rel="nofollow"&gt;Hide&lt;/a&gt; Marked as spam&lt;br /&gt;0 &lt;a onclick="voteComment('9N4Uh_Syvgc', 'SbhcKrvb8us', '0', '-1');return false;" href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=SbhcKrvb8us#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="voteComment('9N4Uh_Syvgc', 'SbhcKrvb8us', '0', '1');return false;" href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=SbhcKrvb8us#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a class="eLink" onclick="showCommentReplyForm('comment_form_id_9N4Uh_Syvgc', '9N4Uh_Syvgc', false); return false;" href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=SbhcKrvb8us#" rel="nofollow"&gt;Reply&lt;/a&gt;) (&lt;a class="eLink smallText" onclick="spam('9N4Uh_Syvgc', 'SbhcKrvb8us'); return false;" href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=SbhcKrvb8us#" rel="nofollow"&gt;Spam&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;i just crapped my pants and i dont care. i love narnia&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA YEAH I LOVE NARNIA! The trailer looks super exciting gosh I love the sound effects and all the CGI and everything gosh I was a huge fan of the Narnia books LOL. My dad bought me the whole series last time, you know the buy-7-and-get-a-discount thing. Wheee love him. I even have like double copies of some books because they're my sister's and probably half my age old. Or maybe older? Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygooooooodness.&lt;br /&gt;I am getting a stomachache thinking about it oh dear I wonder if I have to go toilet. Wheeee. So anyway, it comes out on May 16th 2008. Yes I know, 1379710879 years later. Oh well at least it's coming out. Ohgosshhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who wants to go watch with me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;for Narnia, and for Aslan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, that guy who plays Peter really mastered that whole war shout thing well. They probably made him shout it ten times in a row just to make sure he sounded fierce and manly enough. Everytime I hear it, I'd be like, YAH! LETS GO TO WAR!!! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHA crap I'm high. How did that happen.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy lalalalfakgaglga! Narnia's out in May! I am SO going to watch even if Singapore snows. Hahahahahahhahahahaha. WHEE NARNIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: GAAWWWSHH the trailer gives me the creeps to no end!!! NARNIANIARNIANIRARNIAANIANANNAANAGSg okay incoherent allallalallaa. Uhoh I really do have a stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit again: Went to the man u website. They play Liverpool on 16th December. I stared at the screen like a dumb poop. Seriously hope the match isn't like 1+ 2+ so I'm allowed to watch :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1imCo9zRqI/AAAAAAAABK0/mOJJFc3-h80/s1600-h/omg!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141041538930001570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1imCo9zRqI/AAAAAAAABK0/mOJJFc3-h80/s400/omg!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some fun, baby! But unfortunately 5 points below Arsenal :(&lt;br /&gt;Won't last long though :D&lt;br /&gt;omg crazy I just won &lt;em&gt;2000np&lt;/em&gt; on the wheel of fortune in neopets. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-3987141292613295669?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/3987141292613295669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=3987141292613295669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/3987141292613295669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/3987141292613295669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-narnia-and-for-aslan.html' title='For Narnia, and for Aslan!'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1imCo9zRqI/AAAAAAAABK0/mOJJFc3-h80/s72-c/omg!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-527314802930376196</id><published>2007-12-05T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:51:02.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me.</title><content type='html'>Addressed to Natasha and Charmaine:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Read the conversation between Sinyee and I, below. No offence my dears! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rachel: http://youtube.com/watch?v=8eQ_IqVzwvI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: GOOGOGOGOGO&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: its so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: *cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinyee: wow omg&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: I WANT TO LEARN PIANO&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: WANT&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: WANT&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: WANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rachel: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: i have a great idea&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: *WHISPERS*&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: AND ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinyee: *Uh huhhh.........?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: you go force charmaine to learn and play whatever song you want to learn&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: and i go do the same to natasha&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: yay.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: then we get to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinyee: HAHHAHAAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: HAHAHHAAHA&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: AHHAHAHAAHA&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: AHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: LOLLL&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: RACHELLLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rachel: HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: GREAT IDEA RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: LETS GO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinyee: HAHHAAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: *ZOOOOOMS TO NATAS HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinyee: THIS IS SO MEAN HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: HAHHA&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: but i'm such a slow learner later charmaine gets pissed off&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: LOL&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: i think we switch teachers&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: i want charmaine.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: you can have nata&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: HMM&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: i got the sheet music for 100 years by five for fighting&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: shall go and force charmaine&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: to write down all the ABCDEFG or the DORAYMEFASO or the 123456 for me&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: then i go learn&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinyee: HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: ♥ jubixislove. #09 RACHEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;i think we switch teachers&lt;br /&gt;♥ jubixislove. #09 RACHEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;i want charmaine.&lt;br /&gt;♥ jubixislove. #09 RACHEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;you can have nata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinyee: LOLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rachel: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinyee: HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: but hor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: i have a bad feeling&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: nata will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinyee: i dont even know the keys&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: D: WHY YOU SO SLOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinyee: nata will be/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: no you see right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinyee: YAH OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: ITS LIKE THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinyee: DONT WANT CHARMAINE'S MINE&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: haiyohhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinyee: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rachel: LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinyee: yay!&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: no la&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: HAHAAAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: NOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: we each take our partners.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: YAY.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: there you go&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: nata's yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinyee: AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: there you go nata's yours&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: LOL RACHEL!!&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: HAAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: I AM SO DESPERATE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Care to choose your students?&lt;br /&gt;*Rachel and Sinyee pops up*&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA I'm still laughing. Oh well. Natasha &amp;amp; Charmaine&lt;3 HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I ♥ the 3 of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even if Sinyee loves forcing me to _________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Even if Charmaine talks too much about ___________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Even if Natasha argues too much with me about __________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha all your msn font colours.&lt;br /&gt;The answers, we 4 will know :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha btw Natasha. I'm going to win you in an argument one day, I swear!! *brandishes knives and all possible arguments*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Love you three.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-527314802930376196?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/527314802930376196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=527314802930376196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/527314802930376196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/527314802930376196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/help-me.html' title='Help me.'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-8653101953692523072</id><published>2007-12-05T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:07:03.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to save a life</title><content type='html'>I'm learning to play How To Save A Life by The Fray on Youtube. There's tutorials that teach you how to play different songs on piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jUGTMPSlMDY"&gt;(I'm learning from here) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;I can't get both hands to play different things at the same time. I stopped piano lessons after K2 yeah. I can't remember going to piano class during primary school anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm green with envy because so many people I know can play beautiful music.&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;I told Natasha about my learning on Youtube and she went to try too. Within less than a minute, "So nice! I know how to play already!" and I sat in my chair and looked at my poor fingers and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad. Sinyee and I are not pianists. Come dear let's be sad. Sigh. I want to learn how to play but my fingers just won't work the way I want them to. I wish they were ambidextrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to play piano well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-8653101953692523072?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/8653101953692523072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=8653101953692523072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/8653101953692523072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/8653101953692523072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-to-save-life.html' title='how to save a life'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-1815689657137193589</id><published>2007-12-04T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:29:11.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not lovin' it.</title><content type='html'>Today Jialing, Yingxin and Clarissa came over to do the dance. Amazingly we accomplished something! We accomplished the whole thinggg :D Now I totally hate Wang Lee Hom and will never listen to any of his songs again. (Sorry to all you fans out there) Wonder how much Mcdonalds paid him to sing a whole song about them. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;I had a headache when I woke up and went back to sleep. :D Yay. Last night I slept at 12.30am because a certain book was too nice. My eyes couldn't close properly so I had to feed them with the book.&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Go read 'The Time Traveller's Wife'.&lt;br /&gt;If it was a movie it probably wouldn't be PG. If not it'd be cut like crazy. Haha. There's f words but not very often. I'm quite astonished/appalled at the fact that they hardly mean anything to me, like I'm not going, "omg bad word! flip page immediately!". Which is probably what I'd do a year ago, ha. Jaded Rachel :( When I read 'A Million Little Pieces' a year ago it was chock full of all the bad words you could ever think of, like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it would be.&lt;br /&gt;So I went and read it.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;It was my sister's book.&lt;br /&gt;Whooopie :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh well but I still &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; people saying the f word though. Sounds like the air around your mouth would shrivel up and die -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going to Tampines tmr with Sinyee and Nata and the guys. Talking of Tampines I went there on Monday too with Amanda and Sophin, to watch Enchanted and allow the deranged former to drooooooool over James Marsden in puffy sleeves and purple tights. Haha the show was pretty good, 7 dollars not wasted. -breaks into song- 'I'VE BEEN DREAMING OF A TRUE LOVE'S KISS...' Oh well. It was good. Therefore you all should go watch it. My sister was terrifically turned on by it. After the movie we sat at the fountain at the fish store and talked about the old days and about 6/2 and Mrs Tan and zhang lao shi and Mrs Hue-Tan and everybody. Sigh. We talked for one hour. ONE HOUR.&lt;br /&gt;Omg haha. Realised that the most of the fun in 6/2 last time was from the boys. If you think about it it's true, all that nonsense about zhang lao shi and yeah. Part of the reason why I didn't want a girls' school was because girls are generally BORINGER and have less crap and less nonsense and more meaness and more jealousy and more pettiness and less funny and have less jokes and don't exactly dare to talk nonsense about teachers in class.&lt;br /&gt;Haha girls can be mean things. Not all of course. But one like that is bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;Mean things indeed.&lt;br /&gt;And we also concluded that as we get older the guys get taller and slimmer and we get shorter and fatter. Haha which is also true. That movie outing they were all crazily tall :O sad. I almost couldn't recognise Eugene because he was uhm towering somewhere in the clouds or something. D:&lt;br /&gt;I miss 6/2.&lt;br /&gt;One last lesson.&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is a 6/2 gathering :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-1815689657137193589?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/1815689657137193589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=1815689657137193589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/1815689657137193589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/1815689657137193589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-not-lovin-it.html' title='I&apos;m not lovin&apos; it.'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-6002207426180794460</id><published>2007-12-02T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:39.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M ANGRY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1KtrI9zRmI/AAAAAAAABKU/HGH1Xtaog_U/s1600-R/sian+lah.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139361081435833954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1KtrI9zRmI/AAAAAAAABKU/xuWTEDrfQbo/s400/sian+lah.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click to enlarge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very angry. I wasn't the one who posted that horrible gross thing on Sinyee's wall. This sucks. I swear it wasn't me. I wasn't even online on that day. I even remember there was Charlie's Angels on that day and I missed it, because I was at Ikea with my parents. Gosh I swear with everything I am it wasn't me. I clicked on 'Rachel Chia' and it really does lead to my real Facebook account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1Ku3I9zRnI/AAAAAAAABKc/CJE11NXrTG4/s1600-R/WL..bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139362387105891954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1Ku3I9zRnI/AAAAAAAABKc/HP1JF776kws/s400/WL..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND CLICK THAT TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on Facebook on the 19th and 17th but there's nothing recorded on the 18th, which is SUPPOSEDLY when I polluted Sinyee's wall, which I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;And dear, I know you know I didn't do it, and I know it too, but I'm very pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour ago I was spouting vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I wasn't the one, and if I wasn't, then who was it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-6002207426180794460?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/6002207426180794460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=6002207426180794460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/6002207426180794460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/6002207426180794460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-angry.html' title='I&apos;M ANGRY.'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R1KtrI9zRmI/AAAAAAAABKU/xuWTEDrfQbo/s72-c/sian+lah.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-7159603458878389032</id><published>2007-11-30T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:39.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twisted controversy</title><content type='html'>I was bored and remembered Natasha telling me once that Teletubbies were satanic because their founder looks exactly like one of them (either TinkyWinky or Po or something). So I googled her picture, and the teletubbies, and they really &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; look alike. For your own reference. I mean no offence Natasha but really they&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;don't.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0-KPkojX5I/AAAAAAAABJs/O3LHcvDRDf4/s1600-R/_601858_wood_150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138477699989462930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0-KPkojX5I/AAAAAAAABJs/2XSh6gi5GJs/s400/_601858_wood_150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0-KP0ojX6I/AAAAAAAABJ0/QPv4phMkYZg/s1600-R/ch803t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138477704284430242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0-KP0ojX6I/AAAAAAAABJ0/-cuccrnMYw8/s400/ch803t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0-KP0ojX7I/AAAAAAAABJ8/h9Gi1yrL21I/s1600-R/ch803w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138477704284430258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0-KP0ojX7I/AAAAAAAABJ8/zGbOmHVBOHg/s400/ch803w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0-KQEojX8I/AAAAAAAABKE/ru5MRkmAwwc/s1600-R/20050819143303_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138477708579397570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0-KQEojX8I/AAAAAAAABKE/UUO75MAVLYs/s400/20050819143303_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0-KQEojX9I/AAAAAAAABKM/em1Asp3jPmI/s1600-R/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138477708579397586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0-KQEojX9I/AAAAAAAABKM/ChIutLGAkYU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I googled 'Are teletubbies satanic' and apparently this political activist called Jerry Falwell attacked the Teletubbies, saying that one of them, Tinky Winky, was a homosexual and thus teaching children to be homosexual/gay. His reasons were that even though Tinky Winky is supposedly male (he speaks with a boy's voice), he's seen carrying a red handbag around.&lt;br /&gt;"He is purple - the gay-pride color," says Falwell in the article, "and his antenna is shaped like a triangle - the gay-pride symbol."&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about whether what Natasha dear told me is true or not, maybe I'm getting myopia nowadays, but 'Tinky Winky-is-gay' just doesn't cut it.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore Falwell's conclusion is that Tinky Winky is homosexual because he speaks with a male voice and carries a red bag (which may or may not be a lady's handbag) and he's teaching children who watch the show that homosexuality is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was very young, I was a huge fan of Teletubbies. Watched it everyday at about 5 or 6 (remember, Hi5 was at 5.30), and one day my parents came back from work muttering to each other about 'Satanic I tell you' and 'Better tell her not watch anymore' and told me to switch it off and never to watch Teletubbies again. So I never watched it again and never understood why.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, watching the Teletubbies go 'EH-OH!' now somehow gives me the creeps, but I'm old, ain't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find any article on the internet that discusses the satanic side of Teletubbies, so I don't know. I guess I'm neutral to whether or not they're satanic, if not for my parents' determination I would say for sure they weren't. Think about it, &lt;strong&gt;IS TINKY WINKY HOMOSEXUAL AND SATANIC? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you'd like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/libertarianrev/news.2-11-99.tubbies.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(read this article addressing the gay issue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found it very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto something else which is, unfortunately, related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, on a bored stuff Sunday, I googled Spongebob Squarepants (aiming for screensavers/wallpapers/episodes) and chanced upon an article declaring that Spongebob is gay (yes, just like Tinky-Winky-with-the-red-handbag is), and that the friendship between him and Patrick is symbolic of homosexuality, and again, that the cartoon is teaching the wrong values to children. He is seen as an icon for gay adult men in the US and is popular with them because he and Patrick are often seen holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;A man named Dr. James Dobson, founder of a conservative Christian group, claimed that Spongebob Squarepants is part of a pro-homosexual video that is to be mailed to thousands of elementary schools, to promote diversity and tolerance. For example, if children ask their teachers about their classmates who are taken care of by grandparents/aunts or uncles/foster parents, the teachers should tell them that everyone's family is different, but they're all based on love, and that they (the children) should learn to see people in an equal light, because everyone's different, but equal.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the video is to promote diversity and tolerance of differences, and it's theme is 'We are Family', but Dr James Dobson thinks that it's pro-homosexual because it promotes &lt;em&gt;sexual differences and sexual identity. &lt;/em&gt;He also stated that cartoons like Jimmy Neutron and Barney were in on the plot (yeah, remember the purple dinosaur in the GAY PRIDE COLOUR).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6852828/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(here's the article, and also the link to the video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, go read it. Watch the video, and think about whether Spongebob Squarepants, Barney and Jimmy Neutron are promoting homosexuality. I like the newscaster and his thinking.&lt;br /&gt;In defence of beloved Spongebob Squarepants, I don't think any gay adult men anywhere in the world would live in a pineapple under the sea, I think they live in flats with other gay men doing gay things.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, Spongebob and Patrick hold hands. Hmm, remember when your primary school teacher asked you to hold hands with a boy/girl/member of the opposite gender? When all the boys and girls would line up and walk together. YES I guess they were future husbands and wives and had sexual or romantic intentions just because they held hands.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I sure wouldn't want that to happen, if not I'd end up with the grossest, mucus-loving husband in history.&lt;br /&gt;Also. Real gay adult men live in places called Street _______ or Road _________, I don't think they have names like Bikini Bottom.&lt;br /&gt;Last of all, gay adult men probably don't have pets, they're too busy working to support themselves or their gay partners. In fact, even if they had pets, I don't think they'd keep a snail for a pet and name it Gary, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sakes.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of mush do you keep up there in the space in your heads that God gave you to put your brain? *taps head* Mine's there you know, where's yours? Do you have too much time on your hands? Yeah maybe when you've only got a few more months to live, then you're going to regret spending so much time attacking children's cartoons and declaring that they're going to change children's sexual preferences. I don't think the children idolize these cartoons nor think about liking a member of the same gender.&lt;br /&gt;I really do think, after 3 years of being a Spongebob fan, that he and Patrick are absolutely not homosexual nor promoting it. Yes, Patrick can be a little mentally challenged at times and Spongebob is a tad too hyper, and oh they hold hands, now you caught on that, didn't you? People who think these cartoons are gay probably got the wrong doctor or the wrong medicine. Screwed up their brains permanantly, make them think that the world is against them.&lt;br /&gt;Children are the best yeah?&lt;br /&gt;They probably want to have a gay partner next time, yes, most certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh what is wrong with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a children's cartoon, made for children to enjoy, to laugh at, to learn from, to grow up with. Jimmy Neutron, Teletubbies, Spongebob Squarepants, Barney. All inhibiting pro-homosexual intentions. My, my. Three-quarter of the world's children must probably entirely gay by now, Heaven help us!&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the supposedly homosexual percentage of children must really include me, you know. Wow. I've got a Spongebob screensaver, I used to watch Spongebob everyday (yes I mean everyday, it was the only show I ever watched) for the past two years, and I have just about 100+ spongebob pictures in my Cdrive.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH HELP ME I MUST BE HOMOSEXUAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not.&lt;br /&gt;Very straight.&lt;br /&gt;I think guys are a good deal more appealing in that way as compared to girls.&lt;br /&gt;VERY APPEALING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from yet another article on the gay video 'We are family'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Note the people who look at hilarious children's cartoons and see only sinister mind control, who look at their fellow human souls and see only an army of debauched heathens, who look (reluctantly) at their own genitals and see only a gnarled clump of pain and confusion, who look up at the beautiful blue sky and see only a massive canopy of daggers. '&lt;br /&gt;-From &lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/gate/archive/2005/01/26/notes012605.DTL"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, people. Do you think your friend Rachel here is homosexual after years of Spongebob, Jimmy Neutron, Barney, Teletubbies and a thousand other children's cartoons?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so, you know.&lt;br /&gt;Guys are very appealing to me. Apparently my sexual preferences haven't been changed after 13 years of brainwashing.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-7159603458878389032?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/7159603458878389032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=7159603458878389032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7159603458878389032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7159603458878389032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/11/twisted-controversy.html' title='twisted controversy'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0-KPkojX5I/AAAAAAAABJs/2XSh6gi5GJs/s72-c/_601858_wood_150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-776174691269947429</id><published>2007-11-29T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:04:11.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>save me from mcdonalds!</title><content type='html'>Oh save me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to choreograph one minute of dance based on Wang Lee Hom's song &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我就喜欢&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;which is the Mcdonalds theme song I'm lovin' it, with Clar and Yingxin, for part of our wyy dance. EASY LOR JUST COPY FROM THE MV LOR.&lt;br /&gt;OMG :(&lt;br /&gt;I wish he never made that horrible song. I've been staring at his horrid face since I woke up until now and trying to copy the dance steps like a fool. In the morning, my maid laughed at me. At night, when my parents came back, my dad laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;OMG :(&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I would dance any type of dance except hiphop or anything like that. EVEN BELLYDANCING, right now &gt;&lt; Hiphop's an absolute joy to watch but I just was not made for it. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SOIOMqTURDM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SOIOMqTURDM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the MV.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, and envision me dancing to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WO JIU XI HUAN WO JIU XI HUAN BADABADABADPPPAABAAPAAABADAAAPPAPAPA! WO JIU XI HUAN! BADA-PADA-DAPA-DA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh blue and pink cows, save me :O&lt;br /&gt;The song's really catchy yes but I can't catch the dance steps.&lt;br /&gt;*BADPADABADDADAADAA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have nightmares about Wang Lee Hom yelling in my ear about how much he xihuan mcdonalds. AH WELL I am never gonna buy from Mcdonalds again.&lt;br /&gt;A little help here?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Hope our wyy stuff goes well anyhow :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thanks Jialing for helping us, if you ever read this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-776174691269947429?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/776174691269947429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=776174691269947429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/776174691269947429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/776174691269947429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/11/save-me-from-mcdonalds.html' title='save me from mcdonalds!'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-4895371161469108354</id><published>2007-11-28T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:40.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>headaches are killing me.</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to do except go online.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;My condo has like so many facilities but what good are they with no friends to use them with?&lt;br /&gt;I've been online for almost the whole day and it's killing me yet I have nothing else to do. Why do my holidays always turn out like this? It's going in a vicious cycle, you're in school and you wish for holidays so bad. During the holidays you wish for school equally badly.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I need human company. Technology gave me a thorough vicious headache today and I had to go sleep for awhile to shake it off. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a part of the quiz from &lt;a href="http://movethecars.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MINGWEI'S BLOG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See I'm so nice I always put hyperlinks for you people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;According to the rules of the theme, people who are tagged must write 7 weird things about themselves and then choose 7 people to tag. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'You are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate guys to wear skinny jeans. I think that's gay.&lt;br /&gt;2. I wear teddy bear/hello kitty/sheep/blue silk pyjamas.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can get high and happy very easily.&lt;br /&gt;4. I think trying to write and complete essays in a rush is stupid unless you can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;5. My alarm ringtone is Five Minutes to Midnight by Boys Like Girls.&lt;br /&gt;6. I wrote the 4 rules of expansion and factorisation on a piece of paper and pasted it on my wall like a neurotic study freak.&lt;br /&gt;7. I think writing letters is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;And to the special 7. You don't exist. Yay. So whoever wants to do it can do it.&lt;br /&gt;Haha they're not really weird. They're just me. Y'know today I got myself locked in my house toilet and cut my finger trying to get out. I tell you that door is seriously evil. Even my father got stuck inside once. I laughed at him :D Then I get stuck next, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I promised I would talk about this.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, the person who used Clarissa's name on my tagboard. WHO ARE YOU. Who are you to insult my friend like that. Sinyee's a great girl and mind you, that's &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; tagboard you just tagged on, so yeah, I don't mind whatever she does and I would love it if she floods it. Gosh, so if the tagboard's owner doesn't mind, who are you to mind?&lt;br /&gt;And on Natasha's too. Btw, if you really couldn't control that vulgaric soul of yours and had to let it out on &lt;em&gt;someone's&lt;/em&gt; tagboard, do leave your true name. Now that's what I call brave, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;敢做敢承认&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard of that, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, getting this clear. Sinyee is welcome to do whatever she likes here and you aren't. Talk somemore I ban you. I mean that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. Let it end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Sinyee dear, don't give a hoot about that guy/girl alright. Just out to make you mad. Chill :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMM I SHALL START TO WRITE LETTERS.&lt;br /&gt;Who wants me to write to you just give me your address k during the holidays I'm really bored. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;YAY, give me your address!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R01w10ojX1I/AAAAAAAABJQ/rKaviaKRAhM/s1600-h/DSC01244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137886819863715666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R01w10ojX1I/AAAAAAAABJQ/rKaviaKRAhM/s400/DSC01244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something Natasha did for me quite a long time ago. Kept saying I'd post it but kept forgetting. Thanks alot dear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R01w2kojX2I/AAAAAAAABJY/TN8f24F_BM8/s1600-h/baby+love+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137886832748617570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R01w2kojX2I/AAAAAAAABJY/TN8f24F_BM8/s400/baby+love+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I DID THIS! The picture of the guy and the girl's from some magazine. Personally scanned by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;For Sinyee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, to cheer her up, and to feed her obssession with Baby Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw Nicole Scherzinger can totally like hot it up in a polar bear's house in the Antarctic :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R01w7kojX3I/AAAAAAAABJg/d6Qu-OvMT0Q/s1600-h/Yellow+ribbon+by+Zela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137886918647963506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="263" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R01w7kojX3I/AAAAAAAABJg/d6Qu-OvMT0Q/s400/Yellow+ribbon+by+Zela.jpg" width="402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sing a song of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;redemption and love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY.&lt;br /&gt;RE-ADD ME ON MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RACHELCHIA_@HOTMAIL.COM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RACHELCHIA_@HOTMAIL.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-4895371161469108354?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/4895371161469108354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=4895371161469108354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/4895371161469108354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/4895371161469108354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/11/headaches-are-killing-me.html' title='headaches are killing me.'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R01w10ojX1I/AAAAAAAABJQ/rKaviaKRAhM/s72-c/DSC01244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-7143610624178166883</id><published>2007-11-28T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:44:49.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag replies :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Karen&lt;/b&gt;: Haha yeah, I love magnette's skins :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Richie&lt;/b&gt;: It's a list of student councillors, my friend's one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dora&lt;/b&gt;: Hahahaha yes you like so happy over that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lyon&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah :( Miss you too. Now wudao practices so few also :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;clar&lt;/b&gt;: HAHAHA omg you're pro. And Zina also very pro. I think that's a cute idea what. We're meeting tomorrow, 11am at changi airport mrt. And we're dead because the dance is nonexistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pearl&lt;/b&gt;: Eh what you look very cute what haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinyee&lt;/b&gt;: Hahaha yes dear Baby Love is the craze yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Natasha&lt;/b&gt;: You should have joined in! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Limin&lt;/b&gt;: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheryl&lt;/b&gt;: HAHAHAHAHA yes you very very slow :D Yah I want wudao too :( Oh you see lah Clarissa scold you already. HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clar&lt;/b&gt;: Hahaha I where got so bad oneeeeee... :D Evil girl. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinyee&lt;/b&gt;: HAHAHA yah lah post already lah k. No. There's people cuter than Cookie. And since when did I say that wasn't true ah dear. :D But yes Cookie is love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jiayan&lt;/b&gt;: Ahaha dear laopo you very adorable. I took it because Yiren's gender changed and totally proved what we were all trying to tell him in the first place :D Hahaa but I knew your name was on it dear, another special thing about the photo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mingwei&lt;/b&gt;: HELLO! AND THANK YOUU FOR THE EBUDDY THING IT SAVED MY LIFE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinyee&lt;/b&gt;: *snores* you say you fat one more time I call Nata and we shall brainwash you that you aren't. Be scared! You aren't fat lah please. Gaah. Btw no you don't look stupid. You look like Cookie's owner :D Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah okay done. My fingers are pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's stop obssessing about weight, shall we? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-7143610624178166883?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/7143610624178166883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=7143610624178166883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7143610624178166883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/7143610624178166883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/11/tag-replies.html' title='tag replies :)'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-2556109560299424367</id><published>2007-11-27T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:41.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUH OMG.</title><content type='html'>Erm omg.&lt;br /&gt;The Blogger post box turned blue. Is it my computer. Or what. Gah my internet is failing and dying and blah. I don't know why. It says connection to Internet is excellent and it can suddenly just knockoff like that. It's so irritating, I think my dear computer is getting advanced in years.&lt;br /&gt;Must sayang once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Shall post about yesterday and today (since Sinyee keep on nagging me like some granny.)&lt;br /&gt;Btw, &lt;a href="http://messengersays.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!5B410F7FD930829E!27545.entry/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;click here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANY GOOD THING.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school with Sinyee to run, originally 6rounds, but in the end 2 rounds. I'm really not proud of that fact that I gave up. No one can stop you except yourself, I stopped myself. GAH. Shall not give up next time. Anyway we ran haha and went to the corridor above the EDS room to look at drama practice and Natasha! Talked alot with Sinyee, it was good. Sinyee's life is like so much more interesting than mine. So many more ups and downs, and mine was always there in the middle knee-deep in books.&lt;br /&gt;Gah I was a nerd believe me.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we talked alot then Natasha's EDS finished. Went to meet her in the EDS dance room &amp;amp; we argued about who's fattest. And of course nobody won because *listen up you two* &lt;u&gt;we are all not fat&lt;/u&gt; k? Yay that'll put an end to arguing. Especially you, MISS CHENG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah okay. Hmm then we went to 7-11 to have lunch, instant noodles. I know it's not healthy lah but nevermind, we're all addicts. Once in a while okay one lor. &amp;amp; Nata and I coerced Sinyee into eating.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm then we dashed to the mrt under the rain. At the bus stop outside my condo, we dashed from one end of the condo to the other. There are 7 blocks in the whole condo, and we dashed from the end to the start. Oh very good. Drenched through. Three wet chickens yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we looked at people's friendster then went down to playground. Talked the whole day away. Yes, truly girls. Reminds me of my mother, who could meet up with her 3 friends and talk the whole day nonstop. Then my father would be like -.- talk so much dunno what they talk about.&lt;br /&gt;HAH SINYEE SEE WHO DIE FIRST!&lt;br /&gt;:X&lt;br /&gt;Talked about lots of stuff. Girlyyyyyy stuff. Lala. :D&lt;br /&gt;OH and I forgot we became monkeys and climbed all over the playground and dirtied ourselves hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: EEEE! Got red ant!!!! *scrambles up and runs away*&lt;br /&gt;Natasha and Rachel: O.O&lt;br /&gt;Natasha and Rachel: EEEEEEE! OMG GOT RED ANT RED ANT! ANTS! Gogogo quick! EEW!&lt;br /&gt;Sinyee: -.-&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;I personally remember yelling and pulling at Natasha to hurry up run away because I was the last one and scared nuts of the ants haha.&lt;br /&gt;Mmm then we had icecream and chips. There ended the dieting spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Natasha overslept because of the usual symptoms of her not answering last night's sms, her not answering calls, her not answering today's sms, and her not smsing/calling me at the time we were supposed to meet. But her mum didn't allow her to come, so sorry I maligned you ah dear.&lt;br /&gt;So met Junyi and Wenting at pasir ris mrt and they were ALL late. I wonder what Natasha did to them.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we took bus to Sinyee's house and hung around at the floor below hers. Because. :(&lt;br /&gt;We even rang the wrong unit's doorbell. So joker can. Haha. Yes anyway. We went in and played with Cookie I tell you in my heart he ranks just below Tyler and hello Tyler is a human being and he's not k so that is really very high O.O&lt;br /&gt;But of course there are people above Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES DO THE TALKING BEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0wkWEojXwI/AAAAAAAABIo/cEk-DgoLMiQ/s1600-h/Photo%27001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137521236542447362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0wkWEojXwI/AAAAAAAABIo/cEk-DgoLMiQ/s400/Photo%27001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0wkYUojXxI/AAAAAAAABIw/7DLcASneqPI/s1600-h/Photo%27016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137521275197153042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0wkYUojXxI/AAAAAAAABIw/7DLcASneqPI/s400/Photo%27016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0wkZ0ojXyI/AAAAAAAABI4/TJr2oJGhhO4/s1600-h/Photo%27020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137521300966956834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0wkZ0ojXyI/AAAAAAAABI4/TJr2oJGhhO4/s400/Photo%27020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0wkakojXzI/AAAAAAAABJA/wo_TY6xtEPQ/s1600-h/Photo%27004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137521313851858738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0wkakojXzI/AAAAAAAABJA/wo_TY6xtEPQ/s400/Photo%27004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0wkdEojX0I/AAAAAAAABJI/ZPfOGwebVBE/s1600-h/Photo%27015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137521356801531714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0wkdEojX0I/AAAAAAAABJI/ZPfOGwebVBE/s400/Photo%27015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay my internet is failing now I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it keeps on bailing out on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sinyee :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make you get into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://doyourthinghoney.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SINYEE'S BLOG; DOYOURTHINGHONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for pictures,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha,&lt;br /&gt;You made me quite happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-2556109560299424367?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/2556109560299424367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=2556109560299424367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/2556109560299424367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/2556109560299424367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/11/huh-omg.html' title='HUH OMG.'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0wkWEojXwI/AAAAAAAABIo/cEk-DgoLMiQ/s72-c/Photo%27001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-5178730518634231131</id><published>2007-11-23T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:42.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clarity at last</title><content type='html'>Today was not a bad day :D Jamie and Natasha came over! :D Hah and we went to the swimming pool and saw the seriously cute girl again. Her name's Tyler! And her mother almost wanted to buy us a pao. Omg so nice can. And the girl was so sweet it breaks my heart because I can't go and live with her o.o&lt;br /&gt;Gah I swear Jamie, Natasha and I would be three devoted nannies and hug her and kiss her all day long. Okay I really must stop that raving. And after playing with Tyler, Jamie had to go home :( BLEH. No more of all that Jamie-ness and wit and aww. :( Happy holidays girl! Have fun and when you come back drag your luggage to my house and we can go checkout Tyler again! YAY :D Btw we can swim yay.&lt;br /&gt;Sent Jamie to the bus stop &amp;amp; Nata and I came back &amp;amp; headed to the playground 'cause Tyler had gone home.&lt;br /&gt;*Motherhood instincts slake*&lt;br /&gt;Sat on the seesaw for about an hour. During which I screamed. And bounced the seesaw up and down until I split Natasha's poor painful butt into half. Hah both of us ended up covered in sand. (yes covered, COVERED). I shall have to wash the sand out of my hair tonight. Anyway, Natasha. Thank you really so much for bearing with my screams and fits and major butt-splitting techniques. I feel a whole load off my chest I can't find another person who'll sit on the seesaw with me for an hour and erm. get tortured.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;I feel much better and everything's clearer now at least I've stopped worrying so much. Darling, thank you so much. Yeah can't thank you enough but maybe I'll treat you 10 times of chipster and wobbly hiphop green icecream? :D I feel alot better, thanks a million! When your turn comes (oh how I await that dayyyyy) I will be more than willing to hear you scream and whoop and shriek and have my butt splitted into half :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw the highest for psle 2007 is&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;294&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right &lt;/span&gt;omg crazy lah. Pure genius. And Kong Hwa's in the newspapers, go check Home P8! :D YAY! 294 is crazzzzzyyy jaaazzzzzzyy genius. When Jianming told me on msn I was like omg *drops off chair*. The girl's name is Natasha, apparently. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind I like our not-so-smart but many-times-more-lovable Natasha more! :D&lt;br /&gt;Btw, mingwei, we really must go to the zooooooo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0a4o0ojXtI/AAAAAAAABIQ/AWrxZ8PvxAk/s1600-h/Photo%27001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135995436525641426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0a4o0ojXtI/AAAAAAAABIQ/AWrxZ8PvxAk/s400/Photo%27001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLL funnnyyyyy. Yiren checkitout! :D Not we say one k.&lt;br /&gt;It was on the SC board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0a4pUojXuI/AAAAAAAABIY/gIQ_eEyOIW8/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135995445115576034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0a4pUojXuI/AAAAAAAABIY/gIQ_eEyOIW8/s400/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Dragon Kiln thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Alright I can't remember for the life of me why I was erm. pointing at him.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0a5rkojXvI/AAAAAAAABIg/ItcdVfQrl6k/s1600-h/natasha%27s+bdae+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135996583281909490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0a5rkojXvI/AAAAAAAABIg/ItcdVfQrl6k/s400/natasha%27s+bdae+(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a million, Nata. And I swear I will beat you in studying chengyu okay!&lt;br /&gt;I am going to finish until 150 and make you jealous tomorrow oleholeholeh.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-5178730518634231131?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/5178730518634231131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=5178730518634231131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/5178730518634231131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/5178730518634231131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/11/clarity-at-last.html' title='clarity at last'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0a4o0ojXtI/AAAAAAAABIQ/AWrxZ8PvxAk/s72-c/Photo%27001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-2088996892942915023</id><published>2007-11-22T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T09:08:58.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>Tired of clicking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37846061-2088996892942915023?l=the-pirateparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/feeds/2088996892942915023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37846061&amp;postID=2088996892942915023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/2088996892942915023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37846061/posts/default/2088996892942915023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-pirateparade.blogspot.com/2007/11/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Rachel :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37846061.post-5490795010510012494</id><published>2007-11-21T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:45.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCROLL DOWN, edited :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick sick sick I sound like a raspy old woman/man hurh. But I finished studying until chengyu 105! Hah Natasha I beat you lalala. :/ My dad is a genius. He fixed our internet within a phone call. GENIUS I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Natasha is coming over today! Sorry guys I couldn't go escape 'cause you know why anyway. Besides you don't want my cough, do you? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0ORx0ojXRI/AAAAAAAABEw/iEluz-S-TBs/s1600-h/nadjasaidakova-martinbuczko06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135108285260848402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0ORx0ojXRI/AAAAAAAABEw/iEluz-S-TBs/s400/nadjasaidakova-martinbuczko06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0ORyEojXSI/AAAAAAAABE4/lrkaV4pIpDo/s1600-h/Saidakova_Malakhov_II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135108289555815714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0ORyEojXSI/AAAAAAAABE4/lrkaV4pIpDo/s400/Saidakova_Malakhov_II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0ORyUojXTI/AAAAAAAABFA/oG4mcIC-XeU/s1600-h/neu-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135108293850783026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0ORyUojXTI/AAAAAAAABFA/oG4mcIC-XeU/s400/neu-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they're the same partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA JUST WENT HOME AND WE HAD THE LOVELIEST DAY EVER! I SHALL NOW POST ABOUT IT YAYYY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K as usual Nata the PIIIIGGGG was late again. And I stormed home miffed and gave everybody on the bus this really bushuang face o.O Anyway had to wait until the dear girl WOKE UP (yeah she overslept by an hour. Not much of a surprise is it.) and had her lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we went on the computer &amp;amp; went around crapping on people's blogs until like 3+. YAY AND SO THE FUN BEGINS, we went downstairs :D&lt;br /&gt;Ran around my huge condo (I got lost in it before yes) and explored! Discovered a supermarket, cafe, hair salon, pedicure/manicure place, food court. Like omg I totally love this new place hah.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the playgrounddd!&lt;br /&gt;We sat on that up &amp;amp; down thingy omg I just realised it's called a seesaw. Anyway we screamed so hard all the small kids looked at us &amp;amp; so did their mothers. I screamed so hard my cough developed into a sore throat oh well done me. &amp;amp; after that we climbed all over the playground hah and I got some unglam pictures of NATASHA! :D Haha actually I won't post the unglam ones dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0Qk80ojXVI/AAAAAAAABFM/qbLJjnkJ5SY/s1600-h/Photo%27002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135270102448692562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0Qk80ojXVI/AAAAAAAABFM/qbLJjnkJ5SY/s400/Photo%27002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D omg look at her so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0Qk9EojXWI/AAAAAAAABFU/O-O2LlfqND0/s1600-h/Photo%27003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135270106743659874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0Qk9EojXWI/AAAAAAAABFU/O-O2LlfqND0/s400/Photo%27003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See, Nata, that just shows that you ain't fat neither are your thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0Qk9EojXXI/AAAAAAAABFc/6oFUtkpZGPA/s1600-h/Photo%27004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135270106743659890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0Qk9EojXXI/AAAAAAAABFc/6oFUtkpZGPA/s400/Photo%27004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha in the middle of one of our climbing escapades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0Qk9UojXYI/AAAAAAAABFk/oqJgEVjS7XA/s1600-h/Photo%27004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0Qk9kojXZI/AAAAAAAABFs/Os5Gadjn3SQ/s1600-h/Photo%27006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135270115333594514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0Qk9kojXZI/AAAAAAAABFs/Os5Gadjn3SQ/s400/Photo%27006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bird's eye view of a part of the condo from somewhere over the monkey bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after being tired of climbing we went to make some little friends who were playing tooooo. I think they were like what 4 or 5 years old. Some of them were still going eewygahey or things like that. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0Qlh0ojXaI/AAAAAAAABF0/grXX5F4U7fk/s1600-h/Photo%27010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135270738103852450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0Qlh0ojXaI/AAAAAAAABF0/grXX5F4U7fk/s400/Photo%27010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0Qlh0ojXbI/AAAAAAAABF8/AwtgZYFVhtQ/s1600-h/Photo%27011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135270738103852466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0Qlh0ojXbI/AAAAAAAABF8/AwtgZYFVhtQ/s400/Photo%27011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we both set eyes upon the love of our life and scrambled to her o.O It was the loveliest Caucasian kid I ever saw. She was all rosy and soft and in this adorable matching green suit thing and running around dumpily (?) and stumping around and smiling at us.&lt;br /&gt;When we kneeled to her height she just ran over and hugged us. Yes she practically ooooooeeyy &amp;amp; stumped over and awwwww hugged us. One at a time. Omg can experience of a lifetime. She can't talk just yet, I think she was baby talking.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine a hot soft chubby child hugging you when she doesn't even know you. Omg innocence in its purest form.&lt;br /&gt;Innocence.&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was so amazing. Can you imagine people coming to hug you just like that. A child. She smelt like baby's breath even after rolling around in sand and falling on her butt in wet puddles on the slides. I think it's simply therapeutic. C'mon counselling agencies gonna have to close down if everyone found out the secret of going to a kiddy playground when they're depressed.&lt;br /&gt;A hug like that can seriously, make your day.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that I was sick. I forgot that I have to go for wyy meeting tomorrow with people I never saw before. I forgot everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I really must stop fantasizing about her. Anyway pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0QnmkojXnI/AAAAAAAABHc/NSwVdwknCcw/s1600-h/Photo%27024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135273018731486834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0QnmkojXnI/AAAAAAAABHc/NSwVdwknCcw/s400/Photo%27024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0Qnm0ojXoI/AAAAAAAABHk/WSPsenHUxac/s1600-h/Photo%27021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135273023026454146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0Qnm0ojXoI/AAAAAAAABHk/WSPsenHUxac/s400/Photo%27021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0Qnm0ojXpI/AAAAAAAABHs/UyLaE2Br1rU/s1600-h/Photo%27022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135273023026454162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0Qnm0ojXpI/AAAAAAAABHs/UyLaE2Br1rU/s400/Photo%27022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBeMpcqgV1M/R0QnnEojXqI/AAAAAAAABH0/_ya7cnAnhKg/s1600-h/Photo%27023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135273027321421474" style="FLOAT: left; MA
