<?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-26713669</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:56:56.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUESHED</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>514</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-6387586773816036658</id><published>2010-01-23T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:27:21.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TSK</title><content type='html'>ELENA YOU KNOW TOO MANY SECRETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know too many faults.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-6387586773816036658?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6387586773816036658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=6387586773816036658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6387586773816036658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6387586773816036658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/tsk.html' title='TSK'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-2908715821430639448</id><published>2010-01-10T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T01:11:15.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Liberdade, of Japantown.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/S0iyu5JxQAI/AAAAAAAABeE/7UUKlnWbY_w/s1600-h/tumblr_kr016mqU7m1qzjguko1_400_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/S0iyu5JxQAI/AAAAAAAABeE/7UUKlnWbY_w/s400/tumblr_kr016mqU7m1qzjguko1_400_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424782269853286402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All my life, I always wanted to be somebody. Now I see that I should have been more specific."&lt;br /&gt;- Jane Wagner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I learnt, that in a superficial world like that, leaving impressions do nothing. It's really those you love and more importantly, those that love you that really matter. All the others are just junk off the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much expected, Open House was a major bore and the only entertainment was simple, to walk around the school with people I haven't seen since the stone age, and to occupy ourselves with what better game to play than Monkey. Though of course, the uncontrolled scenes of us Touch girls leaning inches from strangers' butts to fight for the rugby ball was classic, and the runs where we sprawled flat out in front of triply shocked guys (if every guy's dream is for a girl to fall for him, right in front of him) and mindless struggles while diving under and in Elain's case, over tables, to hold possession of what seemed important then. It was fun. :) Plus, Jolene almost sent the overhead canteen fan crashing, which ended with a stunned moment and a flushed face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at big old gimme-a-tummyache Simpang with Ayesha, R and Krystel, though Ayesha took a stroll to Nepal before joining us. Hahahaha, no not literally. She just practically sat down in every empty corridor she found with any person that passed her she thought was worthy of a soulful chat, so permission granted to say "BYE" to her friend from R led to another year of conversations while we paced the front gate, greedy with hunger. No complaints in meeting Ayesha though, it's been a long while! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find myself being mean to everyone-knows-who, but the bitchy primary school past is catching up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Monday's a half day!!! Which calls for a celebration but oh no, I'm gonna occupy myself with undone holiday projects! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;R: (something to the lines of...) This year no time look at handsome guys, only got time to look at boobs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, one reason why reading messages make me smile to myself in public, another twenty reasons why first impressions shouldn't count. :) She meant &lt;i&gt;books&lt;/i&gt; by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-2908715821430639448?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2908715821430639448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=2908715821430639448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/2908715821430639448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/2908715821430639448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-liberdade-of-japantown.html' title='Of Liberdade, of Japantown.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/S0iyu5JxQAI/AAAAAAAABeE/7UUKlnWbY_w/s72-c/tumblr_kr016mqU7m1qzjguko1_400_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-551571289415646920</id><published>2010-01-09T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:28:31.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye lady.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;All About Farts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fart can be quiet,&lt;br /&gt;A fart can be loud,&lt;br /&gt;Some leave a powerful,&lt;br /&gt;Poisonous cloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fart can be short,&lt;br /&gt;Or a fart can be long,&lt;br /&gt;Some farts have been known&lt;br /&gt;To sound like a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fart can create&lt;br /&gt;A most curious medley,&lt;br /&gt;A fart can be harmless,&lt;br /&gt;Or silent but deadly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fart might not smell,&lt;br /&gt;While others are vile,&lt;br /&gt;A fart may pass quickly,&lt;br /&gt;Or linger a while......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fart can occur&lt;br /&gt;In a number of places,&lt;br /&gt;And leave everyone there,&lt;br /&gt;With strange looks on their faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From wide-open prairie,&lt;br /&gt;To small elevators,&lt;br /&gt;A fart will find all of&lt;br /&gt;Us sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That farts are all bad,&lt;br /&gt;Is simply not true&lt;br /&gt;We must not forget&lt;br /&gt;Sweet old farts like you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let's live a fart-all-you-want lifestyle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-551571289415646920?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/551571289415646920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=551571289415646920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/551571289415646920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/551571289415646920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-farts.html' title='Bye lady.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-6449920395487082902</id><published>2010-01-08T22:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:34:14.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet dreams, shawty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/S0dH1uFQr9I/AAAAAAAABd8/ekqTB8TIGo4/s1600-h/words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424383264419786706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/S0dH1uFQr9I/AAAAAAAABd8/ekqTB8TIGo4/s400/words.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It is already tomorrow in Australia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Charles Schulz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just checked out my new timetable and boy, it was cool. :) Now Mondays are my relatively free days, cause I end at a time I never imagined I would ever, but those couple of periods got snapped up by big ol' evil Friday. And tie days are now on Monday. I'm thinking, I'll forget my tie alot more often this year. And get the DM's autograph on it again, yayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's past midnight but my brain cells have comfortably adapted to staying up late. So come the Fireflies song lyrics, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I'm too tired to fall asleep". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the past two days were prettay fun to me but I guess the mention of fun just drags everything related to the words "guilt" and "homework" down. I am slightly past the 15% mark of completed assignments... whoopeedoo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's TJ's Open House! Actually today. Well, not like anyone I know is gonna turn up anyway. After all, the 2008 batch of SAC made the mark last year, with 6 of us joining TJ and that's record high but alongside the Cedarians and TK peeps and CCHMS wonders, sure, we shine. :) I'm gonna have to expose ugly to the world when everyone sees my new look. :( First impressions don't last though, it's always the second that counts. Or the third. Or fourth or fifth or... just don't look at me again and I'm sure we'll make good friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these hols have been strangely meaningful to me. It's been the longest hols I've had in my 11 years of schooling since P1 and I'm not sure how much of it got wasted away but I had a fruitful vacation with my mum and sis, learnt lessons of responsibility, made good friends through sweeping jobs, discovered so much more meaning to friendships (destroyed some, salvaged some), learnt about my mum's secret but 'OMG-SO-COOL' past and well, if everyone's writing end-of-year messages, end-of-hols ones won't do no harm too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too much to say, to pen, to sing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-6449920395487082902?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6449920395487082902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=6449920395487082902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6449920395487082902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6449920395487082902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-worry-about-world-coming-to-end.html' title='Sweet dreams, shawty.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/S0dH1uFQr9I/AAAAAAAABd8/ekqTB8TIGo4/s72-c/words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-4030802888341674741</id><published>2010-01-06T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:20:59.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COLD HOT AIR BALLOON.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/S0SL1O63HdI/AAAAAAAABd0/N54PrbwD3as/s1600-h/tumblr_ktvadzYGF91qasktyo1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/S0SL1O63HdI/AAAAAAAABd0/N54PrbwD3as/s400/tumblr_ktvadzYGF91qasktyo1_500_large.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423613597915225554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"I lit a match, then let it catch&lt;br /&gt;To light up the room&lt;br /&gt;And then you yelled as we beheld&lt;br /&gt;An old maroon hot air balloon"&lt;br /&gt;- Owl City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never have discovered the wonder of hot air balloons if not for the song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot Air Balloon&lt;/span&gt;. Funny how some kinds of music put your thought track on a funny spin. Like how a singer just takes the most basic of all daily items - like the umbrella - and put a tune to it to make it hit song of the year. I wanna sing about a bus stop, but someone's already beaten me to it. Maybe the computer. But there's already &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Heart You Online&lt;/span&gt; (which is awesome!) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Facebook Song&lt;/span&gt;. There's even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Campfire Song Song&lt;/span&gt;. This is so unfair. Oh I got an idea. Clothes hanger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never accomplished sooo much on a study-day-out before, not like I did today. I think I found a good study spot! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next few precious days, my stress level is gonna shoot way up high. For the very reason of not attempting to complete my homework way before deadline. Yknow, discipline's just hard to do. Besides, I don't want school to start because everyone's gonna pitch in their view on my new hairdo for sure. And no, I wasn't trying to give me a makeover, but the hairdresser had ideas of her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch The Boy in the Striped Pajamas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-4030802888341674741?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4030802888341674741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=4030802888341674741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4030802888341674741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4030802888341674741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-lit-match-then-let-it-catch-to-light.html' title='COLD HOT AIR BALLOON.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/S0SL1O63HdI/AAAAAAAABd0/N54PrbwD3as/s72-c/tumblr_ktvadzYGF91qasktyo1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-4942459518391731388</id><published>2010-01-03T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:54:49.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/S0CubkhFzMI/AAAAAAAABds/vSgLFWhSI8k/s1600-h/aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422525740036246722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/S0CubkhFzMI/AAAAAAAABds/vSgLFWhSI8k/s400/aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;"I like work. It fascinates me. I sit and look at it for hours."&lt;br /&gt;- (Fit name here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing gives me more joy than sleeping. The only bad thing that comes outta dreaming is that you wake up and realise the hot guy in your car in the scene isn't actually your friend. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met R yesterday to accomplish greater things but turned up only about 20 MCQs done for Chemistry... Hate myself!!! :( But it's the longest day everrr I spent in EP because Loopy came to visit so we explored every single level of the boring mall I've been to all my life and later my family came to aid in picking me new specs frames, while I sought helpless opinion from R (who said no specs make any difference because it's the same face) and spent the longest time choosing a dinnerplace. Eatzi food was quite good tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe it. My 8 weeks of holiday, vanishing like an old pie. I want more! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Hey dearie, this is the toughest time I've seen you go through ever and when you cry, it makes me feel like crying too! :( You don't deserve any of this, you know that, but all it takes is a strong heart and everything will turn for the better... soon I hope. For the time being, just stay strong and I'm here for ya! Have fun in school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-4942459518391731388?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4942459518391731388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=4942459518391731388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4942459518391731388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4942459518391731388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-like-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/S0CubkhFzMI/AAAAAAAABds/vSgLFWhSI8k/s72-c/aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-7882565775124949241</id><published>2010-01-01T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T04:02:43.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I started off 2010 just right. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Szz3Kwh6nqI/AAAAAAAABdk/9e6t1ZAyO1U/s1600-h/DSC09994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421479815645142690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Szz3Kwh6nqI/AAAAAAAABdk/9e6t1ZAyO1U/s400/DSC09994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"May all your troubles last as long as your New Year's resolutions."&lt;br /&gt;- Joey Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009's gone, gone, gone, gone! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm just trying to pretend that this doesn't remind me school's coming yet again and I've left all my assignments untouched. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in completely NO MOOD to party at all and I read a horoscope prediction in the morning which told me I wouldn't feel energetic or comfortable at any parties I have at night, which deserved a WHAT-THE-HELL for saying that on New Year's Eve right? So I totally knocked out on bed at 630 in the evening (till LC texted to say the food has reached... which got me up in a sec) and got to Nicole's late but not as late as the latest. It was pretty quiet at first, just us and pizza. We spent the first couple of hours flicking through boring TV channels and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMWHORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too damn lazy to bother uploading all the pictures we took because my Facebook tells me there are a 112 of them. (The rest are with Elain and Nicole) I HATE MY CAMERA FOR DOING WHAT IT DID TO ME! It got all blurry and I didn't get nice pictures. But still, it was one of the weirdest, most strangely fun camwhoring sessions I've ever been a part of. Imagine this, everyone's sitting on the couch and when Miss Camerawoman moves away from the couch, everybody's off it and in front of the lens in no time. I couldn't help noticing that. :) It was like 2 hours of pictures or so? And they suggested me spinning around to make my dress fly a lil up and circle me; I didn't have space in the living room so I said I'll do it on the Twister mat, which was SUCH A BAD IDEA because it crumpled at my feet and made me trip. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played TWISTER!!! OMG, getting trapped under each other's legs in really awkward AND disgusting positions (especially when Gen and Elain got tangled up in each other in a yucky way - go check FB!!!) and getting soooooo sticky with sweat that everyone would pull outta the game at the same time. :) OH I HURT MY BUTT PLAYING! I figure I overstretched and it hurt to walk for the next half hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed so damn fast watching those lousy countdown shows on both Ch5 and 8. Some Beyonce wannabe (but epic fail) started singing Single Ladies so we flipped to Ch8 and saw toots dancing with candy canes and flowery costumes. HAHAHA. Then back to Ch5 where it got irritating to watch some weirdly clothed Taiwan band attempting to sing English songs so we sought help from Ch8, only to find actors dressed up like they live in the 70s or something and dancing to old Chinese songs. Damnnn. We laughed at every single person that came on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when Sezairi came out, everyone broke into debate over who should've won Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Elena: I think the girl's really good. But she shouldn't win. &lt;em&gt;(Sylvia comes out next to Sezairi)&lt;/em&gt; WHO'S THAT???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Countdown was AWESOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! If I was hardworking enough to google all other languages it could be said in, I would but... lazy bones. :) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEST COUNTDOWN I'VE EVER HAD IN MY 17 YEARS OF EXISTENCE! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We counted down faster than the TV but we couldn't really hear over the noise we were making in the balcony. We pulled alot of those mini poppers and screamed and cheered, then went to the window and screamed HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! to anyone that could hear us out there. :D The fireworks were the absolute best, it was really far away and just peeking over the roof of a distant building but still glittery and shiny and sparkly and everything bright. And there were some really high ones so we could see them clearly. At the end of it they lit up the entire sky, I saw the blackness go green, it was awesomeeeee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank alot of... &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sparkling juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; red wine. :) Hahahahaha. Oh yeah, did ANYONE notice the cheena music they were playing during the fireworks? LC must have gone high on Bacardi that she started twirling around like in an ancient Chinese film. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I had to go while everyone else stayed over. :( But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD THE BEST CELEBRATION IN MY WHOLE LIFE! :) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thank no one other than my lovely Touch Rug girls, they make me happy when I least expect anybody to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2010's gonna be the fireworks man. :) Lovelove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-7882565775124949241?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7882565775124949241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=7882565775124949241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/7882565775124949241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/7882565775124949241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-started-off-2010-just-right.html' title='I started off 2010 just right. :)'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Szz3Kwh6nqI/AAAAAAAABdk/9e6t1ZAyO1U/s72-c/DSC09994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-34630422342365108</id><published>2009-12-31T08:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:40:24.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatcha say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SzswvJJOD2I/AAAAAAAABdU/E0IWzEs-Fmo/s1600-h/aa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SzswvJJOD2I/AAAAAAAABdU/E0IWzEs-Fmo/s400/aa.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420980162937098082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces."&lt;br /&gt;- Bridget Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta admit, watching blue giants run around with rectangular noses and minimal clothes gets somewhat awkward but after a while, you start to enjoy it. So in other words, I like ogling. :) No seriously, 2 days ago, I heard the word "Avatar" just about a million times or as some put it, "Ar-var-tar". And then Tan Leechuang had to go sushi her hands with the leftover blue paint for the banner and tell us she's an avatar. Hahaha. So Joy and Lizzie invited me to watch it with them... in 3D. With their friend Kenneth. My first 3D movie... and probably my last. Always heard 3D was just a way to waste the notes and well yeah, besides the leaves in the forest scenes ruffling out of the screen, that was about it. But the movie was surprisingly not disappointing. So good job, James Cameron! I mean after all, HELLOOOO! BIG TITANIC FAN HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R goes "I bet you like it more cause the people are&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; blue&lt;/span&gt;.". :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears slid out from my eyes about 3 times during the movie, some at times when it wasn't even a sad scene. OHOH, think I'm catching the Denise bug, crying at fireworks. Hahaha. Maybe the 3D glasses over my actual ones were too thick, my eyes were getting tired. Yeah that must be it. I tried making Joy appear 3D in my glasses before she kindly enlightened me that she was already in 3D. Who would've thought that? Pssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'll be off for the new year's bash at Nicole's! :) YAY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009's been the year of deaths. For those who fell victim to sorrow, my heart goes out to you. It's been  a whole year since I left the shell of secondary school and I'm almost positively sure I lost a great number of friendships but I'm thankful I haven't made any enemies (that I know of) in my new school. And before I know it, I'm gonna be outta the forest (like literally, because TJ's uniform is... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ADD INSULT HERE*&lt;/span&gt;.) and off to someplace new, someplace hopefully not as scary as we all imagine. This year's gotta be one of the most exciting ones for me - somehow, I don't really know what next year holds. No one does. Maybe more failures are to come, like when I learnt to fail in school this year (because Math ain't ever gonna see no sunshine haha) repeatedly. You know, I've done enough wrong in 2009 to know what's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I got a real test of friendships and relationships this year. Oh and R, you lost your bet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm hoping, praying, wishing, dreaming that 2010's gonna be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have a good year ahead buddies. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-34630422342365108?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/34630422342365108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=34630422342365108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/34630422342365108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/34630422342365108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/whatcha-say.html' title='Whatcha say'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SzswvJJOD2I/AAAAAAAABdU/E0IWzEs-Fmo/s72-c/aa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-7955357886791616435</id><published>2009-12-30T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:40:14.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on kissing me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SzrZlXeNlYI/AAAAAAAABdM/13vZ0xw6oJ0/s1600-h/20090714203955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420884337472935298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SzrZlXeNlYI/AAAAAAAABdM/13vZ0xw6oJ0/s400/20090714203955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Hey, hey, little fighter girl&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me up against this whole wide world."&lt;br /&gt;- Mason Jennings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009's coming to a really feel-good close. December's always been a bittersweet month for me but this time, it does feel sweeter. For reasons I myself am unsure of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I got back from Thailand last week and the amount of shopping I did just within a day during the vacation is just about a hundred times that I do in a year. Not exactly true that clothes and shoes and bags don't interest me, I just got more lazybones in my body than you can imagine. It was also the best hotel I've ever resided in on a holiday, mostly cause it was a service apartment which meant it was HUGEEE and Jill googled it before we even reached. Fascinating as it is, their tagline is "You'll call it home!" and I so did. Not just cause it did feel like a home but I'd say 80percent of the people in there were from Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platinum was cool. It's this 7-floor or so fashion mall, largest in the country with over 2000 shops... in which we spent our second day, from 8 in the morning till dinnertime. Which was a nice experience but by the time we reached the basement (we started top-down), the grumpy monster was seizing all there was left of us already. I mean, you're tired, you're worn down from all the walking, you're carrying 51684213 tonnes of shopping load, the only thing I would think of is having someone build me a nice furnace and curling up on the rug in front of it. Oh wait, I'm human. I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thailand was... fun? :) Yeah well, there were experiences of getting conned and scammed and weird moments but I'm glad I got a breakaway from Singapore and all that mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was back to Touch yesterday and it was my first time meeting little Denise ever since school shut. :) And I never actually found a friend that admired Swift like I do, so much so that we were planning our reactions in a Taylor concert. Hahahaha. Putting Surin and Denise together is classic, I can forgo any entertainment channel to watch them draw their fantasies. Had the funniest time hanging as a small bunch, painting banners and laughing so hard at any random joke. For hours in a corner behind some building. I really wish I could do it again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then talked to R for who knows how many hours until 230 in the morning because she wouldn't let me sleep. Hahaha! :) She's really an insensitive beast and most of our conversations roll around her insults. Damnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;J: And we were talking about Taylor Swift singing and if she calls a kid up, my little Touch Rug friend can go up cause she can pass off as a kid. Then I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;R: Can pass off as her mum? Her pregnant mum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if she deserves a good whackdown mun. You deserve having an injured bush, R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-7955357886791616435?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7955357886791616435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=7955357886791616435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/7955357886791616435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/7955357886791616435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-hey-little-fighter-girl-its-you-and.html' title='Keep on kissing me'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SzrZlXeNlYI/AAAAAAAABdM/13vZ0xw6oJ0/s72-c/20090714203955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-3792726503513070703</id><published>2009-12-16T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:39:31.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, life, life is beautiful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"How can you be blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;when the world, it waits for you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- Hallmark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;New Moon? &lt;/i&gt;Draggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lunch?&lt;/i&gt; Too much chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caroling?&lt;/i&gt; Soft but fun, with ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dinner?&lt;/i&gt; With Raihan and friends, pretty fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now?&lt;/i&gt; Dreaming of catching dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE FOR A LONG TIME NOW! Bangkok, babeh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-3792726503513070703?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3792726503513070703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=3792726503513070703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3792726503513070703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3792726503513070703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-can-you-be-blue-when-world-it-waits.html' title='Life, life, life is beautiful.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-3609989747238379603</id><published>2009-12-15T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:40:03.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Feliz Navidad,&lt;br /&gt;prospero ano y Felicidad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Whoever carols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a magical day. Only because if you happen to stroll by Bugis at some time maybe between 4 and 8 in the day, you'll catch a handful of non-well-versed singers/carollers serenading you with Feliz Navidad and a couple of other songs, just to make you buy some yoghurt or ice-cream for charity. BUT these people, though with the extreme lack of practice, have a heart. They'll sing to you, hope you don't notice any mistakes in the tune, then sweetly convince you to contribute. SO PLEASE DO! :) It takes alot of courage. And we mean well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying off in 1, 2... days! :) I'm looking forward to EVERYTHING I'll see in Thailand - which I've never been to. Hope I'll have enough money for the shopping I'm about to get myself into! But my favourite part of every holiday is exploring the hotel because the hotel just gives me a sweet feeling of a temporary home. Reminds me of my last major holiday which was to China in Sec 3 with other school people. And I bunked with 2 juniors and when the morning phone alarm rang, I pretended to sleep through because I was too lazy to get up and answer it. Which got alot of complaints. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna meet Loopy tomorrow morning... yay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;My dad is along the ride for this trip, hanging out and talking to every person he comes in contact with. He's a social butterfly, and loves being on tour. He loves it so much, he thinks it's absolutely hilarious to mess with me and try to embarrass me as much as possible. For example: Liz and I are walking into the hotel lobby after returning from dinner. It's a quiet, serene, beautiful hotel lobby and we're walking in when..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Screaming voice from out of nowhere: HEY! THAT'S TAYLOR SWIFT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: Dad. Please stop doing that.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Taylor Swift&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-3609989747238379603?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3609989747238379603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=3609989747238379603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3609989747238379603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3609989747238379603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-navidad-prospero-ano-y-felicidad.html' title='Merry Christmas.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-2417177394986368655</id><published>2009-12-13T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:58:46.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SyT_RNLzrII/AAAAAAAABc0/Ji1gCmP_MCw/s1600-h/%E3%80%8E1011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SyT_RNLzrII/AAAAAAAABc0/Ji1gCmP_MCw/s400/%E3%80%8E1011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414733323068222594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"It's the most wonderful time of the year."&lt;br /&gt;- Andy Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decembers are sweet. They're meant for laying back. Who gives a hoot about the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R surprised me with the expensive High School Musical Summer Celebration tickets today! And got embarrassed by the threat of me dancing. :) The stadium was pretty much empty - lousy? I still had fun, especially since the Singapore idols were there and it shocked me how much R likes Mae! Hahahaha. I like Tabitha too and we were shivering while taking shots with her and Mae (plus, Mae is soooo nice! She took time to get to know our names and such) and the funny thing was, according to R, Malaque was shivering when she was holding us for a photo. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tough even getting close to Tabitha in the midst of the screaming kids throwing themselves at her but hey, I can't believe she's our age. I suspect she thought we were 14 year olds but really, who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you R for my incredible birthday gift! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SyT_RU6Gp3I/AAAAAAAABc8/r8AHXb_yzZU/s1600-h/%E3%80%8E1010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SyT_RU6Gp3I/AAAAAAAABc8/r8AHXb_yzZU/s400/%E3%80%8E1010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414733325141452658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-2417177394986368655?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2417177394986368655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=2417177394986368655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/2417177394986368655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/2417177394986368655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SyT_RNLzrII/AAAAAAAABc0/Ji1gCmP_MCw/s72-c/%E3%80%8E1011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-2630444450658676537</id><published>2009-12-12T15:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:31:11.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Give me one reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;if you got one reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so there ain't no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;why we shouldn't get together tonight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Adam Kling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just left sixteenhood... and I'm not feeling any different. Spent my seventeenth anniversary of my birth time laughing at The Nanny. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the birthday wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all 12, blue. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-2630444450658676537?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2630444450658676537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=2630444450658676537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/2630444450658676537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/2630444450658676537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/give-me-one-reason-if-you-got-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-4855325216113205605</id><published>2009-12-02T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:50:36.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;"If you ain't got a suitcase,&lt;br /&gt;get a box or an old brown paper sack.&lt;br /&gt;Pack it light or pack it heavy,&lt;br /&gt;take a truck, take a chevy.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just come back.&lt;br /&gt;There's a shortcut to the highway out of town,&lt;br /&gt;why don't you take it?&lt;br /&gt;Don't let that speed limit slow ya down,&lt;br /&gt;go on and break it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- George Strait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy today and I think I know why. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-4855325216113205605?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4855325216113205605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=4855325216113205605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4855325216113205605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4855325216113205605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-aint-got-suitcase-get-box-or-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-6024403447362110688</id><published>2009-12-01T14:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:58:00.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"I said leave&lt;br /&gt;But all I really want is you.&lt;br /&gt;To stand outside my window,&lt;br /&gt;Throwing pebbles,&lt;br /&gt;Screaming I'm in love with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Taylor Swift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonder how time goes. So fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they built the wall of Berlin in my nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever meet me, please feel free to exclaim at my diseased arms spotted with mozzie bites but don't worry, they aren't contagious. If you'd like, I'll be more than happy to lead you to Jurong Bird Park for a free round of "run-away-from-the-black-and-white-striped-things".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do trust TJC when they're offering you a Vet Science internship because on their part, they sign you up to be a 'volunteer' at the bird park, then joyfully feed you to the mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson taken away on Vet Science: Rakes are easier to move dry leaves when sweeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apart from testing arm muscles, there was a fair bit of feeding the birds and of course, "accidentally" showering them, which is always good because anyone can do with a little less stench. I must say, the best parts were when we were given absolutely nothing to do, so we'd sit round and do what many term as "stone" and if given the luck, fall asleep. Or when Theresa, Theodore, Sylvia and Jiewei and I got to know each other better, we gossiped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certainly most looking forward to next Saturday. Are you? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-6024403447362110688?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6024403447362110688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=6024403447362110688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6024403447362110688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6024403447362110688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-said-leave-but-all-i-really-want-is.html' title='Birthdays.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-8196199330554904062</id><published>2009-11-30T13:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:24:46.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yesterday is history,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow is a mystery,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today is a gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's why it's called present."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Master Wugui&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-8196199330554904062?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8196199330554904062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=8196199330554904062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8196199330554904062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8196199330554904062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-is-history-tomorrow-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-4389339478182710009</id><published>2009-11-02T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:24:40.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to you.</title><content type='html'>Life is so normal, it goes so routinely boring. Sure the frequent movie dates catch on when the sun's rays descend, but it's just too boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaoqi was sitting in front of me in This Is It today. Hahaha. I want more last minute movie dates! :) Just zip out of school and care about everything else just a wee bit later on. MJ is one cool dude but he seems too much of a little boy to me. Dear Sir, I wish you were still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still looking at my boring life through the mirror. Crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will listen to stories cause I've got none to tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-4389339478182710009?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4389339478182710009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=4389339478182710009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4389339478182710009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4389339478182710009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/addicted-to-you.html' title='Addicted to you.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-8238972470921258509</id><published>2009-11-01T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:05:52.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump Then Fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrb-6jpkH9o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrb-6jpkH9o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-8238972470921258509?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8238972470921258509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=8238972470921258509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8238972470921258509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8238972470921258509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/jump-then-fall.html' title='Jump Then Fall.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-6533527195313856632</id><published>2009-10-27T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:01:05.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sub7Q7-1PaI/AAAAAAAABcs/y0UzAH3IGVo/s1600-h/10227_182120489433_573719433_3705930_5550059_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sub7Q7-1PaI/AAAAAAAABcs/y0UzAH3IGVo/s400/10227_182120489433_573719433_3705930_5550059_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397277471847824802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby declare, I miss Touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a mere 16 days when I can slap the hell out of PW and scream to celebrate, we'll start exercising again and scream while dropping balls. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No feelings yesterday. More like a tinge of happiness and a stain of stone-dity because I exceeded my own expectations for promos, which is a hell lot to be proud of but for some subjects I think I could've done sooo much better. But overall improvement, even if I failed Math by a better mark of 3 percent more, I think I did good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop being depressed, there's alot to smile about. And I'm getting used to it, it ain't tough when I got people around to make me smile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep on playing. Sports Carnival last week was hot but wasting my life away under the sun with good company is nothing bad! And celebration for results or not, I just want to waste my life away some more. Anyway, caught My Sister's Keeper with Sha yesterday. Pretty sad movie but I shed ONE TEAR ONLY, and Sha was strong enough to keep them all in. :) Jennifer's Body = Sorority Row? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I just found out today a hilarious 'sweet' &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;beng&lt;/span&gt; thing that JW ever did. Cherry. Hahahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-6533527195313856632?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6533527195313856632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=6533527195313856632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6533527195313856632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6533527195313856632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hereby-declare-i-miss-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sub7Q7-1PaI/AAAAAAAABcs/y0UzAH3IGVo/s72-c/10227_182120489433_573719433_3705930_5550059_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-6148084385858004620</id><published>2009-10-25T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:45:17.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we ever cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But so many people are looking to me&lt;br /&gt;To be strong and to fight&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just surviving&lt;br /&gt;And I may be weak&lt;br /&gt;But I'm never defeated&lt;br /&gt;And I'll keep believing in clouds with that sweet silver lining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for not listening to my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying if I said I don't need a shoulder. It's been a whirlwind without colours the past couple of days. I need someone to listen, I need someone to trust, I need someone to take me away from the world for just a split second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you ever wondered why there aren't any pictures of Cinderella crying? Maybe it's time to wander a little into WHAT IFs because I never knew perfect could turn into shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being vague here, this isn't about school, I just need to scream for a second. Okay, second's over. Hahahas don't work anymore. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-6148084385858004620?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6148084385858004620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=6148084385858004620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6148084385858004620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6148084385858004620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-we-ever-cry.html' title='Why we ever cry.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-4284391003650334180</id><published>2009-10-22T02:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T02:59:41.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;This is not a love story, it is a story about love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you don't wish, wishes come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Monday comes, I'm pretty much enjoying the time I have right now. School for hours with only one subject (PW that is), half the time without the teacher's presence and the time to laugh, dance, and laugh some more. All before Monday comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm finally going on a holiday this end-of-year, something to think of everyday and to keep me smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was dragonboating today and damn it was boring and I was sleepy. And I got laughed at and criticised for rowing with my legs crossed like a lady but it was truly the most comfortable position I could find. Bimbo much? No, clever, comfortable position for short legs. :) Roy did the most disgusting thing touching his underwear then tapping my arm to call me. Hahaha I swear the boating experience would have been nothing fascinating if he didn't spend the entire trip complaining about his wet bottoms. It wasn't very tiring actually but it's the first thing that comes to my mind when you bring it up. Haha we were pretty much entertaining ourselves through the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like 500 Days of Summer and I wanna catch it again but I'm afraid I'll spoil the moment I had the last time I watched it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more minutes to 3am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-4284391003650334180?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4284391003650334180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=4284391003650334180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4284391003650334180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4284391003650334180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-not-love-story-it-is-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-6727487200412222157</id><published>2009-10-20T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:23:38.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy Casanova.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cowboy Casanova&lt;/span&gt; is so damn good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/St3VNcaDPXI/AAAAAAAABcU/YVn2_2Nq4HI/s1600-h/carrie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/St3VNcaDPXI/AAAAAAAABcU/YVn2_2Nq4HI/s400/carrie.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394702355600194930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the release! :) Grab it for me and I'll love you! Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-6727487200412222157?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6727487200412222157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=6727487200412222157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6727487200412222157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6727487200412222157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/cowboy-casanova.html' title='Cowboy Casanova.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/St3VNcaDPXI/AAAAAAAABcU/YVn2_2Nq4HI/s72-c/carrie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-3368275257016227088</id><published>2009-10-19T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:38:55.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlight of my days.</title><content type='html'>3 hours of sleep started to sound really reasonable over the study period but now that it's all over, the partaying kicks in. :) Until of course, PW comes and scrapes any idea of fun but I'll sum up what happened after my exams in videos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;SORORITY ROW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hzuHZwHcqeo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hzuHZwHcqeo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how good this trailer looks, DON'T BUY IT. It's rated 16 but it's truly a porn show. Haha. 10 of us took a ride down to Bugis and somehow we decided not to watch 500 Days of Summer (which we really regretted) and thought this would be a good show to catch. Until of course Roy went to puke and Rachel and I felt like puking because of the shaky filming skills and yeah about 5 naked women decided to flash everything they have. Hahaha I was beside Rah and Sha and we were using whatever we had to cover our eyes! Yeah you know, like they always say, the best way to celebrate with your friends after exams is to GO WATCH PORN. Dammit! Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;CARRIE UNDERWOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ECFq9o3XaAw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ECFq9o3XaAw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ONu16Z_jj_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ONu16Z_jj_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST END OF EXAMS EVERRR! :D Alright, this is gonna be long. We were at Bugis before Sorority Row and a TJ chap walked by and tipped Rachel that Carrie was gonna be at Ion Orchard. And being just the greatest fan of the greatest American Idol ever (I'm guilty of crying when she won), I asked Loopy to confirm on the net and before we knew it, Rah, Sha and Rachel were with me on the way to Orchard. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ion was so bloody big! And the rest were dragging their feet because of all their Math notes in their bags (and I'm the smart one for not bringing anything for Math!), scouring the mall for some sort of stage. We found a tiny one but decided it was too small for such a huge diva. Haha. The concierge kindly told us it's a closed event and we could only watch from the road opposite and told us to get out of a particular door. Which of course made our hearts sink real deep. But nature had it in plan, we accidentally took a detour and landed up at a door with all the bouncers and looked lost. Some really nice bouncer (thank the lucky stars we met him) walked up to us and asked us if we wanted to watch her perform. But he gave us a really pissed off face, then thought for a while, then told us where to head to and go past the guards to get in. Hahahaha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if he tipped the security guards outside but we were wondering how to break past them when they just kindly called us four over to let us in. Someone came to a conclusion that we would make good audience for the TV cameras because we look like fantastic screamers... Hahaha. Once we got past the guards I started running at full speed until we got near the stage and the rest followed. Haha. But from then on our energy drained because we waited 2 hours for her to come out on stage. When she came out, it was awesome! Wordlessly awesome. The crowd was screaming like nuts and we were all dancing and only I was singing because the rest didn't know the lyrics but WTH, we were having the time of our end-of-exams life. :) I had to take care of the bags while the rest drifted away dancing together so I was dancing alone. Hahaha! So okay, if you see me on FB pictures don't laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that Carrie didn't make my goosebumps stand. She's not like some superstar, in a really really cool way because she seems like such a real, down-to-earth person, I felt like it was just a friend performing up there. :)And I got alot of eye contacts with her but the longest lasted for like 3 seconds. Hahaha NO SHE'S NOT COCK EYED I'm sure she stared at me but she must've been wondering that sweaty sticky piece of nerd-poop in the crowd really likes me. HAHAHA. Country country. Our voices just went woozy after the show! I think I had the best Friday of my life ever! Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;FALLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up to 430AM chatting online and watching videos that crack me up so badly (and cracks R up so badly that she farts, HAHAHA). These are videos of people falling down and damn they relieve stress like nobody ever penned the word in Oxford's book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list of FUNNIEST FALLS in my opinion. (It helps if you know the celebs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C-cqUj99zMI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C-cqUj99zMI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2. Tyra Banks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Och-VFreys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Och-VFreys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3. Shakira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kkW8OFueVpk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kkW8OFueVpk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4. Demi Lovato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J-bVH84y8dk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J-bVH84y8dk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;5. Demi Lovato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8QaSZmOAuuo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8QaSZmOAuuo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;6. Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_emNxk1CKQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_emNxk1CKQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;7. Beyonce (only funny to Raihan apparently)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sDw_3bl4r8U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sDw_3bl4r8U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;8. Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/igPHnlvrz2c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/igPHnlvrz2c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were what kept me laughing through the night in the midst of Friends chunks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;IKEA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only slept a few hours before I met Loopy for a trip to eat at Ikea then Wii at my place! :) Really kinda miss hanging out together. And talking rubbish. And Loopy, you still don't get my jokes up till today! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;500 DAYS OF SUMMER... 1 DAY OF AUTUMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsD0NpFSADM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsD0NpFSADM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this show. And I thought it was funnay even though some people rate it badly and such. COME ON PEOPLE we need sad endings in life to wake us up. And the show ignited a thought process which was prettay deep! Hahaha. It was quite funny when everyone in the cinema decided "Oh well, it's the day we should sit in any seat but ours" and we couldn't get seats because everyone was in ours. We found 2 seats which Rah and R saw were 3 so Rah and I walked into the row (we were already 10-15 minutes late for the movie) and plonked ourselves down and R was left standing, blocking everybody in the mid of the row. And she panicked and SAT DOWN ON ME hahahaha that was the most hilarious part of the trip I swear. :D Stop sitting on people la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;SUNDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally spent a nice rest day at home with my new TV! YAY! :) But the shows on TV were boring much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;PW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it has to end with this. :/ But a good thing that came out of this was, we had quite a bit of fun! Heehee. And and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;FRIENDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fnXJzxVSPyk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fnXJzxVSPyk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can NEVER get enough of this show. :) Laughed our asses out at this at my house today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had everyday to spend not thinking about studies or PW!!! I want to see Carrie Underwood again! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-3368275257016227088?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3368275257016227088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=3368275257016227088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3368275257016227088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3368275257016227088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/highlight-of-my-days.html' title='Highlight of my days.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-7264582956433343047</id><published>2009-09-20T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:04:36.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;A beautiful and perfect combination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SrYltHQz-qI/AAAAAAAABcM/JGswBWisFKk/s1600-h/2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383531861541911202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SrYltHQz-qI/AAAAAAAABcM/JGswBWisFKk/s400/2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how you are with me&lt;br /&gt;In our future history&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday down the road&lt;br /&gt;I'll sit back and say to myself&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I thought so"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My special unique favourite ultimate song dedicated to Ayesha and Raihan (who can't get enough of it because I won't stop singing it)! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"When &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; saw you over there, I didn't mean to stare but my mind was everywhere, I wanna know you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know the TJ library is usually pretty noisy? Well most of the times it's because of my class... wow. Haha. I had such an enjoyable lunch laughing about Bear and Huwaaah. OMG I can't forget it. :) One reason why I can't sit with good friends ANYWHERE... I can never get any work done. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the night walks to MRT are so incredibly fun! Every dinner night is a different experience. :) With classmates not my 'boiflen' la! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Loopy. I'm glad it was a surprise! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Somebody's heart is broken and it becomes your favourite song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* --- END OF POST UNTIL PROMOS --- *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-7264582956433343047?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7264582956433343047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=7264582956433343047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/7264582956433343047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/7264582956433343047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-and-perfect-combination.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SrYltHQz-qI/AAAAAAAABcM/JGswBWisFKk/s72-c/2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-5317869082951065609</id><published>2009-09-13T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:52:01.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;She's a maniac...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqyI4oaZfcI/AAAAAAAABcE/rwZkBy-qaC4/s1600-h/iheart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqyI4oaZfcI/AAAAAAAABcE/rwZkBy-qaC4/s400/iheart.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380826161303092674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you'll know you didn't beat me&lt;br /&gt;When you look down and see&lt;br /&gt;I got an I HEART ? written on the back of my hand&lt;p&gt;---&lt;p&gt;This song makes me wanna get an I HEART ? tattoo on the back of my hand so badly. But for now, marker ink suffices.&lt;p&gt;I love how it feels today, how when I look out of the window, all I see is white. And drops of dirty rain. OH and I just saw a lightning streak... the thunder comes in 3, 2, 1.&lt;p&gt;I hate procrastinating but that is sooo me. Dammit, I only have 10 more hours till the day ends and another term starts. :(&lt;p&gt;"Your money's mine, Green."&lt;br /&gt;"Your fly's open, Gellar."&lt;p&gt;Hahaha.&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The magic stops here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-5317869082951065609?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5317869082951065609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=5317869082951065609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/5317869082951065609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/5317869082951065609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/shes-maniac.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqyI4oaZfcI/AAAAAAAABcE/rwZkBy-qaC4/s72-c/iheart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-3011648029498090669</id><published>2009-09-12T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:11:01.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqvEnzJMC8I/AAAAAAAABb8/-28ql2N9HTY/s1600-h/20090502225521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqvEnzJMC8I/AAAAAAAABb8/-28ql2N9HTY/s400/20090502225521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380610367846878146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="370" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UBVaMb6Dikc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UBVaMb6Dikc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="370" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch... Hannah Montana and Friends now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list of homework falls from ceiling to floor but those ticked include one miserable not-even-half-filled Chemistry tutorial. Sunday is so not worth ruining. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen's the fourth American Idol judge. :) I'll never miss another episode. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-3011648029498090669?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3011648029498090669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=3011648029498090669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3011648029498090669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3011648029498090669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/dip-it-dip-it-dip-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqvEnzJMC8I/AAAAAAAABb8/-28ql2N9HTY/s72-c/20090502225521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-6698260545105900599</id><published>2009-09-11T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:13:05.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Take off your shoes if you're tracking magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqosmwB8IgI/AAAAAAAABaE/E2EekMeYUYQ/s1600-h/20090605061333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqosmwB8IgI/AAAAAAAABaE/E2EekMeYUYQ/s400/20090605061333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380161749087166978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;While I set the rainbow fetish straight...&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sqotf7mhbaI/AAAAAAAABbk/sDN5OdU0kO8/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sqotf7mhbaI/AAAAAAAABbk/sDN5OdU0kO8/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380162731445939618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqotfkPfJeI/AAAAAAAABbc/bZ_0OERIV-Y/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqotfkPfJeI/AAAAAAAABbc/bZ_0OERIV-Y/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380162725175305698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqotI35sEUI/AAAAAAAABbU/IN8-uen_EiQ/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqotI35sEUI/AAAAAAAABbU/IN8-uen_EiQ/s400/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380162335315595586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqotIdONPjI/AAAAAAAABbM/jYGAgCNXlxA/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqotIdONPjI/AAAAAAAABbM/jYGAgCNXlxA/s400/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380162328153898546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqotH9XsdBI/AAAAAAAABbE/vg9OEPjYJOw/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqotH9XsdBI/AAAAAAAABbE/vg9OEPjYJOw/s400/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380162319603758098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqotHmevwXI/AAAAAAAABa8/AsZ-53YrqDk/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqotHmevwXI/AAAAAAAABa8/AsZ-53YrqDk/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380162313459319154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqotHPK63xI/AAAAAAAABa0/VhFe_FPWuUE/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqotHPK63xI/AAAAAAAABa0/VhFe_FPWuUE/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380162307202146066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sqot2MHFzzI/AAAAAAAABbs/-MYAXFS6lUU/s1600-h/tumblr_kpcp5cbIzm1qzan0uo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sqot2MHFzzI/AAAAAAAABbs/-MYAXFS6lUU/s400/tumblr_kpcp5cbIzm1qzan0uo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380163113834630962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing comes second to rainbows and hearts and balloons.&lt;p&gt;-----&lt;p&gt;I had the most awkward dream about a happy ending with a completely random stranger who said such random blur stuff that I couldn't help laughing at. :) I wish I could share the joy of my embarrassing moment because it's no fun laughing at it alone! You should've been there in my dream. Haha to the few people who heard about it...&lt;p&gt;Restocking my iPod with good old tunes took me like 4 hours today?! :( Wasted all the time I could've spent &lt;s&gt;studying&lt;/s&gt; SLEEPING. Zzz. I'm sleepy now.&lt;p&gt;Ms Y: Aim for the sky and fall on the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;R: Huh? I thought fall to the tree?&lt;p&gt;And I thought this was kinda cute, Disney Action. Haha.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqovS5kzFRI/AAAAAAAABb0/9Laey_yz8Uk/s1600-h/tumblr_kp2qwzOxvw1qz86pco1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqovS5kzFRI/AAAAAAAABb0/9Laey_yz8Uk/s400/tumblr_kp2qwzOxvw1qz86pco1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380164706586793234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is 9/11 so let's just take a moment to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's nothing here in this soul left to say.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-6698260545105900599?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6698260545105900599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=6698260545105900599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6698260545105900599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6698260545105900599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-off-your-shoes-if-youre-tracking.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqosmwB8IgI/AAAAAAAABaE/E2EekMeYUYQ/s72-c/20090605061333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-2926566978352551812</id><published>2009-09-08T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T02:25:49.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color=#99CCFF&gt;You are my Manhattan from the sky.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqadbhXjjcI/AAAAAAAABZ8/UMPZUUVREXk/s1600-h/tumblr_kovzkndltX1qzfswao1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqadbhXjjcI/AAAAAAAABZ8/UMPZUUVREXk/s400/tumblr_kovzkndltX1qzfswao1_500_large.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379159901079834050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my proposal will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dazes&lt;br /&gt;Once upon an old daydream&lt;br /&gt;That’s what you gave me&lt;br /&gt;Out on the corner of Broadway and 48th street&lt;br /&gt;On a rainy afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I could start discovering your world&lt;br /&gt;And I would make a damn good city girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get the chance to think about that long walk home, I can't help thinking more than I should. Making memories is a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And work spooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meant to start accomplishing things today, but all it takes is a talent to suck at Rock Band to win me over from starting my work. Thank you R for the supposed day of hard work. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I welcome tomorrow with a gracious heart. Because no one smiles upon PW as much as I do. And behind smiles are hidden daggers, you've got no idea how many I have stashed away right now. 6 and a half hours, kudos if I can last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my new hamsters are a beauty. They're tiny, you can hold them between your thumb and your index finger and worry about them getting away. Still can't tell if they're boys or girls yet hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Thursday will be a better day. Runway 25, here I come! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-2926566978352551812?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2926566978352551812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=2926566978352551812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/2926566978352551812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/2926566978352551812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-are-my-manhattan-from-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqadbhXjjcI/AAAAAAAABZ8/UMPZUUVREXk/s72-c/tumblr_kovzkndltX1qzfswao1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-5694596116181236481</id><published>2009-09-07T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:46:30.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;font color=#CC99CC&gt;Understanding is a right.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/?action=view&amp;current=clumsy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/clumsy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fairness, I was an easy sell&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm embarrassed&lt;br /&gt;To admit it to myself&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is&lt;br /&gt;You know it all too well&lt;br /&gt;So don't take advantage&lt;br /&gt;Of my transparent shell, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;I find myself wishing too often.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm as confused as hell but I'm sure you don't wanna hear about it. Loopy is on a hill in the plumes of clouds at the moment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that the people I trust to keep secrets are quiet ones, and that's how we become good friends. Because after all, people who actually get past my first impression actually think it takes more than superglue to seal that gap of mine. And if you recall, opposites attract. Then again, secret-keepers ain't all that talented because some of them (if I'm relating this to Miss R) just forget what I said a minute ago, so my secret's somewhat safe. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why I had the urge to blog, even though I have nothing much to say. I wanna hear it from you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK BAND TOMORROW OMG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-5694596116181236481?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5694596116181236481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=5694596116181236481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/5694596116181236481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/5694596116181236481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/falling_07.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-1963564524967184606</id><published>2009-09-06T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:32:27.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=5&gt;Dance with the enemy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqNW-8koS0I/AAAAAAAABZs/HWpvhobE-qE/s1600-h/SMILE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqNW-8koS0I/AAAAAAAABZs/HWpvhobE-qE/s400/SMILE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378238019422145346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am schizophrenic but I have each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's imagination, or simple exaggeration. Things left to think are things left unsaid. Maybe if I just stopped thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know Raffles City toilets have seatwarmers on the toilet bowls? Makes it all a smooth and comfort ride. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are in dire need of undergoing a training course on "How to use your TV remote control" because apparently, the neighbours upstairs have never learnt the wonders of the volume button, so that they could actually stop playing Bollywood movies at maximum volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've heard too many 'first impressions' and none of them are good. I'm either a toot or a lost kid, I kinda wonder if I should start wearing paper bags on my head from now on. Haha. But R wouldn't beg to disagree about my biatchness in primary school. Maybe it's time my horns came out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was Temasek Junior College Bowl or whatever you call that event yesterday. Didn't play very well but I wasn't aiming to hide my talent at gutterballs right there. Thanks to my non-existent arm muscles, I used my already-heavy 8 balls and now my arm is strangely strained. It was strained from air hockey right before bowling, useless weak thing. Alicia and R rocked at the game really, at least their balls got to the pins. Hahaha. And Alicia unexpectedly won 3rd placing in the female singles category, which was awesome if we had actually been there to support her! Sorry we left early! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty distracted by other bowlers. And I loved the bright blue 12 ball, it was magical. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to N2 Macs for lunch after which, R and I went to our favourite hangout (or our first hangout, hahaha) M's! :) And after we did what we're both best at - me talking and her listening, I fell asleep right there and woke up in time for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm hungry and it's a nice-weather Sunday, so let's just go out and have a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I were to choose, I'll choose to have nothing if I can't have them all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-1963564524967184606?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1963564524967184606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=1963564524967184606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/1963564524967184606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/1963564524967184606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/dance-with-enemy.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SqNW-8koS0I/AAAAAAAABZs/HWpvhobE-qE/s72-c/SMILE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-6229480866615379452</id><published>2009-09-03T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:48:22.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought we had it all last spring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;I thought we had it all last spring.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe tomorrow's the last day of term.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-6229480866615379452?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6229480866615379452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=6229480866615379452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6229480866615379452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6229480866615379452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-thought-we-had-it-all-last-spring.html' title='I thought we had it all last spring.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-6250924889655465846</id><published>2009-08-31T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:12:02.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No more poison&lt;br /&gt;Killing my emotion&lt;br /&gt;I will not be frozen&lt;br /&gt;Dancing is my remedy, remedy, oh&lt;br /&gt;Stop, stop preying&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not, not playing&lt;br /&gt;I'm not frozen&lt;br /&gt;Dancing is my remedy, remedy, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move while you're watching me&lt;br /&gt;Dance with the enemy&lt;br /&gt;I've got a remedy&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY NEW BACKPACK! :) After a 2-week long search or something. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Staff Day today in TJ, which wasn't all that fascinating, except the fact that some of us cramped in the teachers' toilet to scare Ms Wong our CT but ended up turning away many teachers. Hahaha. The performance after that wasn't all that good, but it wasn't all that bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got back to SAC with the TJ peeps, a mere 5 of us because Tsin Ning disappeared, and the only teachers we met were Mr Poh and Ms Lim. The school's considered rather dead this year compared to the previous years really. Maybe somehow somewhere along the road people just lost meaning in visting. But I got to meet Mandypop after not seeing her for lightyears now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to spend the day out but slept through it instead. But I had lunch with Jillian and Gideon at Tampines first and stumbled upon the bag that caught my eye! And a little Denise there. Hahaha. I sent her heart racing like she sent mine, when our eyes "caught" when I was going for the table next to her in Yoshinoya. HAHAHA. :) So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Pat and Ruoen there mainly because they were stalking me. Hahaha! They made me jump at Tamp One when they shouted my name and grabbed my hand at the entrance. LOLLL. Yeah Temasek has definitely made me blurrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What our children will look like in the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Spv8dZw4IRI/AAAAAAAABY8/eQquP-srdsk/s1600-h/%E3%80%8E0568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Spv8dZw4IRI/AAAAAAAABY8/eQquP-srdsk/s400/%E3%80%8E0568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376168162259116306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Spv8c7BdHVI/AAAAAAAABY0/LXCpPQk7IOA/s1600-h/%E3%80%8E0566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Spv8c7BdHVI/AAAAAAAABY0/LXCpPQk7IOA/s400/%E3%80%8E0566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376168154007149906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng Han.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Spv8cex6mtI/AAAAAAAABYs/zssAf70agxc/s1600-h/%E3%80%8E0567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Spv8cex6mtI/AAAAAAAABYs/zssAf70agxc/s400/%E3%80%8E0567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376168146425780946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng Na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Spv8b7H4zDI/AAAAAAAABYk/btyajhM1OlU/s1600-h/%E3%80%8E0570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Spv8b7H4zDI/AAAAAAAABYk/btyajhM1OlU/s400/%E3%80%8E0570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376168136854260786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raitenghan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Spv8bilA94I/AAAAAAAABYc/3sA01BuLqBE/s1600-h/%E3%80%8E0569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Spv8bilA94I/AAAAAAAABYc/3sA01BuLqBE/s400/%E3%80%8E0569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376168130265544578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;May we all sleep forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-6250924889655465846?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6250924889655465846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=6250924889655465846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6250924889655465846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6250924889655465846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-more-poison-killing-my-emotion-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Spv8dZw4IRI/AAAAAAAABY8/eQquP-srdsk/s72-c/%E3%80%8E0568.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-8589308162075261905</id><published>2009-08-30T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:47:05.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fly away now, I think someone ran away with my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only break I have through the week is every Tuesday at 2.10PM and it's sweet I got to spend it with Ayesha this week! :) Well, almost like the other Tuesday we promised to talk for 10 minutes and scoot to do our work but the bell came sooner than we thought. We spent the entire period reading some Disney magazine BOP, which is "so my type" to quote Ng Teng I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swaveboarding was cool geez!!! The ultimate party gismo. It became a bore after 1 hour but fun still. My instructor wasn't doing her job. Well she did at first, when she told us to put our left leg up on the board, then our right leg and GO TRY. Then she disappeared. Wonder if she gets paid. But swaving around is pretty cool and hardly anyone knows about swaveboarding sooo it's an hourglass shaped board with twisting portions that function like an unbalanc-able skateboard but overall, party material. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swaveboarding that day, I chilled with Ayesha and R and had dinner together. And of course I had a rundown with the devil but oh what the hell, I'm too nice to fight back. If I wasn't, the devil would be in heaven right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how your days are so full, when the weekends come, you don't recall whatever happened in the week? You obviously haven't tasted JC life if you don't get nuts of what I'm trying to say. I hardly remember Thursday. But Friday, it was funny when Ng Teng was trying to eat in GP lesson and when the teacher turned around and she slid her food under the table pretty successfully and gave the teacher a grin... she had a crumb on the corner of her mouth. Hahaha. Skills eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see much of my family on Saturday. :( Woke up at 9AM for PW, got really pissed when JW took a cab to our meeting place and made me miss 3 buses at the interchange cause he didn't inform me not to wait, then spent 5 hours in my highly super secret study spot working on PW. Amidst the gossip that is. Then headed for tuition where Alicia and I turned up late and were fretting over being later than the usual latecomers, but Shakila turned up later than us. :) Then back home, sat downstairs until past midnight gossiping yet again. Or rather, sharing problems with Peter Pan. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the little interaction between me and my family. And woke up today to a bright and sunny PW day yet again. Seriously, it's not like we don't have to study. And some people focus much more on studying than PW, which can sometimes be a pain in the ass when we don't get help. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally ended at 6 in the evening after much scoldings from the guards in the condo and levitating on the chairs in the lounge. :) Oh and I happened to find a lost dog wandering around who was quite willing to follow me home before my mum set on her mission to (high five and shake hands with the dog, I'm not kidding) find the dog owner. Bleagh. Watched Premonition when I got home and dang the show is awesome! And Sandra Bullock is top-class. I wanna watch The Proposal. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I give so much and I don't take anything. I should start taking now should I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-8589308162075261905?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8589308162075261905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=8589308162075261905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8589308162075261905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8589308162075261905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/fly-away-now-i-think-someone-ran-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-8418873779368769809</id><published>2009-08-22T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:50:15.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilot Me Train.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/?action=view&amp;current=20090822181946.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/20090822181946.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Pilot me train.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny the way it is&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it&lt;br /&gt;Somebody’s going hungry&lt;br /&gt;And someone else is eating out&lt;br /&gt;Funny the way it is, not right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;Somebody’s heart is broken&lt;br /&gt;And it becomes your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way your mouth feels&lt;br /&gt;In a lovers' kiss&lt;br /&gt;Like a pretty bird on a breeze&lt;br /&gt;Or water to a fish&lt;br /&gt;A bomb blast brings a building&lt;br /&gt;Crashing to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Hear the laughter&lt;br /&gt;While the children play war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny the way it is&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it&lt;br /&gt;One kid walks 10 miles to school&lt;br /&gt;Another’s dropping out&lt;br /&gt;Funny the way it is, not right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;On a soldier’s last breath&lt;br /&gt;His baby is being born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught UP with Nick yesterday and it was au'some! :) I'd say I wanna watch it again but it might kill the initial life of the film so once is good. For a balloon-lover, I absolutely loved the balloon scene! If I had that many balloons in hand, I'd be glad to be lifted to wherever it'll take me. Paradise Falls maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a blue backpack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this should be a radio song. Hit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4vVdWHADKto&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4vVdWHADKto&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-8418873779368769809?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8418873779368769809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=8418873779368769809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8418873779368769809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8418873779368769809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/pilot-me-train.html' title='Pilot Me Train.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-6902555925613645466</id><published>2009-08-20T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:09:37.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI R, I WONDER IF YOU'RE READING THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOGGER WON'T UPLOAD MY PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING DEPRESSING HAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A BALUKU ON MY HEAD. I HATE TJ CHAIRS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WAS QUITE FUN. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raihan: (after Ng Teng takes tissue to wipe her eyes) No amount of tissue is gonna help that face, Teng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-6902555925613645466?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6902555925613645466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=6902555925613645466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6902555925613645466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6902555925613645466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-r-i-wonder-if-youre-reading-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-1745470802834133615</id><published>2009-08-18T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:48:15.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SomFLVvPcCI/AAAAAAAABYU/UYdR_lVAV1w/s1600-h/DSC00043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SomFLVvPcCI/AAAAAAAABYU/UYdR_lVAV1w/s400/DSC00043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370970460476370978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;SONG IN MY MIND:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;GOOD GIRLS GO BAD&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a noisy auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah: Are you gonna watch Bandslam? The Vanessa Hudgens show?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I want to! But I don't like her.&lt;br /&gt;Rah: Why? You like Zac Efron. She's his girl! OH no wonder you don't like her.&lt;br /&gt;Me: There's a reason her face is not on my pencil case. She can't sing and she can't act.&lt;br /&gt;Rah: But Zac can't sing and can't act either.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But there's a difference. (Here, the crowd happened to simmer down because there was an announcement over the PA) HE'S HOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a boring Chem class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raihan: You're so hot that Shakila turned black. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah: Eh have you heard this song? (starts singing)&lt;br /&gt;Teng: Is the singer tone deaf?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-1745470802834133615?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1745470802834133615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=1745470802834133615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/1745470802834133615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/1745470802834133615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/song-in-my-mind-good-girls-go-bad-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SomFLVvPcCI/AAAAAAAABYU/UYdR_lVAV1w/s72-c/DSC00043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-2257320909360270322</id><published>2009-08-15T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:29:54.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I want the old times back when we went swimming not because we wanted a new tan but because it meant fun for us.&lt;br /&gt;I want the old times back when we went for picnics not because it was cool but because it meant family time.&lt;br /&gt;I want the old times back when we popped in the old cake store not because we were craving for something but because it was a daily visit.&lt;br /&gt;I want the old times back when we rode our bikes not because it was something to blog about but because it was for laugh time.&lt;br /&gt;I want the old times back because I miss it and I hate growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First tuition ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except Chinese in primary school of course, which was hardcore fun because we got french fries every single lesson. :) And the boys would be total dorks but we actually laughed while learning. I got complacent about that A in PSLE Chinese, which landed a B4 in Os. Bwaaah. What does that teach you now huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Chem tuition was alright. I guess. I thought Alicia was sleeping beside me but her hair was just too long, it was covering her face. :) TJ people's attitudes kinda knock me off my seat. Oh and Alicia called a tuition classmate my "colleague"  because we were both wearing Starbucks shirts. HAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-2257320909360270322?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2257320909360270322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=2257320909360270322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/2257320909360270322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/2257320909360270322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-old-times-back-when-we-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-3833823859973926678</id><published>2009-08-14T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:02:27.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="360" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HMjUqZLLNb8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HMjUqZLLNb8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, JUST THE BEST DISNEY SONG EVER! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like Nick Jonas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-3833823859973926678?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3833823859973926678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=3833823859973926678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3833823859973926678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3833823859973926678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/nothing-much-just-best-disney-song-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-5915149573386685197</id><published>2009-08-11T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:37:01.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You knew this was coming! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZN: I heard from my cousin there's good Chem tuition at Parkway by some guy, I dunno his name. Steven Gerrard I think.&lt;br /&gt;Rah: STEVEN GERRARD?! Isn't he a footballer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ZN. THIS. IS. STEVEN. GERRARD. LIVERPOOL. CAPTAIN.&lt;br /&gt;NOT. YOUR. COUSIN'S. CHEM. TUTOR.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/?action=view&amp;current=gerrard.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/gerrard.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-5915149573386685197?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5915149573386685197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=5915149573386685197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/5915149573386685197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/5915149573386685197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/highlight-of-day-you-knew-this-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-4118851320622870817</id><published>2009-08-09T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:26:30.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/?action=view&amp;current=2edit.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/2edit.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#CC99CC&gt;We don't mess around&lt;br /&gt;You've got no freedom to come down&lt;br /&gt;We don't take angels from the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't mess around&lt;br /&gt;You're meant to be among the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're an angel&lt;br /&gt;But that's a lie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard it from me first, someday the airwaves are gonna play Voegele songs and everyone's gonna love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wanna celebrate National Day today, I have to finish my work first. Sorry Singapore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-4118851320622870817?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4118851320622870817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=4118851320622870817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4118851320622870817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4118851320622870817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-dont-mess-around-youve-got-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-4828909296846787541</id><published>2009-08-07T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:22:06.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry rolled away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/?action=view&amp;current=strawberry-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/strawberry-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on your list of things to do&lt;br /&gt;Is make me fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#FF0033&gt;&lt;i&gt;Strawberries are red,&lt;br /&gt;My favourite colour is blue,&lt;br /&gt;You do not know me,&lt;br /&gt;But I secretly stalk you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it feels like a distant holiday. I hardly remember what happened in school the past few days. But today's National Day celebration turned out to be much more fun than I expected! Partly because we were belting out timeless hits from the previous years (I love We Will Get There!), swaying in the over-packed hall, Ng Teng was shooting sweets at random people in the hall with the free flags' tubes given (she's awesome at it grrr!), Meiling was screaming PW SUCKS! in the crowd during the singing session and Rah and I were challenging each other at screaming/screeching and were singing our hearts out to each other. :) I don't remember National Day ever being that fun, serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I remember the fun stuff that happened in the week! Monday feels like yesterday though. Met Joy after class at Simpang! Sorry I kept yawning, sleep is not my friend. :) Oh and there was ECP training and such. And Gen my dear bought me something I treasure alot... something that has meaning! HEEHEE! Thank you and I love ya VV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I saw this van thingy that looked like the one from Little Miss Sunshine. I want to drive one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I wonder what wrong I've done. I need to pay to learn. I need to cry to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 4 hours finishing the Written Report for PW until 1 plus in the morning and it was wiped out. Thank you to Raihan and Ayesha for comforting me and staying up with me till 3 or 4 plus. :) I had to retype everything. WTH. I finally ended at 5 in the morning! But some of my classmates were still working through the morning. At least I caught ONE HOUR of sleep. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I came home and I fell asleep on the floor. Hahaha. OH and Loopy called my house and had this really hilarious phone conversation with my sister, who was sleeping too. Loopy thought she was me and asked her if she's awake and asked why "you sound so different". And my sister thought Loopy was me cause she didn't know I was sleeping outside and asked why "you sound so different". I have no idea how the conversation went down. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went all the way down to Dover for some basketball and frisbee. My muscles hurt more than ever. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought alot of HSM stuff today. YAY. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZN: (to JW) Your mouth is so big, you can put the whole world in there.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But everything will come out cause he's such a big mouth.&lt;br /&gt;ZN: ... that's why the world's still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I hated Barbie dolls.&lt;br /&gt;ZN: ME TOO! I used to strip them and make the power rangers dance around them then the Teletubbies will come rescue them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong: (draws a Math graph) ... and the isotope.&lt;br /&gt;(sniggers)&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong: What?! I take Maths one okay!&lt;br /&gt;Class: Err... Miss Wong, it's asymptote. Isotope is chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese teacher: I like collecting Snoopy things.&lt;br /&gt;Dianne: I like collecting 101 Dalmations!&lt;br /&gt;Chinese teacher: Oh I don't like collecting those cause I don't like dogs... eh? Snoopy is a dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-4828909296846787541?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4828909296846787541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=4828909296846787541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4828909296846787541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4828909296846787541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-on-your-list-of-things-to-do-is.html' title='Strawberry rolled away.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-7208169868796194049</id><published>2009-08-04T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:11:35.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adidas fan.</title><content type='html'>Adidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn how to grab opportunities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-7208169868796194049?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7208169868796194049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=7208169868796194049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/7208169868796194049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/7208169868796194049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/adidas-fan.html' title='Adidas fan.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-6741842028176580763</id><published>2009-08-02T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:58:15.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the August route.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/?action=view&amp;current=tues.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/tues.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#CC66FF&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;On the August route.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JW: My metabolism rate is damn high! No matter how I eat I can't get fat. Ng Teng, how you get fat ah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for the next 15 weeks. BRING IT ON! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#CCCCFF&gt;Put me up on your pedestal&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got nowhere to go but down&lt;br /&gt;You expect the impossible &lt;br /&gt;And it’s too much to carry around&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I LOVE KATE V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I like Mr TOG.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-6741842028176580763?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6741842028176580763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=6741842028176580763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6741842028176580763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6741842028176580763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-august-route.html' title='On the August route.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-3637914079879743484</id><published>2009-08-01T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:08:41.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Build blocks with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;EOM EOM EOM EOM EOM EOM EOM EOM EOM EOM EOM EOM EOM EOM OMG EOM EOM EOM EOM EOM EOM EOM EOM EOM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was stress relieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like building blocks with drama stashed in between. I'm on the brink of collapse. Someone save me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't talk about school but today's training was at Farrer Park, which meant I had to wake up earlier than usual on a Saturday. Met Elena, LC and Gen (it's always us four!) and we took a long ride there cause we were really early. It was a good workout but my tummy is still trying to challenge Everest. :( We crossed the road after training and chose one of the long stretches of Indian shops at Little India to eat but unfortunately the one we chose had awful service (and language miscommunication) and they took like 30-40 minutes (I think) to serve us our food. Met Miss Wong at Little India too haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Eavesdropping can do good sometimes. Haha. :) Now more people know about it! I feel so paiseh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I'm worried! I'm worried about promos, I'm worried about holidays, I'm worried about friendship, I'm worried about people, I'm worried about my future, I'm worried about things I lie to myself I'm not worried about. But at the end of every day I want to tell myself I'm happy. :) I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-3637914079879743484?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3637914079879743484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=3637914079879743484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3637914079879743484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3637914079879743484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/eom-eom-eom-eom-eom-eom-eom-eom-eom-eom.html' title='Build blocks with me.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-8638778652027527067</id><published>2009-07-31T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:09:00.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lied to myself again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/?action=view&amp;current=theres.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/theres.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#00CCFF&gt;Today, I blog because I lied to myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm living a high school movie.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#6666FF&gt;I love BLUE &lt;font size=3&gt;BLUE&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size=4&gt;BLUE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-8638778652027527067?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8638778652027527067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=8638778652027527067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8638778652027527067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8638778652027527067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-i-blog-because-i-lied-to-myself.html' title='I lied to myself again.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-8683333809891277973</id><published>2009-07-30T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:09:11.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't go far but you can always dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/?action=view&amp;current=june.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/june.jpg" border="0" alt="it's about you"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#996666 &gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Can't go far but you can always dream.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should've seen the signs &lt;br /&gt;Should've read the writing on the wall &lt;br /&gt;And realised by the distance in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;That I would be the one to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting more hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a screw popped in my Math teacher's head. He's thinking of retiring to Cameron Highlands in 5 years, turning down all the $100+/hr jobs shoved in his face and becoming a farmer. "Facebook, MSN, 24/7". I want that life so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know why I was moody today. But I'm telling myself otherwise. It's not because of you and you and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng Teng cheered me up today by re-enacting scenes from all 3 HSM movies and for a ginormous HSM fan I'd say she's contradicting her love for the show by mocking it. :) But still Zac Efron is not gay! Just because I walk around with the pretty boy's face on my ripped up pencil case you don't have to make fun of him. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the saddest right now because I lost my favourite blue watch 1 week ago in GP class. :( If anyone's seen it (Clubmarc on the back) please return it to me! Sentimental value! Much of it because biggo sister offered to buy it for me after I stared at it for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda wish the world will end. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO-POINT-FOUR TOMORROW!!!!!! OHMAMA WHY AM I STILL UP? Nerves are challenging my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Damn boy, you got me falling.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-8683333809891277973?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8683333809891277973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=8683333809891277973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8683333809891277973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8683333809891277973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-know-you-but-i-want-to.html' title='Can&apos;t go far but you can always dream.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-3921945585828032531</id><published>2009-07-29T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:09:22.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever and almost always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#FF33CC&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;So you'll be mine, forever and almost always.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an ordinary fairy tale land&lt;br /&gt;There's a promise of a perfect happy end&lt;br /&gt;And I imagine having just short of that&lt;br /&gt;It's better than nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-3921945585828032531?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3921945585828032531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=3921945585828032531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3921945585828032531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3921945585828032531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-youll-be-mine-forever-and-almost.html' title='Forever and almost always.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-5215835173454607794</id><published>2009-07-28T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:09:37.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little girls depend on things like that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fx95y0D64CE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fx95y0D64CE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Little girls depend on things like that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 reason why Miley Cyrus is not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favourite song! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-5215835173454607794?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5215835173454607794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=5215835173454607794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/5215835173454607794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/5215835173454607794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-girls-depend-on-things-like-that.html' title='Little girls depend on things like that.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-2965497932738303943</id><published>2009-07-27T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:09:48.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something borrowed, something blue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Smr7nilEjiI/AAAAAAAABYE/Gr0iwSnfuuE/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Smr7nilEjiI/AAAAAAAABYE/Gr0iwSnfuuE/s400/005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362374963053760034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Something borrowed, something blue.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.&lt;/i&gt; - Marlene Dietrich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall leave the day in senseless conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I heard she (a teacher) went with Mr Tong.&lt;br /&gt;ZN: She wears thongs?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog teacher: (on the fashion industry) For example Zara.&lt;br /&gt;"Mr Elwin, when you say Zara are you talking about the Central African country?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianne: What did you do in Chem remedial today?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE A BETTER PERSON. Gotta buy myself a vacuum to suck up that little shiny mean streak in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-2965497932738303943?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2965497932738303943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=2965497932738303943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/2965497932738303943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/2965497932738303943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-borrowed-something-blue.html' title='Something borrowed, something blue.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Smr7nilEjiI/AAAAAAAABYE/Gr0iwSnfuuE/s72-c/005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-3740200993200358882</id><published>2009-07-26T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:42:30.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqT4VnnEU0M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqT4VnnEU0M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too easily swayed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-3740200993200358882?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3740200993200358882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=3740200993200358882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3740200993200358882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3740200993200358882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-easily-swayed.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-2867670827423696914</id><published>2009-07-25T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:10:16.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen up, Kenny Rogers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Smrc6xd2WYI/AAAAAAAABX8/27W-SqszWWM/s1600-h/6776_127687782929_785432929_3157472_651245_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Smrc6xd2WYI/AAAAAAAABX8/27W-SqszWWM/s400/6776_127687782929_785432929_3157472_651245_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362341208607054210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen up, Kenny Rogers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMALADY. Yesterday was such a terrible day. I woke up 20 minutes earlier than usual but my dad's car couldn't start so I paid 11 BUCKS for a cab ride down to school. I only had 7 bucks with me so Gen rushed out to help me. But when we were running back, just when we got there, the uncle shut the gate, locked it, looked up at us like "Sorry, can't help you." then walked away. Arghhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew I was gonna be late I would have bloody hell taken a 45 cent ride on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we went for JTS at Suntec's Kenny Rogers. Irritated the hell out of 5 tables (I was counting). All the other customers either stared at us or shook their heads or ate really fast and got up to leave because there were over 20 of us making too much noise. I wasn't any of them screaming! But come on we're girls. Seemed like they were happy to be rid of us after our super long dinner. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some of us sat by the river outside the Esplanade (Elain chose seats directly in front of a touchy touchy China couple) and took tonnes of pictures with Elain's mega-cool, mega-ex handphone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the dark night, the three Simei people went to sit in the dark bball court to chitchat and got scared out of our wits by firstly, me who jumped up when I heard some ruffling sound behind and secondly, some weirdo old man with his gigantic eyes who asked us why "three pretty girls are out at this late hour". Hahaha. I woke up at 330PM today. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-2867670827423696914?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2867670827423696914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=2867670827423696914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/2867670827423696914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/2867670827423696914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/listen-up-kenny-rogers.html' title='Listen up, Kenny Rogers.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Smrc6xd2WYI/AAAAAAAABX8/27W-SqszWWM/s72-c/6776_127687782929_785432929_3157472_651245_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-6107676623380538670</id><published>2009-07-23T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:10:27.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlefield woes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Smh2rZQUSjI/AAAAAAAABX0/6QmPtUaPxfY/s1600-h/20090630071545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Smh2rZQUSjI/AAAAAAAABX0/6QmPtUaPxfY/s400/20090630071545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361665844270352946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Why does love always feel like a battlefield?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays are fright-days right before Fridays. But today was fantastically bad. We were dismissed at 1140, thank the stars. But there was A level chinese listening exam after that. I fell asleep right before the exam. Come on, put you in a silent room and play symphony music, 3 long pieces in a row, tell me how you'll fare. Only jerked awake because ZN kicked my chair to wake me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking in the library is much fun. But for all the wrong reasons, it felt right. Okay my 20 minutes break from Econs already ended I gotta hurry type type type! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should learn to stop bitching about people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dianne, wanna slamdunk with me?" Hahaha. Unfortunately some people just embarrass you and you don't have anywhere to put your face. Or if you have any face left, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUGBY DINNER TOMORROW! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've gone so far as to not like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-6107676623380538670?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6107676623380538670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=6107676623380538670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6107676623380538670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6107676623380538670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-does-love-always-feel-like.html' title='Battlefield woes.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Smh2rZQUSjI/AAAAAAAABX0/6QmPtUaPxfY/s72-c/20090630071545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-4779859872785523086</id><published>2009-07-19T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:10:39.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running hand in hand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;And Barbie told Ken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SmH_wJuQJOI/AAAAAAAABXs/qnfABlG49MA/s1600-h/bbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SmH_wJuQJOI/AAAAAAAABXs/qnfABlG49MA/s400/bbb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359846234256319714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOM boredom at 1 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I found my article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIFE = PW + SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY COW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When they're happy, they forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When they're sad, they need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-4779859872785523086?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4779859872785523086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=4779859872785523086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4779859872785523086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4779859872785523086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-barbie-told-ken.html' title='Running hand in hand.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SmH_wJuQJOI/AAAAAAAABXs/qnfABlG49MA/s72-c/bbb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-1030886936461515187</id><published>2009-07-18T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:10:53.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up and hurry up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SmHZTvB0_YI/AAAAAAAABXk/C4YuYbbDj4Y/s1600-h/20090718100116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 384px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SmHZTvB0_YI/AAAAAAAABXk/C4YuYbbDj4Y/s400/20090718100116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359803964612476290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, give a stranger one of your smiles. It might be the only sunshine he sees all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear stories anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-1030886936461515187?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1030886936461515187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=1030886936461515187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/1030886936461515187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/1030886936461515187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-give-stranger-one-of-your-smiles.html' title='Shut up and hurry up.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SmHZTvB0_YI/AAAAAAAABXk/C4YuYbbDj4Y/s72-c/20090718100116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-3717974759692636808</id><published>2009-07-17T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:11:06.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall I say it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You make me wanna start a diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elephantana and I thought of the most classic thing to do today. Play hide-n-seek. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SmChoqV53NI/AAAAAAAABXc/9vfrnxwAoio/s1600-h/%E3%80%8E0423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359461276503891154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SmChoqV53NI/AAAAAAAABXc/9vfrnxwAoio/s400/%E3%80%8E0423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SmChoJ-FvlI/AAAAAAAABXU/22bN69CSak8/s1600-h/%E3%80%8E0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359461267814071890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SmChoJ-FvlI/AAAAAAAABXU/22bN69CSak8/s400/%E3%80%8E0425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SmChn3sT-JI/AAAAAAAABXM/rVFn0lcfQRg/s1600-h/%E3%80%8E0426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359461262907668626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SmChn3sT-JI/AAAAAAAABXM/rVFn0lcfQRg/s400/%E3%80%8E0426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SmChnR6gTXI/AAAAAAAABXE/3lacZMtV2Ds/s1600-h/%E3%80%8E0431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359461252766649714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SmChnR6gTXI/AAAAAAAABXE/3lacZMtV2Ds/s400/%E3%80%8E0431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SmChmfKRM4I/AAAAAAAABW8/4bWiSiGcL5w/s1600-h/%E3%80%8E0428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359461239142560642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SmChmfKRM4I/AAAAAAAABW8/4bWiSiGcL5w/s400/%E3%80%8E0428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dumbasses we were. Fine, I suggested hiding behind this banner from Christine and Gen. But we didn't know they could see our fat shadows and see through that kinda huge space below the banner. For 20 mins. Best thing was, I heard footsteps behind me and I thought Jasmine was coming to join us in hiding so I turned around and yelled "RUNNNN!" and shocked some guy out of his wits. Hahaha. I swear I'm never talking to people behind me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had such a workout today. My 2.4km timing is 15.15 for mock run. Today was a long run after a 1-month break from exercise! Since the last training. But had a great workout today after school with some of the rugby girls at least. But I indulged in chicken chop for dinner so I just totally wasted my day training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will people stop telling me my face is growing fatter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JOY, hey buddy, sometimes we mature and we get experiences... so don't think too much about it! Don't underestimate yourself! And just do what comes your way.:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My exam results are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUCCE(ss?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S Chem, U Math, C GP, C Chinese, E Geog, S/U Econs and yeah I only take 6 subjects. No way I'm getting an S for PW. Hahah. SUCCESS. Dammit I've become the joke of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I got C for GP and Chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xiang: Your Chinese is good?!?! You don't look like your Chinese is very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 more minute and I'll still feel the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/26713669-3717974759692636808?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3717974759692636808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=3717974759692636808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3717974759692636808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3717974759692636808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-make-me-wanna-start-diary.html' title='Shall I say it?'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SmChoqV53NI/AAAAAAAABXc/9vfrnxwAoio/s72-c/%E3%80%8E0423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-4207314056067794126</id><published>2009-07-16T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:41:58.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Congratulations LG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-4207314056067794126?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4207314056067794126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=4207314056067794126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4207314056067794126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4207314056067794126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/congratulations-lg.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-845854322046740986</id><published>2009-07-16T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:39:02.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand and squat to stare at the house.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sl8OjRNzwBI/AAAAAAAABW0/TAEHvP8jBew/s1600-h/6120_104390582865_516337865_2052664_291649_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sl8OjRNzwBI/AAAAAAAABW0/TAEHvP8jBew/s400/6120_104390582865_516337865_2052664_291649_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359018080673710098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Go Hawaiian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;s&gt;so much fun&lt;/s&gt; poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Chinese oral &lt;u&gt;exam&lt;/u&gt; today and I couldn't complete my sentences, which led to the teacher desperately trying to read my mind and fill in the blanks for me. :( Talk about failing. The topic was on 2008 Olympics and the table tennis gang winning the silver medal. I started off with "Wo ren wei... Dui bu qi lao shi ni neng cong fu wen ti ma?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese is not my thing! And JW was practically shouting in the teachers' faces. I think they looked stunned. Because the whole hall could hear his conversation hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a little something to snigger about in Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math teacher: When you go to a competition, you tell your opponents I'M GONNA BITCH YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He meant beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay please don't ask me about oral anymore or else my head is going to slap you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhining, Alicia and I went to the library today and one ended up reading a comic book while the other ended up reading about knitting (which kinda hit me... you're an ahma in disguise aren't you? :) and I bumped into a panting Rachel climbing up the stairs. :D Alicia climbs the library stairs as if she's conquering the great wall of China. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today five of us girls from Chinese class were really weird because we spent our half an hour break after lesson standing at the stairwell admiring a house most of us have never seen before right next to the school. It's those kinda fanciful big ones with a modern design. And yeah the maid came out and looked at us. We just stood there for ages, talking about the house and how much we wanted to look in (we did squat down to see as much as we can and got incredibly excited when we saw an oven or something). Okay next time I spot a nice house, I'm not gonna tell anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Harry Potter soon. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-845854322046740986?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/845854322046740986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=845854322046740986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/845854322046740986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/845854322046740986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/stand-and-squat-to-stare-at-house.html' title='Stand and squat to stare at the house.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sl8OjRNzwBI/AAAAAAAABW0/TAEHvP8jBew/s72-c/6120_104390582865_516337865_2052664_291649_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-3564707907427446667</id><published>2009-07-14T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:11:24.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs make you feel that way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh I wish I could tell somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But there's no one to talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because although I had to rush to NLB to find EoM stuff, Loopy met me there and we had dinner at her place. :) Stayed out with her and Gerald for supper somewhere far from the east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: My guineapig keeps scratching herself until she bleeds.&lt;br /&gt;Loopy: Then you should make her wear... muffins.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Muffins?!&lt;br /&gt;Loopy: What's that thing you put on your hands?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You mean MITTENS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people never change... unfortunately. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I could share something with somebody now! Anybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have suddenly realised after my SUUU results for JCTs (B for Chinese hahaha) that I need to mug. I'm in the spirit now so don't stop me. :) And I hope they moderate Econs so that I won't be 0.3 marks away from an S. So I can make it sound nicer. SSUU. Haha, on my way to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is a VJ reject. Everybody in TJ is boring. OMG I still can't believe I owe Shahirah bubble tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-3564707907427446667?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3564707907427446667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=3564707907427446667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3564707907427446667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3564707907427446667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-i-wish-i-could-tell-somebody-but.html' title='Songs make you feel that way.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-569433123972506682</id><published>2009-07-11T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:11:37.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chamber of secrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SljRTsQSVCI/AAAAAAAABWs/Gs5BiAszhC0/s1600-h/5694_101815118196_789478196_2075317_3701305_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SljRTsQSVCI/AAAAAAAABWs/Gs5BiAszhC0/s400/5694_101815118196_789478196_2075317_3701305_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357261892984394786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;It's not much. But it's home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm IFing!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having PE because after PE I perspire like I just swam in River Nile and everyone will ask me if I just bathed even though it's 3 periods past PE. Oh the curse of thick hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had the funniest talk with Ayesha about her SUMMIT aka my rugby ball. :) She's such a sick person. Hahaha. Thank the stars for humour in the midst of my boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for forever for 3 o'clock to come. "Self-training" turned out to be playing at the beach at ECP. But we had fun drawing figures in the sand. Gen admitted she's an idiot. :D And we drew a replica of my Facebook wall. :) Went to Gen's house after that to have hours of card games and even though I was the only one who didn't know how to play taiti, I survived 5 rounds without losing. Beginner's luck? More like I have hidden talent LOL. LC and Elena were reallyyy scared of Gen's fat dog Oreo. Oh and we were IFing the whole time. Heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"How do you make Lady Gaga laugh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You poke her face."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should use the computer only ONCE A WEEK. Empty promises. I talk too much. JCT results are so bad. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-569433123972506682?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/569433123972506682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=569433123972506682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/569433123972506682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/569433123972506682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-not-much.html' title='Chamber of secrets.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SljRTsQSVCI/AAAAAAAABWs/Gs5BiAszhC0/s72-c/5694_101815118196_789478196_2075317_3701305_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-4042547614238367333</id><published>2009-07-08T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:31:37.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I will thank you if you draw me an apple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Cherylanne to SAC yesterday cause she needed someone to barge into SAC with her and make her whole class scream cause she's back from Aussie. She's got the accent. Wow that is soooo not the Cherylanne I knew! It's only been 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap. Sam's leaving tomorrow and I didn't get to see her. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a last-minute decision to go watch Transformers with ZN today. :D Yes Megan Fox is attractive. But it comes with a but. She's nothing different from other hot hollywood actresses no? I strangely liked the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; part. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I hope when I get back exam scripts tomorrow I won't have any reaction. I mean. It's just JCTs right. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I got nothing to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-4042547614238367333?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4042547614238367333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=4042547614238367333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4042547614238367333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4042547614238367333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream-on.html' title='Dream on.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-1161516630032288202</id><published>2009-07-06T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T04:26:16.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've played Neopets today, have you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-1161516630032288202?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1161516630032288202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=1161516630032288202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/1161516630032288202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/1161516630032288202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-played-neopets-today-have-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-174629592835512901</id><published>2009-07-06T00:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T04:25:50.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's black! It's white!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Print My Message&lt;br /&gt;In The Saturday Sun&lt;br /&gt;I Had To Tell Them&lt;br /&gt;I Ain't Second To None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SlDgEo_ogII/AAAAAAAABWc/bTY9QX76KS8/s1600-h/%E3%80%8E0196edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355026327271932034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SlDgEo_ogII/AAAAAAAABWc/bTY9QX76KS8/s400/%E3%80%8E0196edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY EXAMS-ARE-OVER WEEKEND! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plans to celebrate by watching Transformers was screwed up because the movie was sold out all around town. Down at Orchard, people couldn't resist staring, pointing and laughing at a big bunch of people in algae suits strolling down the street. We didn't ask for ugly uniforms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, exams ended with a bang. And by bang I mean the world crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again. There were &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; exciting moments. Like how the teacher fell on her butt when talking in the classroom (apparently she tripped over someone's bag). And like how Rachel head-bumped a teacher and made her pissed (and only I saw it) HAHAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when I got home I found out I got a NEW GUINEAPIG! Which is currently nameless. :) But the cute thang is unstoppable when it comes to running round and exploring the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He stays near the vegetable park." Hahaha. Valerie pronounces festival as vegetable and it's hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bring on the Monday rain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-174629592835512901?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/174629592835512901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=174629592835512901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/174629592835512901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/174629592835512901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-black-its-white-they-print-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SlDgEo_ogII/AAAAAAAABWc/bTY9QX76KS8/s72-c/%E3%80%8E0196edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-1607187030426481849</id><published>2009-06-29T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:42:48.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Principal: The school has decided to postpone the JCTs... (at this point all mouths were open)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BY 15 MINUTES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS BLOGGER NOT UPLOADING MY PICTURES?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to show you the cutest half-blood-looking Korean guy I've seen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally dump Econs and Geography. Lady marmalade. Gotta work hard for Chem and Math now! Woots! :) The worst is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Mummy's birthday yesterday and I bought trick candles! Haha. She tried blowing them out 3 times before realising they were trick candles. But they started sparkling. So scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I turned friends down to go out and I'm here using the computer. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I hate that I love you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Roy heard that "Mitchell" Fox is a transvestite. Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-1607187030426481849?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1607187030426481849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=1607187030426481849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/1607187030426481849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/1607187030426481849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/principal-school-has-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-1622292333779338688</id><published>2009-06-26T15:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:00:40.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mum messaged me at 8.49AM to tell me Michael Jackson is dead. It's like a whole Elvis legacy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News I never thought I would hear in the morning. I wanna hear &lt;em&gt;SCHOOLS ARE CLOSED!&lt;/em&gt; That's only because I haven't finished studying for JCTs and I couldn't resist coming online. I think to myself, where does Loopy get the time to go for movies, facials and come online?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. I had the weirdest dream today. Prince Charming turned into a lion, but a handsome one. :D I shall leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lucky the dog came over to my house today. :) He's so cute. I was playing hide and seek with him and he hid under my bed right below where I was hiding, waiting for me to expose myself, but his tail was sticking out from under the bed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall tell myself not to blog until JCTs are over! YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-1622292333779338688?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1622292333779338688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=1622292333779338688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/1622292333779338688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/1622292333779338688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-mum-messaged-me-at-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-1213832181922413483</id><published>2009-06-24T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:01:26.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SkHbEV7WEGI/AAAAAAAABVE/NyzpWAjdhiw/s1600-h/IMG_4975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350798699944874082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SkHbEV7WEGI/AAAAAAAABVE/NyzpWAjdhiw/s400/IMG_4975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Within me&lt;br /&gt;It tugs on&lt;br /&gt;My heartstrings&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a sky of silver gray&lt;br /&gt;Just a narrow passageway&lt;br /&gt;Just a song cut off halfway&lt;br /&gt;Just another Monday rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you're older, all of you will be gay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="320" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0JccudODwwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0JccudODwwY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredibility can be munched on. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't let into school by the guards today because I was in shorts. And "Sorry girl, but PDP shirts are not allowed because there's no more PDP." Wowee mun. That totally explains why I just saw a bunch of people walk out of the school gate in school-based shirts and in shorts. I wasn't gonna go home to get my school skirt just to waltz in to take my homework. 3 pieces of paper. I thank Xiang and her friend for helping me get it. :D:D:D So happy to see familiar faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's hardly any time left to study and schools are not gonna close next week. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-1213832181922413483?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1213832181922413483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=1213832181922413483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/1213832181922413483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/1213832181922413483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/within-me-it-tugs-on-my-heartstrings.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SkHbEV7WEGI/AAAAAAAABVE/NyzpWAjdhiw/s72-c/IMG_4975.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-8448660524377351471</id><published>2009-06-22T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:25:41.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sj71davGSJI/AAAAAAAABU8/7FBEx4mmZbI/s1600-h/20090527083309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sj71davGSJI/AAAAAAAABU8/7FBEx4mmZbI/s400/20090527083309.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349983293104605330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizzle shizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still secretly hoping schools will close before they open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do for an hour on the computer, I seriously don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A54Jt5yJeBU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A54Jt5yJeBU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH THIS. It's like, TS turned bad. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-8448660524377351471?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8448660524377351471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=8448660524377351471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8448660524377351471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8448660524377351471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/fizzle-shizzle.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sj71davGSJI/AAAAAAAABU8/7FBEx4mmZbI/s72-c/20090527083309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-4752012971857302055</id><published>2009-06-19T02:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T03:34:07.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My eyes are turning red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;June 19th bedtime: 330AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't studying! Just pretending to be real good at multi-tasking. Counselling Sharmaine junior in the dead of the night because she doesn't have any motivation to study. Like I have any. :/ And then a sudden urge to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's so lucky, she's a star.&lt;br /&gt;But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart thinking,&lt;br /&gt;If there's nothing missing in my life,&lt;br /&gt;Then why do these tears come at night?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy, this song is stuck in my mind! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV reminds me that Nick Jonas' face has fallen off my wall. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1dGSC2ZoK9s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1dGSC2ZoK9s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-4752012971857302055?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4752012971857302055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=4752012971857302055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4752012971857302055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4752012971857302055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-eyes-are-turning-red.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-7656112332316693971</id><published>2009-06-18T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:05:00.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to find a day to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) File my subject notes.&lt;br /&gt;2) Clear my Facebook requests.&lt;br /&gt;3) Find out who the people who added me on Facebook actually are. (Augusto Babara, Ginette Ry, Tracy Yong?)&lt;br /&gt;4) Stick my fallen posters back up on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;5) Clear my dust-covered ledge.&lt;br /&gt;6) Quit the bubble tea addiction.&lt;br /&gt;7) START MUGGING FOR JCTs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to find that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HEY LOOPEE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-7656112332316693971?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7656112332316693971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=7656112332316693971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/7656112332316693971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/7656112332316693971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-to-find-day-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-7410647313476000528</id><published>2009-06-17T18:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:46:46.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some lady we thought was really nice at first chased us out of the function room at Su Jan's condo today. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's how it happened. I met Peiyi for lunch and Ying Hua happened to pass by and join us. We planned to study at the expo but they're holding some convention so the halls were flooding with men in ties. And our next plan was to study at Su Jan's since Peiyi was going to her house for a party. So Su An let us in and we settled down for a good 20 minutes before this woman brought her son in and asked if she could turn down the lights. Then she asked us which school we're from, what we're doing, all in a really nice manner. Right before she raised her voice and said she'll call the manager to chase us out because the room should not be used for personal purposes. :/ We weren't even talking. We just SAT THERE writing. She just wanted to let her son have the whole room to sleep WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why can't ya'll study at home?"&lt;br /&gt;The same reason why your son can't sleep at home mam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su An's reaction to the story was quite funny. "Tell her next time she have a BBQ, her friends are not allowed to come in, she cook already then bring out to let them eat!" Well I didn't exactly get any studying done, more like stoned abit at Math in her house before Su Jan came home and talked and what seems like the top of her voice. Was chased away before the SAC badminton gathering. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet is being an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Gen. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SjZp-5UfiJI/AAAAAAAABTk/5iQuFDjwOQ4/s400/4875_92004488733_598523733_1815161_7116471_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347578136808622226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SjZpq7XD3zI/AAAAAAAABTc/zn-mLYVLVrA/s1600-h/4875_92004453733_598523733_1815156_1657928_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SjZpq7XD3zI/AAAAAAAABTc/zn-mLYVLVrA/s400/4875_92004453733_598523733_1815156_1657928_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347577793758879538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet me on Facebook. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PALAWAN BEACH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY finally. The much talked about 4/8 outing that seemed so far away 2 weeks ago. :) Okay over the weekend I made up my mind not to go because I had to start studying for JCTs (June Common Tests) but this morning Tsin Ning scolded me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; for staying home to study. :) Then Loopy called and she passed the phone around the class when they were at Vivo Superdog to ask me to come. I thought Geraldine was a man over the phone! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave in to my temptations and to my stupid lies that bringing my econs notes there will help me start studying. But I met Joy at Tanah Merah then took a super duper long train ride to Vivo. We hopped on the monorail (Sentosa MRT for those who dunno what it is :) and there were 3 stops. We hopped off the second stop but didn't realise we were at the third and final stop. So we kept calling people at the beach and we got mixed up and kept taking the monorail back and forth. :D ...Until we found out that there were only 2 stops because the first of the 3 was called "future development". So embarrassing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the beach and finally met people. Played ball and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; hit a pair of girls a thousand times. Heh heh heh. Until they finally decided to leave our spot. I heard there were 2 girls making out in the water or something like that. Hahaha I missed the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so hungry we went to Vivo after that but had a hard time deciding on dinner. So we split and I went to Subway to eat with Joy my dear, Ruoen (haha I'm updating my blog now because of you) Geraldine and Sarah Anne who looks like she's grown over the months. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long ride home and I got a call from my PW teach to find out I have PW to do tomorrow! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be sleeping soon because I'm gonna meet Junrui to study at NLB tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOUCH RUGBY CAMP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SLACKEST CAMP IN THE UNIVERSE BUT THE MOST MEMORABLE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our schedule:&lt;br /&gt;"Catch that lizard" or some catching, pull-the-tail-off-your-friend's-butt game &gt; Hide and seek &gt; Some game to collect questions about seniors pasted around the school then answer them &gt; Really long and entertaining water bomb game &gt; KFC dinner &gt; Movie marathon and senior's farewell "celebration" &gt; Bedtime at 5+AM &gt; Movie marathon &gt; Handover &gt; Home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha nowhere in the schedule did you see "training" did cha? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all the other PDPs slogged away, like guitar doing pumping (poor Tsin Ning got a scraped knee) and OAC doing silent night activities, we were having movie marathon throughout! HEEHEE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catching the lizard game was damn fun. When 3 seniors came for me I totally laid on the floor at top speed so they won't get the tail from my butt. But I think from photographic evidence Shaoyun got it from the super flipping. But Berlinda was the best at protecting her tail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water bomb was hell lot of fun! In the end the juniors took water guns and bombarded the seniors and Dyane wanted to stay clean and fresh so she ran away. She went to hide behind a teacher's car for a really long time but in the end when she got back, Leechuang totally dunked her with a pail of water. :) Like how Leechuang, Elena, Elain and Christine kept dunking me with pails of water when I least expect it. Seriously I was at the wrong place at the wrong time so many times. :( I kenna-ed it for 5 times and drank some water. The best was I was laughing and clapping so hard at Xiang getting dunked that I didn't expect it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Step Up, Inkheart (so freaking nice!) then the juniors surprised the seniors with the personalised boards we made for them! :) Celebrated the June babies' birthdays as well although I sang Happy Birthday to Xiang all 3 times. LOL! Those who lived up to 5+AM, haha, were so incredibly dead in the morning. I slept through half of Princess Diaries and woke up to watch the people dancing at the ball. Yeah and in the morning, juniors woke up at 730AM and we watched the seniors sleep till 930AM! :) Just sat and watched. Haha. Finally they woke up and I bet on Dyane to sleep in the latest and I won woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquamarine and Marley and Me later but I couldn't bear watching the latter because I would cry over Flubby. :( So I played watergun with Leechuang. Oh and there was handover after that. GEN'S CAPTAIN OF TOUCH RUGBY! :D Although "it wasn't planned" hahaha. Bubble tea with Leechuang, Elena and Dyane afterwards, talking about pearls that grow bigger over time. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the ultra long post. I'm gonna sleep now. Tomorrow's gonna be so long I hope I don't fall asleep outside and forget to come home. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-784867932187811958?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/784867932187811958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=784867932187811958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/784867932187811958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/784867932187811958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/meet-me-on-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SjZp_bOKdJI/AAAAAAAABT0/Ca1B82WVBNQ/s72-c/4675_87712499233_576449233_1961486_3310080_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-2427658374667756053</id><published>2009-06-01T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:02:33.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're the voice I hear inside my head&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much ZN for being so caring when I got screamed at by my PW teacher today for the &lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt; work my group has been doing, and for us being &lt;em&gt;stupid people&lt;/em&gt;. I'm really sorry I wasn't in the right state of mind to answer your calls and got you all worried! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long walk of 4-5 bus stops really got my head cleared up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, PW sucks. I know you don't wanna hear it cause you've heard it too often. But it's really hard when I know I'm giving it alot of my effort and knowing it's just not enough. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end my rant here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN! marathon was awesome. Loopy came to join the Touch Rugby girls running 4km and I'm really proud of us both! It was right after Pizza Hut dinner so imagine how tough it was for us. Heehee. The 10 rounds around the field without slowing a step was an awesome yet draining experience. But hey we set a record huh? We Rugby people played rugby till the dead of night (haha) then I hung out with Gen, Elena, Elain and ZN until past midnight. Or until 130AM when Ayesha came to join ZN and I and we tossed some balls around before going to bathe till 3AM. And Raihan kept stealing Ayesha's clothes off the toilet door and I got accused for doing so. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4AM, when ZN was already sound asleep, Gen said she was really bored and hungry, so we took a freaking long walk to Bedok inter and saw many TJCians sleeping at Macs. We bought food and ate and talked about the funniest things on earth - like inward farts that you can't deny happen to you - and we met a woman who was talking to herself, chanting in different languages and shouting at some point of time. She even came up to us and asked if we had 2 bucks to spare but 3 of us didn't bring our wallets and Gen was blur enough but luckily said no. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elain and Gen were super drunk on the way back. Elain drunk on polo sweets, where she mistook a construction crane light for a red star and she was like a 5 year old kid who had just found treasure. And Gen just couldn't walk straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to school at around 6AM, the rest went to lie under the stars to chitchat while I lay out my sleeping bag in the middle of nowhere, all by myself, to go sleep. You know when you're tired and your eyes can't open, you don't really care who's lying around you or what's gonna happen to you if it rains in the open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the music came. The music. Loud loud music. Blasted off at 650AM, WTH. I didn't realise I was in the same hour until I saw my phone with thousands of missed calls. And I just lay there staring at the sky from the grand stand until this hand waved over me and I jumped in shock to find ZN sitting hovering above me. HAHAHA. Weird girl watching me sleep? :) Went to wash up and I met 4 seniors around the area and was invited to Macs yet again for breakfast. Considering there was alot of time to spare I just went along and got to learn some stuff. :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then. When we set up our chocolate fondue stall for the carnival which no one bothered to attend, I fell asleep after being rejected selling the foodstuff. Haha. I kept falling asleep, whether sitting up or lying down. :) But sleeping on the bench quite shiok leh. I was just awfully afraid I might kick someone in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I slept from 3PM to 540AM the next day and went for Blacks Fun Touch, Rugby competition. In which 4 of our seniors placed FIRST in the Plates category which is awesome much! They got trophies! So proud of them. But there was this point of time it got really weird because 2 of our senior teams competed against each other, knowing they'd both be fighting for trophies. :( But everyone did an awesome job! And the juniors too! We fought really hard. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then. Kovan's Xin Wang for lunch where I sat with a really mad bunch of people, especially Dyane who made me fall for her disco joke and who kept singing and dancing to Chinese songs that I didn't know. :D And she danced with Ziying that made Ziying crack up so badly she was kneeling on the floor in the restaurant laughing her head off and making everyone laugh at her laughing. LOL. I realised Xinyi's really good at guessing Chinese songs while I'm the blurhead. Haha. Only when Ziying sang an English song I responded. LOL! It was terrible terrible fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I followed Christine and Denise to take an expressway bus to Tampines (which was so fast it scared me) and chatted with Shimin and Szewan on the whole way back, until it was only left with Szewan and I and she was &lt;em&gt;talking too much,&lt;/em&gt; hahaha. :) I think that bus ride was damn fun. Because well, just like how it just hit Ziying, it just hit me that the seniors are leaving. :( And there was a time when we were all scared of them. Now it just feels as if I want them to retain and stayback for us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be another sucky day for PW. Let's all smile and pretend the world's made of playdough now shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-2427658374667756053?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2427658374667756053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=2427658374667756053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/2427658374667756053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/2427658374667756053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-voice-i-hear-inside-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-679574181336784424</id><published>2009-05-29T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:05:19.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS WHAT TEDDY IS LOOKING AT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sh-Wa4CH2EI/AAAAAAAABTU/ZePCaTpFcys/s1600-h/DSC00918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341153071546751042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sh-Wa4CH2EI/AAAAAAAABTU/ZePCaTpFcys/s400/DSC00918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It takes a night to make it dawn&lt;br /&gt;And it takes a day to make you yawn, brother&lt;br /&gt;And it takes some old to make you young&lt;br /&gt;It takes some cold to know the sun&lt;br /&gt;It takes the one to have the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to blog for a week now but I just haven't had the time! And sleep is my dream right now. On Wednesday I fell asleep in FOUR CLASSES, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was awesome to the mark. :) Went for Touch Rugby competition and we did an incredible job coming in 7th position! Haha. Which is possibly the highest achievement in TJ Touch Rugby history LOL! The scores were TJ-TP: 8-0, TJ-JJ: 4-3, TJ-RJ: 0-5 and TJ-LFS: 0-7. We almost lost hope in getting into quarter-finals and it came as quite a shock. But that led us back to our next competitior, which was AGAIN LFS, and this time they beat us with a score of 0-6. If you were wondering what LFS is, it's some French school I don't know the name of but the girls are definitely younger and some way bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and besides getting trashed by "little children", we ran into some trouble with some of them as well. The biggest sized one of all, namely the one who got force-subbed out of the field more than twice for playing too rough, shouted WHAT THE HELL when Yuanting caught her. And there were some other incidents where they were being rude and all. Plus that big sized one pushed Xiang down with her shoulder, and a smaller shorter girl slapped Xiang on the shoulder for no random reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Demon child and their mother." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of myself that I scored ONE TRI during the TP game because I'm the blurrest member on the team, I kinda surprised myself. :) HEH HEH. And I met Joan Lim, Melissa Tee and Sharmain Lim there, somewhere in the woods of Bukit Timah playing rugby, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan: You cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You spent five minutes talking to me and you JUST realised I cut my hair?&lt;br /&gt;Joan: You spent five minutes talking to me and you DIDN'T EVEN realise I cut my hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I was there for at least 20 minutes of the celebration at BK and Xiang was betting that my second tomato would fall out of my burger after my first fell on the floor. She reminded me 3 times it was gonna fall out. And it did, right in my lap. "See I told you!!!" Haha. The seniors are really funny. I can't believe it was their last training yesterday, it's toooo soon! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raihan was massaging my arms today because she wants to be a physiotherapist when she grows up hahaha! I'm aching because of the piggybacking drill yesterday although I got the privilege of piggybacking the lightest senior there, Yuanting! Haha. I really awfully pity her when we had to swap roles and she had to carry me across the soccer field because it was like a mouse trying to lift an elephant. :D She's sooo skinny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today we were fooling around in class after Mr Rajesh gave us a free GP period. Considering it's the last day of school and the term, plus it's a FRIDAY, plus we always welcome breaks, it was awesome just chatting for one and a half hours (because we forgot about lunch). And Raihan randomly put her arms around Ayesha's neck and said "Carry me carry me", LOL. Damn cute. :) And then we were showing the world Valerie's stoning video taken with ZN's phone where she stoned in the direction of the camera but never realised it was filming. Haha! So if you make fun of my ezlink card picture again Val, I will blackmail you with the video. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rushing for CAN marathon! :) Cause we're staying over I think. Gonna be quite fun I hope. And I can meet Loopydoodles yay! Sooo... I hope you don't miss me. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-679574181336784424?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/679574181336784424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=679574181336784424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/679574181336784424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/679574181336784424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-takes-night-to-make-it-dawn-and-it.html' title='THIS IS WHAT TEDDY IS LOOKING AT.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sh-Wa4CH2EI/AAAAAAAABTU/ZePCaTpFcys/s72-c/DSC00918.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-6139689920817427004</id><published>2009-05-20T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:23:47.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daryl says I look like Boo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ShP8a2bB80I/AAAAAAAABTM/yn2BUz-2o38/s1600-h/4341_78932809810_703604810_1778904_200148_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ShP8a2bB80I/AAAAAAAABTM/yn2BUz-2o38/s400/4341_78932809810_703604810_1778904_200148_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337887521579856706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't laughed at Valerie's funny faces in a long time. Hope you're feeling better though! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the day! TJ-VJ bball match! The score was 58-104 if I'm correct, VJ won of course. But I think TJ bball girls including He Ran and Ng Teng are freaking awesome! :D He Ran was really like Alicia quoted, "a Raylia of hope", HAHAHAHAHA! I think TJ supporters practically overcrowded the court and the SC did the Fight Kill cheer which by the way if you didn't know, said fast fast can sound very wrong. :D Heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Raylia was damn cool scoring all the goals. Especially when she intercepted the ball passing between VJ people like thrice or so and ran across the court like a one-man-show and scored. And the last 3 seconds of the game were so exciting or like quote Alicia again, "High School Musical". LOL. Because most of the crowd was counting "THREE... TWO..." and then there was some voice somewhere going "HE RAN SHOOT!" and she made a 3-pointer shot but unfortunately at "ONE!!!" the ball hit the net and bounced off. But to think that TJ bball only has 7 players and that doesn't even meet the minimum of 12, and they didn't have too many players to sub, coming in 4th is way awesome. I applaud them! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Alicia, Mei Ling, Ayesha and I left the basketball centre we heard there was no chartered bus coming to pick us up. But when we were walking off, some bus came and said they were taking all ITE students. The aunty allowed us four to get up on the bus anyway, so we can drop at ITE Simei. We settled down and all but the uncle told us to get out of his bus. :/ And right after we did, the entire TJ crowd got up the bus, we didn't even come close to squeezing in again. We had such nice seats kay. :( So after much cursing aloud, we walked away and Ayesha attempted to seduce taxi drivers to stop for her (hahaha) and we cabbed back to TJ to have lunch opposite school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun. :) Then I came home and slept through the day because sleep has been running away from me. And when I got up at 725 I thought it was already the next day and I didn't do all my homework. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT PHONE TO GET? Within a nice budget please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do not have a target. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-6139689920817427004?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6139689920817427004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=6139689920817427004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6139689920817427004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6139689920817427004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/daryl-says-i-look-like-boo.html' title='Daryl says I look like Boo.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ShP8a2bB80I/AAAAAAAABTM/yn2BUz-2o38/s72-c/4341_78932809810_703604810_1778904_200148_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-6967933307659353496</id><published>2009-05-19T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:17:06.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want someone to tell me it's all okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Rule #18:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Say hello to your enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna say something you've heard way too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE SCHOOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not okay with the workload. I'm not okay with the standards expected of me. I'm not okay with with PW because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey fun, I've been looking for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-6967933307659353496?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6967933307659353496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=6967933307659353496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6967933307659353496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6967933307659353496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-someone-to-tell-me-its-all-okay.html' title='I want someone to tell me it&apos;s all okay.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-7659904582626998998</id><published>2009-05-18T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:51:19.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing by and waiting at your back door.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ShFygBYZlwI/AAAAAAAABTE/Js6nvd4FEWk/s1600-h/20090424220032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337172927862904578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ShFygBYZlwI/AAAAAAAABTE/Js6nvd4FEWk/s400/20090424220032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please don't tell me&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the story&lt;br /&gt;Don't close the book on me&lt;br /&gt;Don't you close the book on me&lt;br /&gt;We're going seperate ways&lt;br /&gt;We'll meet up on another page&lt;br /&gt;Don't close the book on me&lt;br /&gt;Don't you close the book on me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Rule #77:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Don't look behind you if it isn't any good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish... I could stop procrastinating, I actually understood Math, Chem and Econs and I would stop daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I knew what new phone model to get. Singtel isn't fair to me. G900 = out of production. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend will be a super busy weekend. I let Gen talk me into treating me to the choir concert. But it's Hairspray so I don't exactly have any complaints. :) Then on Saturday there's gonna be band concert. Hehe. Go ZN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love today's lessons, particularly because Chinese was super relaxing (we got to do our own work) and Geog was cancelled. Which meant we ended at 3PM gasp! That's sooo early. But ZN, JW and I still had to take a makeup Math test. And ZN and I were excitedly singing You Belong With Me in Econs lecture today, we didn't realise we were getting really loud. Ended up laughing like crazy. :D Haha ZN, I'll never let you forget about looking like an ahma in the library! Our reaction was reallyyy funny. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-7659904582626998998?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7659904582626998998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=7659904582626998998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/7659904582626998998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/7659904582626998998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-dont-tell-me-its-end-of-story.html' title='Standing by and waiting at your back door.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ShFygBYZlwI/AAAAAAAABTE/Js6nvd4FEWk/s72-c/20090424220032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-6577556276744916178</id><published>2009-05-16T17:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:17:32.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think my new heart will love you as much as my old one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Rule #14:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Find your own words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was it out of concern or something more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU ASK A DONKEY TO GET YOU A CUP OF ICED TEA AND THEN BLAME THE DONKEY FOR NOT DOING IT RIGHT.&lt;/span&gt; Who's the real douchebag here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve the Pizza Hut dinner I'm feasting on tonight because training was really long today. But I think small groups are much more fun. :) And waiting for Berlinda to apply her makeup, I mean, sunblock on every single inch of skin is quite a painful task. LOL I'm kidding. Oh oh, we ought to bring cameras to film Elain falling down each training. Hahahaha. And make the compilation for "Wanna fall? Join Touch Rug." Muahahahaha. Awww we love Elain even though falling makes her look like she's got her bra on backwards. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yingtai showed me this version of Hallelujah! Pretty awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cKKzLMKXr2w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cKKzLMKXr2w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-6577556276744916178?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6577556276744916178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=6577556276744916178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6577556276744916178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6577556276744916178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-my-new-heart-will-love-you-as.html' title='I think my new heart will love you as much as my old one.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-4953571639979506457</id><published>2009-05-15T16:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:52:27.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever heard of  a thing called love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:8;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;RULE #62:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Love yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically it's the last day of the school week and the first of mine. Totally zonked out during double period GP today when a really weird full-of-himself relief teacher came in. My PW group was chatting away. Mostly revolving around JW and his obsessions HAHA! But anyway we got screwed pretty bad for PW. We need a realignment of lucky stars I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what I wasted my past 2 hours doing and I'm surprised I've actually adjusted to my new sick-person diet. I haven't eaten much at all today but come to think of it I'm getting kinda, okay, incredibly hungry now. That craving for Macs is never gonna go away until my sore throat does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I don't wanna run during training because so said, when you have flu, you run, you die. I don't wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no more rain. I'm too lazy to meet someone. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston, we have a problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-4953571639979506457?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4953571639979506457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=4953571639979506457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4953571639979506457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4953571639979506457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-you-ever-heard-of-thing-called.html' title='Have you ever heard of  a thing called love?'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-6174027644354730069</id><published>2009-05-14T21:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:02:49.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such things left unsaid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I close my eyes when I get too sad&lt;br /&gt;I think thoughts that I know are bad&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and I count to ten&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's over when I open them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the things that I had before&lt;br /&gt;Like a Star Wars poster on my bedroom door&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could count to ten&lt;br /&gt;Make everything be wonderful again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRIS ALLEN IS IN THE FINALS?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think his vocals landed him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's AI is more than boring for me. I still think the Carrie Underwood year and last year's David-showdown were the best years and since my fave 16-year-old talent Allison got booted this season, I don't feel like watching the finals anymore. I'm not a fan of Gokey but I think his vocals are better than Kris' anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Jillian, I'm sorry your ever-changing-glasses guy got the cut this week. And and can I have the password to your blog pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been home for 3 days now and no, it hasn't been doing me any good. I either sleep through the day, get up in time for meals or TV shows, then head back to dreamland. I've had really funny dreams too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more minutes to 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SgwebWjl9uI/AAAAAAAABS8/raTps3SwdAc/s1600-h/pat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SgwebWjl9uI/AAAAAAAABS8/raTps3SwdAc/s400/pat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335673113787365090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and remember Postman Pat back in those days? Haha. Okto was showing it today and despite myself, I watched the episode. I must say, it was quite entertaining. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I met Loopy yesterday. On webcam. Hahaha. We were fooling around and I was trying to show her pictures while she adjusted her hair and checked her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch the video on ZN's blog. :) We have the same taste. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-6174027644354730069?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6174027644354730069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=6174027644354730069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6174027644354730069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6174027644354730069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/such-things-left-unsaid.html' title='Such things left unsaid.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SgwebWjl9uI/AAAAAAAABS8/raTps3SwdAc/s72-c/pat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-482449394059185732</id><published>2009-05-13T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:44:33.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SgpBHilp1dI/AAAAAAAABS0/CtYnSADGCDw/s1600-h/DSC06311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335148306373400018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SgpBHilp1dI/AAAAAAAABS0/CtYnSADGCDw/s400/DSC06311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Rascal,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were fearless.&lt;br /&gt;You always wanted to prove to me that you could reach the highest bar.&lt;br /&gt;You always wanted to prove to me that you could fly.&lt;br /&gt;You were dreamy.&lt;br /&gt;You always fell asleep in the midst of eating or walking.&lt;br /&gt;You always wanted to bite whoever woke you up.&lt;br /&gt;You were cute.&lt;br /&gt;You always posed for the camera no matter where or when.&lt;br /&gt;You always looked good!&lt;br /&gt;You were naughty.&lt;br /&gt;You always hissed whenever you were upset.&lt;br /&gt;You always wanted to escape from your cage.&lt;br /&gt;And most of all,&lt;br /&gt;You were mine.&lt;br /&gt;You always were, always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace. The whole world loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rascal&lt;br /&gt;February 2008 - May 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-482449394059185732?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/482449394059185732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=482449394059185732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/482449394059185732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/482449394059185732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-rascal-you-were-fearless.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SgpBHilp1dI/AAAAAAAABS0/CtYnSADGCDw/s72-c/DSC06311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-2804046632774095699</id><published>2009-05-09T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:16:14.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You belong with me. Not just now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gen: I wish I had a brother.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't you have one?&lt;br /&gt;Gen: OH YA! I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayesha: Can you get pork from eating swine flu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy: 2 single deckers passed by.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Single deckers?&lt;br /&gt;Roy: Single deckered.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Single deckered?!&lt;br /&gt;Roy: WHAT IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Single deck.&lt;br /&gt;Roy: OHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystel: How do you get a mat (malay ahbeng) confused?&lt;br /&gt;... You put him in a circular room and tell him "go relac one corner la!"&lt;br /&gt;Valerie: What's a mat?&lt;br /&gt;Ayesha: Malay ahlian.&lt;br /&gt;Shakila: Ahbeng la!&lt;br /&gt;Valerie: Huh? How to spell?&lt;br /&gt;Krystel: M-A-T.&lt;br /&gt;Valerie: That's mat what, floormat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing on the park bench thinking to myself,&lt;br /&gt;Hey isn't this easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna quit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-2804046632774095699?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2804046632774095699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=2804046632774095699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/2804046632774095699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/2804046632774095699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-belong-with-me-not-just-now.html' title='You belong with me. Not just now.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-1121429749472698559</id><published>2009-05-01T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T02:26:36.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZACHARY DAVID ALEXANDER EFRON. Labour Day was sweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sfs8IuhwKPI/AAAAAAAABSc/pYFlW-YxZhQ/s1600-h/81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sfs8IuhwKPI/AAAAAAAABSc/pYFlW-YxZhQ/s400/81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330920704549333234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sfs8Ik8JXKI/AAAAAAAABSU/UmHfcihviB4/s1600-h/82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sfs8Ik8JXKI/AAAAAAAABSU/UmHfcihviB4/s400/82.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330920701975682210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sfs8IUj3JaI/AAAAAAAABSM/wwWMMbmP8_I/s1600-h/64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sfs8IUj3JaI/AAAAAAAABSM/wwWMMbmP8_I/s400/64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330920697578857890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sfs8IN8TLvI/AAAAAAAABSE/MoUP6WbB6L8/s1600-h/72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sfs8IN8TLvI/AAAAAAAABSE/MoUP6WbB6L8/s400/72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330920695802310386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sfs8IIcN1GI/AAAAAAAABR8/GqSEuLyLuuo/s1600-h/90.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sfs8IIcN1GI/AAAAAAAABR8/GqSEuLyLuuo/s400/90.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330920694325564514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zhining says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;omgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;zhining says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm dying&lt;br /&gt;ZDAE says:&lt;br /&gt;why you dying&lt;br /&gt;zhining says:&lt;br /&gt;cos&lt;br /&gt;zhining says:&lt;br /&gt;ZAC IS SO HOT HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;zhining says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;ZDAE says:&lt;br /&gt;WTHHHHH!!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA SAY PI LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhining says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;zhining says:&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomgomg&lt;br /&gt;ZDAE says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ZDAE says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;zhining says:&lt;br /&gt;haha zac efron lor x.x&lt;br /&gt;zhining says:&lt;br /&gt;still cant get over his cuteness+hotness+suaveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhining says:&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;zhining says:&lt;br /&gt;zac efron is such a sweet boy&lt;br /&gt;zhining says:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. You cannot get into a serious convo with ZN because she's just gonna interrupt you and tell you about her newfound crush on Zac Efron. Who happens to be my celeb crush for the past 2 years goodness me! No ZN you cannot fight with your own buddy. LOL! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY JILLIAN. I was supposed to follow you to Ikea and I woke up two hours late. :/ And still screamed at you for refusing to move your butt. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Junrui asked me to study with her at airport today! So I waited for her at BK for forever. Hahaha. It was kinda hot and noisy there and we ended up chit-chatting! But I did my Math tutorial and circled the questions I didn't know/left blank - which is all but one. Screw me. And after I finished circling, hahaha, Junrui lemme play with her iTouch! :D So much fun! Then the phone rang. And I had three screaming voices and all I could make out was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"WAHLAU! WHAT THE HELL! WHAT THE PIANG! WAHPIANGEH!"&lt;/span&gt;. Which by the way, made me damn scared thank you! :/ Hahahha. I was late to meet Rah, Meiling, Alicia, Val, JW and ZN at eHub for 17 AGAIN! And apparently due to miscommunication they split up and went to wrong malls for dinner. LOL. I didn't eat dinner. But popcorn and drinks were on the house because it's a public holiday! I love Cathay! But hate that little girl kicking my chair throughout the movie. WTH. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there, we watched JW showoff his drumming skills in the arcade. Which was pretty awesome come to think of it. My goosebumps totally stood. Hahaha. The drumsticks were flying at the speed of light! And he had a large crowd watching him. And there was a guy everyone was saying looks like L from L Change The World and he was dancing like an ape on the dancing machine. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then. 17 AGAIN! :) What I've been waiting for since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOVEMBER 2008&lt;/span&gt;. When I remember watching HSM3 (on November 3rd I think) and telling Joy "Zac Efron has a new movie 17 Again coming out next April" and promising her we'd watch it together. :( I forgot. I'm sorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry. But yes. Everyone walked in with an Efron-is-nothing feeling and came out sputtering of his heat! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote JW, "He's freaking hot. Especially the scene when he came out of the car. OH MY GOD." LOL! And ZN who wouldn't stop raving about his "cuteness" hahaha! But seriously. He's sooo hot. He made Rah and I cry. Hahah! It was pretty funny how it happened. I mean, Zac can act. That's a given. And when he was speaking and crying I was controlling my tears. Then they started escaping my eyes. :( So of course I was worried about embarrassment. Heehee. Rah turned around and was like "I'm tearing!" and she saw my wet face and she started crying too!!! :D HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ZN and I wanna watch it again. Because 17 Again should be watched again! Like really! :) And I promised Loopy I'll watch with her so yes I will keep my promise! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang here comes the Zac meltdown all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no Stacy, you hated him then liked him when I did, then hated him again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we followed ZN all the way to Century Square just to see her run away. Challenged Alicia at basketball in the arcade and she won me by like 500%! LOL. ZN you wasted our time. HAHAH. Then took the bus home with Alicia and heard her one-stop-long story. :) Okay. GPP is officially dead.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-1121429749472698559?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1121429749472698559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=1121429749472698559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/1121429749472698559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/1121429749472698559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/zhining-says-omgggggggggggggggggggggggg.html' title='ZACHARY DAVID ALEXANDER EFRON. Labour Day was sweet.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sfs8IuhwKPI/AAAAAAAABSc/pYFlW-YxZhQ/s72-c/81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-8644442040180567333</id><published>2009-04-30T01:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:21:40.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what you get for waking up in Vegas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SfmtbNiYHwI/AAAAAAAABRs/ZJGwF6Pl0YM/s1600-h/20090415145551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330482316971613954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SfmtbNiYHwI/AAAAAAAABRs/ZJGwF6Pl0YM/s400/20090415145551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A rose that won’t bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Winter’s kept you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Don’t waste your whole life trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To get back what was taken away &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TJW says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;have some self esteem&lt;br /&gt;Banana says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH lost all my self esteem alr la&lt;br /&gt;TJW says:&lt;br /&gt;i think you're hot&lt;br /&gt;ROFL&lt;br /&gt;Banana says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S IT MAN&lt;br /&gt;TJW says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLLL&lt;br /&gt;CHILL LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, Labour Day is here! :) What I've been waiting for. Although not everyone can make it tomorrow for 17 Again, I'm pretty excited for it! Haha. My 6-pack guy, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SfmzSZ6W1CI/AAAAAAAABR0/XXq7YAbsDZA/s1600-h/PI+DIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330488762744362018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SfmzSZ6W1CI/AAAAAAAABR0/XXq7YAbsDZA/s400/PI+DIE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was it possible that I slept at 4AM with no afternoon naps and I'm still up at this hour of night? LOL. We had a mini class gathering on MSN at 2.20AM. Class bonding according to Roy. :) Okay yes. There was the PI curse hanging over our heads. I'm glad my PI had improvements though it still has flaws. And to those who didn't get much sleep through the night, or any sleep at all, sleep in tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I forgot to bring my thermometer. Dunno where it is anyway. But the tens of people that forgot to bring got a 20-minute lecture from the VP about irresponsibility. And it was pretty funny when he had those shouting moments. Like he'd suddenly yell a particular word. Haha. And Shakila agrees when I say he looks like Mr Petrachelli from That's So Raven. If you watched Raven, he was the teacher that wouldn't stop spitting and he looked ultra funnay. :) LOL so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Berlinda is damn cute! She so randomly joined my classmates and I when we were talking to our PW teacher. :) And she thinks she sees herself when she looks at me. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. Adam Lambert is in the bottom 2 this week. :) Yes I do not fancy his screaming and screeching. I do love Allison's voice though. Awesome muchhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I never knew I was gonna run a race but now I'm in it, there's no way out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you don't like me. But I'm sorry I'm in your life. :/&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH LABOUR DAY! :) Ikea, airport, Cathay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-8644442040180567333?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8644442040180567333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=8644442040180567333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8644442040180567333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8644442040180567333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/rose-that-wont-bloom-winters-kept-you.html' title='That&apos;s what you get for waking up in Vegas.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SfmtbNiYHwI/AAAAAAAABRs/ZJGwF6Pl0YM/s72-c/20090415145551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-4696387410588338229</id><published>2009-04-29T16:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:57:47.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm being wronged! :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sfgae-UJRbI/AAAAAAAABRk/CNArcE_WyJc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330039278418871730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sfgae-UJRbI/AAAAAAAABRk/CNArcE_WyJc/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Often times those words get tangled up in lines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;And the bright light turns to night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Oh, until the dawn it brings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm emo. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too many secrets to keep. Too many secrets to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I know it's gossip season and the tongues won't stop wagging. But I haven't done anything wrong have I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-4696387410588338229?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4696387410588338229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=4696387410588338229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4696387410588338229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/4696387410588338229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/often-times-those-words-get-tangled-up.html' title='I&apos;m being wronged! :('/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sfgae-UJRbI/AAAAAAAABRk/CNArcE_WyJc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-8456661886903828292</id><published>2009-04-28T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:23:40.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO HELL WITH PW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SfcTd7BC8YI/AAAAAAAABRc/WTYYRF-UIA0/s1600-h/20090428094910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SfcTd7BC8YI/AAAAAAAABRc/WTYYRF-UIA0/s400/20090428094910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329750088795484546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because we both know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where I'm about to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And we know it very well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say what you need to say. I can take whatever you can tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that can push me so close to my death is PW. It's not that I don't have ideas. It's just that I've always had them but I've never questioned them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY'S PLANS FOR 17 AGAIN MIGHT BE CANCELLED. :( Because everyone's supposed free day has turned into the best day for this and that. Shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just an inch away from the stop that says 'SCREWED UP'. Seriously. I'm being driven out of my own mind. :( I should stop thinking. But I can't because I'm not thinking. OH WTH. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much much lighter note, under the dark sky, I was gossiping with Elenna today. We need action. Fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If hell is bloody, I know where I've been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-8456661886903828292?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8456661886903828292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=8456661886903828292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8456661886903828292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8456661886903828292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-we-both-know-where-im-about-to.html' title='TO HELL WITH PW.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SfcTd7BC8YI/AAAAAAAABRc/WTYYRF-UIA0/s72-c/20090428094910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-3753088071686112146</id><published>2009-04-26T12:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:47:41.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would do it again and again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SfPkOJoHM9I/AAAAAAAABRU/kZXlgpLoNNM/s1600-h/20090425202713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328853715862893522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SfPkOJoHM9I/AAAAAAAABRU/kZXlgpLoNNM/s400/20090425202713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for the millionth time, I don't like him anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went back to rugby for the first time in a long while. And I had no idea my mucus didn't clear yet. So it was especially hard trying to breathe while running 400-400-300-200-100 metres. Oh and the bread I ate 10 minutes before training started didn't exactly wish to stay in my body. I fought against letting it out though. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I managed to fight against my body to last under the sun for the 2 hours. :) It was pretty fun! Berlinda was there to share stories. Oh and I'm not sure why but I aimed the ball at Leechuang's back in the midst of the excitement and threw the ball at her instead of tossing it to someone to catch, which invited quite alot of laughter. Like HAHA, Janna's being weird again. :D Whoops. And I'm really sorry to LC. Heehee. Then there was Shaoyun who dived but her legs got messed up and she didn't even reach the triline yet. Quite a sight. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to shower in school but I completely forgot to bring my soap and shampoo. :/ Ended up borrowing some from other PDP girls who were showering as well. And after showering, Gen was nice enough to accompany me to lunch at KFC, which was perfect for storytelling. So I owe you nothing now Gen!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie and I were good friends and went to support Rah, Shakila and Ayesha at the MCS concert. Actually it was a competition but none of us had any idea. The entire thing was in Malay so we couldn't understand. But our classmates were so cute! Rahrah looked like a 5 year old playing and singing, LOL! And Ayesha looked 5 too! What with the head-bobbing and enthu clapping, muahahaha! And we couldn't spot Shakila until the end came nearer because we were sitting quite far away. :) Her curry puff head. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, puked when I was at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK MY HAIR'S GONNA BE SHORT SOON!!! :) ZN, do you wanna cut it this Friday? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-3753088071686112146?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3753088071686112146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=3753088071686112146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3753088071686112146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3753088071686112146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-for-millionth-time-i-dont-like-him.html' title='I would do it again and again.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SfPkOJoHM9I/AAAAAAAABRU/kZXlgpLoNNM/s72-c/20090425202713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-7330946750509298500</id><published>2009-04-22T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:55:14.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE VIDEO IS SUPERRR FUNNY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TjXE8kxyATY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TjXE8kxyATY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to "prioritise" my time but I was stressed/sleepy when I got home today and came across these HILARIOUS videos while searching for Just For Laughs gags. Hahaha. Spent like 2 hours watching videos to cheer me up. Especially after knowing I failed the Math test I took today. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahirah: Mr Ji, what's the lowest marks? I want to know so I know what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. We had Western today some distance away from school and it was like bitching-cum-Geography session, LOL! :) First from the I'm-So-Significant topic to Harper's Island to Dante's Peak to what kind of lava volcanoes spit out!? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww man. Mr Ho is coming back to teach us Math. :( I scream torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fell asleep on a study table all alone in school doing Chem today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all supporting JW. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZN: (on bitchy mode Volume 3, hahaha) I mean please lah, what if I look at your food and I say "EEE... it looks like SATURATED PEE!"???&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-7330946750509298500?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7330946750509298500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=7330946750509298500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/7330946750509298500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/7330946750509298500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-supposed-to-prioritise-my-time-but-i.html' title='THE VIDEO IS SUPERRR FUNNY!'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-6378373172850067200</id><published>2009-04-19T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:50:38.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can feel your halo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SeoDLqM0tII/AAAAAAAABRE/objdbId3E2U/s1600-h/20090306134649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326073008160552066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SeoDLqM0tII/AAAAAAAABRE/objdbId3E2U/s400/20090306134649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit me like a ray of sun&lt;br /&gt;Burning through my darkest night&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that I want&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm addicted to your light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--- THIS IS WHERE YOU HEAR MY BROKEN THOUGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not okay with my life. I'm just used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--- THIS IS WHERE MY THOUGHTS RECONNECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, everything's white but I'm pretty sure I'm not in heaven. It's just another one of those fainting spells come over me. And damn, it never felt this bad trying to breathe through my nose. Especially when both passages are completely and utterly blocked. It's like... someone just experimented stuffing seventeen thousand milipedes up my nose to see if they all fit. Ewww I just grossed myself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW has not been very friendly to me. It's been shoveling deeper in my brain for some form of "idea" but guess what? I'm all out. 1 more day to complete GPP since Ms Yanti rejected our oh-so-brilliant idea. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ZN, while you're having the time of your life in camp (although you have those "I-HATE-BAND" moments), I'm withering at home with the germs you rubbed off me. Haha. That's what friends are for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are falling apart. People are falling apart. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; are making me fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-6378373172850067200?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6378373172850067200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=6378373172850067200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6378373172850067200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6378373172850067200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-can-feel-your-halo.html' title='I can feel your halo.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SeoDLqM0tII/AAAAAAAABRE/objdbId3E2U/s72-c/20090306134649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-276307744032206226</id><published>2009-04-16T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:42:26.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall when you need to.</title><content type='html'>I checked you off my dreamlist not cause my dream came true.&lt;br /&gt;I checked you off cause you're what they mean by dreams don't come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blogging with my sister's phone! It's fun but it takes forever to type. I'm sick and i wish i didn't have to go to school tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-276307744032206226?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/276307744032206226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=276307744032206226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/276307744032206226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/276307744032206226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/fall-when-you-need-to.html' title='Fall when you need to.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-7007142581398524566</id><published>2009-04-15T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:58:12.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm having trouble saying what I mean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SeWoLbNh62I/AAAAAAAABQ8/MSWzELPboBY/s1600-h/weheartit6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324847048672013154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SeWoLbNh62I/AAAAAAAABQ8/MSWzELPboBY/s400/weheartit6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Here in town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;You can tell he's been down for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;But my God it's so beautiful when the boy smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Wanna hold him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Maybe I'll just sing about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----&lt;p&gt;We saw 3 rainbows during volleyball yesterday. :) It meant hope. I'm sure.&lt;p&gt;NYP joining us for training every week from now on?! Awww man, we're gonna have to play against them every training and show them how flimsy we are! This is embarrassment.&lt;p&gt;12 MORE MINUTES to when I promised myself I would get off the computer. 2 Econs essay outlines, 1 Chinese test and 1 Chem test is enough to make me feel like sleeping in the whole day when tomorrow comes. :(&lt;p&gt;I had no clue it was Pet Day today or whatever the day is named. But yeah I got a huge shock when I saw dogs in school. The dog owners got a chance to parade their pets on the track but I couldn't quite get past the crowd to catch the dogs' faces. I did see their butts though. LOL.&lt;p&gt;OH! And there was a HILARIOUS conversation in class today. Some guy in my Chinese class (I don't exactly know his name) pronounced 'cement' as 'semen'. LOL!&lt;p&gt;"What's SHUI NI?"&lt;br /&gt;Dianne: Cement.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? I thought SHUI NI is mud? Orh it's semen."&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA. JW was like "You build your house with semen ah?".&lt;p&gt;Dang. And anyway. It's a pretty tough job trying to stay awake in Chem lecture just to keep ZN awake because Mrs Chua was sitting right behind us. But somehow Mrs Chua totally didn't notice ZN's bobbing head. :) And on the way home, some TJ guy's head was a few centimetres from my shoulder because he dozed off and I had to tap him 6 TIMES to wake him up. I think I made him paiseh. Haha.&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where do I go from here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-7007142581398524566?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7007142581398524566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=7007142581398524566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/7007142581398524566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/7007142581398524566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-having-trouble-saying-what-i-mean.html' title='I&apos;m having trouble saying what I mean.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SeWoLbNh62I/AAAAAAAABQ8/MSWzELPboBY/s72-c/weheartit6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-6351344173282543076</id><published>2009-04-13T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:56:01.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save me from myself, you can.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I never knew what this song was about. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SeMHEIEMDpI/AAAAAAAABQ0/mdZa6Do1w1Q/s1600-h/weheartit5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324106951947980434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SeMHEIEMDpI/AAAAAAAABQ0/mdZa6Do1w1Q/s400/weheartit5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; If I could wish upon tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight would never end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you asked me, I would follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But for now, I just pretend&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;----- &lt;p&gt;ZN: Why did you write ZAP on your middle finger?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cause I need to go to the ZAP shop to buy paper later.&lt;br /&gt;ZN: You think you ZAP EFRON ah? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even if I throw myself off a cliff or get zapped by lightning a thousand, million or billion times, I'll never be as lame as this! :/ But thanks to your words ZN, and the drawings of you and your soulmate + ZAP EFRON and I, I managed to stay awake the entire Econs lecture! And I'm proud of you for not sleeping in a single class today. We should bet on drinks more often so you won't fall asleep in class. But if you do, it's still a win-win situation because you get the sleep you want and I get the drink I'm dying for. Hahah! :) &lt;p&gt;Apparently Rachel's doctor prescribes vitamin pills that can keep you awake and energised the entire day even if you sleep at 2AM. We all need to seek that doctor out fast. Haha. &lt;p&gt;Oh yeah blog-readers, STOP ADVERTISING THE BLOG CIRCLE! Hahaha. I wasn't any of them who started advertising their blogs on MSN so I'm safe from the blame. :) Anyway Alicia's imitation of the little kid licking the pillar was the highlight of the day! It's so hard not to think Alicia was the kid herself. LOL! &lt;p&gt;I just heard this on the Ellen show and it was hilarious: "A lot of kids go down to Florida for spring break and it's a very very strange combination of college students and retired people, so you have half the people taking their tops off and half the people forgetting to put their pants on." Hahaha. &lt;p&gt;YAY I managed to blog by 6PM. I've gotta get my butt off this thang and start doing my homework and work on my THIRD DRAFT of PI because the Red Cross Society has just turned into the bloody Red Sea.&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-6351344173282543076?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6351344173282543076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=6351344173282543076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6351344173282543076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/6351344173282543076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/save-me-from-myself-you-can.html' title='Save me from myself, you can.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SeMHEIEMDpI/AAAAAAAABQ0/mdZa6Do1w1Q/s72-c/weheartit5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-3812855203202072528</id><published>2009-04-12T15:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:34:30.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If anyone can make me fall in love, you can.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Can't let the music stop.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SeGnGiMIEjI/AAAAAAAABQs/Sl0YupNqGsU/s1600-h/weheartit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323719965227356722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SeGnGiMIEjI/AAAAAAAABQs/Sl0YupNqGsU/s400/weheartit2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see the sparkle from the million flashlights&lt;br /&gt;A wonderwall of stars &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Have you ever heard the story of man boobs?"&lt;br /&gt;"What story?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yah, you know some men have boobs."&lt;br /&gt;"That's all?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, Econs ain't all that boring when you have Valerie sitting next to you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't had much time to blog about meeting David Archuleta! But it was an incredible moment. Yes he IS chubby but he can sing awesome live and he is so amazingly cute! I still can't believe (gimme a moment to breathe) that I've actually seen him live, had a 6-word conversation with him, got a firm handshake from him and got his autograph! :D You should hear how my aunty and mum talk about how meaty his hand is because he's a short and chubby boy, LOL! Well if you wanna see his pictures, go to my FB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was probably the highlight of the week. And of course someone gave me hope this week. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday night was a hell lot of fun! After rugby, 12 of us headed to a pre-school Gen's mum owns. It was this really classy place with little coloured classrooms and toys all over. I felt like I was back in my own world. Exactly where I belong. Where I keep my heart and soul! Haha. Despite the time and the dark, we actually managed to make the most noise. Heehee. Had some pizza and scares from people staring in from the outside (who wouldn't wonder why a pre-school was operating at 10PM?!). But the best part had to be when Gen's mum unlocked the doors and entered in slow mo, which really had us screaming our heads off. There was this 3-5 seconds silence before we realised it was her mum and we all went "Hi Aunty". Hahaha. :D Dang it was all so fun. Hitched a ride home in Denise's car with many others and had a hearty chat with Elain and Elena on the streets of Simei! I wish we could have chatted longer but my dad was waiting for me. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder how some people sleep through the day. I wonder how I do that.&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/26713669-3812855203202072528?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3812855203202072528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=3812855203202072528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3812855203202072528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3812855203202072528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-anyone-can-make-me-fall-in-love-you.html' title='If anyone can make me fall in love, you can.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SeGnGiMIEjI/AAAAAAAABQs/Sl0YupNqGsU/s72-c/weheartit2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-5372141560282288350</id><published>2009-04-08T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:15:21.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY COUSIN INTERVIEWED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAVID ARCHULETA?!?!?!&lt;p&gt;Why???&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/26713669-5372141560282288350?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5372141560282288350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=5372141560282288350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/5372141560282288350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/5372141560282288350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-cousin-interviewed-david-archuleta.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-8696116041906611575</id><published>2009-04-05T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:19:26.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch me strike a match on all my wasted time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SdhKhtbLglI/AAAAAAAABQk/hVhBbkt9b7s/s1600-h/taylorswift55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SdhKhtbLglI/AAAAAAAABQk/hVhBbkt9b7s/s400/taylorswift55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321084902727975506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's half full&lt;br /&gt;And I won't wait here all day&lt;br /&gt;I know you're saying&lt;br /&gt;That you'd be here anyway&lt;br /&gt;But you're untouchable&lt;br /&gt;Burning brighter than the sun&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're close&lt;br /&gt;I feel like coming undone&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only weekends were a three-day long affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's April already?!?! I'm sorry I wasn't around to celebrate your birthday with you this year Joy! But I know you had fun and I'm glad you're a year older because it just gives you more reason to take care of me. Haha! So Happy Belated Birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grumpy now. I want more chocolate milk! PI has some sort of magic ability to make your hair fall out. And I'm feeling the worst. I'm actually nervous for upcoming tests?! What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I still have the greatest wish to meet David Archuleta this Tuesday. :(&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/26713669-8696116041906611575?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8696116041906611575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=8696116041906611575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8696116041906611575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8696116041906611575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-half-full-and-i-wont-wait-here-all.html' title='Watch me strike a match on all my wasted time.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SdhKhtbLglI/AAAAAAAABQk/hVhBbkt9b7s/s72-c/taylorswift55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-3884727886797924079</id><published>2009-04-04T18:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:54:56.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO MEET DAVID ARCHULETA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY MUST THERE BE SCHOOL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-3884727886797924079?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3884727886797924079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=3884727886797924079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3884727886797924079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3884727886797924079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/dammit.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-3952492436872186715</id><published>2009-04-03T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:36:13.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE SHOULD I START?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SdYZQnWmXXI/AAAAAAAABQc/tiMC0pTudoo/s1600-h/heartit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320467783017192818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SdYZQnWmXXI/AAAAAAAABQc/tiMC0pTudoo/s400/heartit2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "The light is dimmer"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quote A.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll start on Tuesday, when Ms Wong announced Cheng Nee has left the &lt;s&gt;building&lt;/s&gt; school, which came as the biggest shock. We now have 20 girls and 3 guys (or more like 21 girls and 2 guys, including 1 himbo) and I'm pretty confident to say we make the smallest class in school. Or one of.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In some blur state of mind I forgot to wear my tie for Wednesday assembly and chose to be punished and to wear my tie (as the only fool in TJ) on Thursday and Friday. My anger level was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS HIGH&lt;/span&gt; when the DM signed on my tie simply because it's totally defacing personal property. I mean. What's the point of signing on it? It's 8 bucks of fabric I'd like to keep clean yo.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in yesterday's Touch Rug practice, a total of FOUR PEOPLE got injured. Just from the Year Ones. :/ Not to blame it on the new coaches. They're great and the one who took us was like a little package of entertainment. But maybe it was the whole Bimbo Bodies atmosphere seriously settling in. Gen pulled her muscle even more than usual. And during a forefeit where the loser team (and I was in it) had to lie flat on the grass and the winner team rolled over our backs, Xinyi had her ankle sat on, and Jessica started bleeding after falling on her knee during the real game. And I'm a big loser. I scored even before reaching the tri-line (the end), which wasn't even a score, theoretically. And due to my severe lack of diving expertise, I stumbled and my knees swallowed the whole impact, leaving me temporarily paralysed. And now I have a swollen left knee and a stinging cut. And to those who think I'm exaggerating or I'm simply not in that much pain, I'd tell you to try it for yourself! It's not the best fun knowing you're limping around and catching so much attention and hoping you can rush to the toilet in time and return without missing out on anything. No, it isn't the best. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alicia and Roy have created the &lt;strong&gt;Noob Singing Duo&lt;/strong&gt; featuring their "Electricity" and "Danger Zone" singles. Hahaha! I so totally want their songs as my ringtone and it mostly sounds like "pow pow pow" and "beep beep beep" through it. LOL.&lt;p&gt;Sports Day today wasn't brilliant I must say. And since 30/09 was so punctual and Beta happened to be running short of marchers, we went for the marchpast in the hot hot sun where everyone was laughing. Beta cheerleading ran in for second place which was awesome enough so Beta cheerleaders shouldn't be sad about not winning! :) Because life's not always about winning right? Besides the running and the cheerleading I thought Sports Day was boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that, half the class went to Long John's at TM to have CG dinner. Then to Toys R Us where JW scared everyone with the kiap-ing toy. Alicia's reaction when the toy snapped in her face was priceless! :) Oh and fun with the Magic 8 Ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Does Janna suck?" - on Ayesha's Magic 8 Ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Without a doubt"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Does Janna suck?" - on Valerie's Magic 8 Ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Without a doubt"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND JW HAS SUCH A SUPER BIG MOUTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Does &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$"&gt;!@#$&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp;* like Janna?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Decidedly so"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think. ZN, this was on your Magic 8 Ball right? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chatted/gossiped/laughed with Alicia on the bus ride home and limped up the street to my house with my rusting knee.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so the story ends.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is the day blogs come alive. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-3952492436872186715?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3952492436872186715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=3952492436872186715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3952492436872186715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/3952492436872186715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-should-i-start.html' title='WHERE SHOULD I START?'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SdYZQnWmXXI/AAAAAAAABQc/tiMC0pTudoo/s72-c/heartit2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-8532372491132497064</id><published>2009-03-30T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:12:14.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you let the world be stupid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SdCkqd7BsTI/AAAAAAAABQU/oQHBvYro2WY/s1600-h/20080331172115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SdCkqd7BsTI/AAAAAAAABQU/oQHBvYro2WY/s400/20080331172115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318932209418219826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your mama's waiting up&lt;br /&gt;And you're thinkin' he's the one&lt;br /&gt;And you're dancing round your room&lt;br /&gt;When the night ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I've made my point loud and clear. To everyone but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the weekend-long battle with the first draft of our PI, I think I deserve to treat myself to a break. I think we all do. And thanks for the applaud when I used the toilet in record time today. :) You know, I know, I do need to eat more papaya and perhaps, more banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I suck. I really wish my guitar pick would stop dropping into the guitar. Especially when I'm in the middle of a Taylor Swift melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our PW groups were released today and it was one of the most anxious moments yet. :) I was the third or fourth name called out, so my worst was pretty much over, and I think I'll be quite satisfied with my PW group. Raihan, Ng Teng and Jingwen (sway? :)! And there was mass reaction (it was like watching a live movie) when some people found out their groups. Hahaha. My heart sincerely goes out to all who feel unsatisfied. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah anyway. Rachel sprained her ankle in soccer last week and needed about a half hour to climb the stairs (haha I'm exaggerating) so we decided to piggyback her up to Chinese class, from the first floor to the third. Okay I'm really sorry if I injured you in any way or was really wobbly Rachel! Because I'm usually not strong but I wanted to see if I could do it. LOL! :) At least I made it up one storey yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep in makeup Geography today. For about 4 powerpoint slides. And woke up to a shaking table and to a weird smiling face (err....). Then flagged down 38 but hopped on 12 instead. Thank goodness I suggested waiting for 12 Steadymama! :D OKAY. Back to more homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-8532372491132497064?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8532372491132497064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=8532372491132497064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8532372491132497064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/8532372491132497064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-let-world-be-stupid.html' title='If you let the world be stupid.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SdCkqd7BsTI/AAAAAAAABQU/oQHBvYro2WY/s72-c/20080331172115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-1139654337518529024</id><published>2009-03-28T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T02:41:06.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird how I like you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sc5rf9CW0JI/AAAAAAAABQM/56RfN8KrAlE/s1600-h/CAMWHORING2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318306406675697810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sc5rf9CW0JI/AAAAAAAABQM/56RfN8KrAlE/s400/CAMWHORING2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't forget to look before you fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to catch me?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I reach Bugis already"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"BUGIS?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"National Library"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Tampines Library la!" &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you ZN for keeping your promise to meet me at National Library even though there was miscommunication between Roy and I and we landed up at different places. :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realised the library isn't all it seemed to be. It was 1. noisy, 2. crowded and 3. seriously lacking of tables and chairs. Then there was a man and a woman who argued long before ZN reached, something about dropping/picking up books on the floor. And an unreasonable woman who yelled at the top of her voice at a library staff for offering her assistance on the machine. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mad woman: I told you THREE TIMES I don't need your help! STOP asking me if I need help! I didn't even ask you! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The poor library staff just nodded in silence. My mum thinks it's too good free entertainment. So if you're thinking of watching a drama, go to the National Library. Haha. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had some BK at Bugis before heading to Bedok's library where I found the book I was looking for my PI. :) Bedok isn't that bad a library. Oh and the staff are much friendlier than at National, which made me quite pleased. ZN spent most of her time on blogs, am I right? Hahaha. Well, I'd like to think I was rather productive today but some part of me feels strangely upset over the fact I've messed up my PI and had to redo it when I got home. Then there's the reminder of just how much more work I've gotta do before Monday comes. And Monday always comes. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, I wish you know what I'm talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-1139654337518529024?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1139654337518529024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=1139654337518529024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/1139654337518529024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/1139654337518529024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/weird-how-i-like-you.html' title='Weird how I like you.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/Sc5rf9CW0JI/AAAAAAAABQM/56RfN8KrAlE/s72-c/CAMWHORING2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-7523012986952346855</id><published>2009-03-27T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:55:23.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P to the O to the K, E,R,F,A,C,E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My mum loves Poker Face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that ain't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SczVGpFEr1I/AAAAAAAABQE/3sAxuR_AP3c/s1600-h/DSC09861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SczVGpFEr1I/AAAAAAAABQE/3sAxuR_AP3c/s400/DSC09861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317859570100776786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new buddy Telliepoot, whose feet sometimes face the wrong way and whose hands sometimes decide to leave the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF. And on Fridays, I'm higher than my usual self. Well, I did indulge in a 10-hour sleep since 8PM last night with failed attempts to wake myself up, even when Hot N Cold isn't exactly the softest alarm you'd find around, but it was a smiley day because I had enough rest and enough rest is always good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome Janna for waking Krystel up for school. We ran 2.2km yet again today, all the way to Lucky Heights and back. And may I emphasise, when they gave Lucky Heights its name, they seriously considered the height of the place. But it ain't all that lucky altogether. Poor Shakila had an asthma attack and the entire class was reallyyy worried. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahirah did drop her shorts from the 3rd storey classroom today. So embarrassing! It most probably floated past the windows of the class downstairs. :) And and. It landed in a pile of road-cleaning dustpans at the back of the building. LOL! The way she cracks herself up is exactly the way she cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed (no, not rushed at all) to meet Joy and Loopy at Siglap today! Had fun blabbing over lunch. And well. Some things just never change. Never never. Loopy's still a conversation stopper. Joy's just as mean. I'm well, still slow. At eating. Like. Really real slow. :/ But we exchanged quite a number of laughs before bidding each other goodbye for the rest of the day/week/month/year(?!), I'm not exactly sure. And Telliepoot will just be my buddy forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Can't read my, can't read my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No, he can't read my poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-7523012986952346855?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7523012986952346855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=7523012986952346855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/7523012986952346855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/7523012986952346855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-mum-loves-poker-face.html' title='P to the O to the K, E,R,F,A,C,E.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/SczVGpFEr1I/AAAAAAAABQE/3sAxuR_AP3c/s72-c/DSC09861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-414594661907755092</id><published>2009-03-25T19:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:43:13.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day of secrets, another day of laughs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScoT7qVlO5I/AAAAAAAABP8/t6UcN5wjP14/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScoT7qVlO5I/AAAAAAAABP8/t6UcN5wjP14/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317084225762311058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the good new days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny happens every single day I'm in school but my STM ain't doing me any justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Where's your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ZN broke it.&lt;br /&gt;Rah: So there's a hole in your heart? Heart murmur.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Heart murmur?!&lt;br /&gt;Rah: Yah. Heart murmur means you got a hole in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh is it? My heart whispers. My heart groans.&lt;br /&gt;ZN: My heart moans.&lt;br /&gt;(We start rattling on with other words)&lt;br /&gt;Rah: My heart beatboxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. :) Am I not glad to have lovely people to keep my spirit high every single day? And Ayesha to be my toilet buddy/fellow party-goer? And awesome classmates who shower me with concern because I have bowel discrepancies? :D I actually look forward to going to school much more than I did back then in the not-so-good old days. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one thing to be upset about. Coach left us. The Year 2s are in the midst of their exams at the moment and that left just us to carry on. We couldn't get the rugby balls yesterday and ended up having to run to ECP, one round around the wakeboarding lagoon and all the way back to school. 4 people were injured by the time we reached ECP and we took a long break there before winding back. Well, 4 of us (a different 4 from the injured ones) - I was one of them - decided to take a walk back. LOL. Then a whole lot of camwhoring in the dark dark school until the security guard was hinting to call it a day. Or night. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to laugh about but so little memory space. I'm awfully sick of Math and Chemistry but who's to complain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry and dinner's late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystel does the BEST imitation of Rayman Rabbids. You had to be in that moment. She sounded exactly like the rabbids, it almost killed me laughing! And Wii, it's just the funnest thing when you're in the company of friends. So, Wii party at my house soooooooon kay! I was kinda shocked Roy gave up his seat for me (there's not enough seats in the Audi) today during contact when I was in the toilet. Until I realised the teacher commented on a "phenomenon" in TJ where girls always have to sit on the floor. :) Hahhah. Oh and surprising enough for such a skinny flimsy guy, he tortured me pretty bad when ZN and I switched seats so we didn't have to feel uncomfortable sitting at "some place", hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayedback with Krystel to do work (and I didn't catch up on anything because I was in the toilet thrice) and we ended up singing to Geek In The Pink and rehashing old stories. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another day of secrets, another day of laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZN! I can use your unglamourous shots to blackmail you. Heeheehee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26713669-414594661907755092?l=queshedtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/414594661907755092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26713669&amp;postID=414594661907755092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/414594661907755092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26713669/posts/default/414594661907755092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queshedtimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-day-of-secrets-another-day-of.html' title='Another day of secrets, another day of laughs.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScoT7qVlO5I/AAAAAAAABP8/t6UcN5wjP14/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26713669.post-1883876426595211525</id><published>2009-03-21T14:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:16:21.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So life didn't quite go the way you planned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSZrqBSbxI/AAAAAAAABPs/4sHN1jzuq_Q/s1600-h/20090209082454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSZrqBSbxI/AAAAAAAABPs/4sHN1jzuq_Q/s400/20090209082454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315542435497144082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And baby, when it's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;If it's not rough&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It isn't fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M1 National&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;TOUCH RUGBY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Series Championships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSRXAmlkzI/AAAAAAAABOE/U8kVgKmxBxQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSRXAmlkzI/AAAAAAAABOE/U8kVgKmxBxQ/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315533284688892722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first ever sports competition. Weirdly, I didn't have the chills or anything, I was more of excited than anxious. But stepping into the stadium at Yio Chu Kang was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSRXIU5hHI/AAAAAAAABN8/YKkXB1Uv9zo/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSRXIU5hHI/AAAAAAAABN8/YKkXB1Uv9zo/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315533286762185842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Presenting the Bimbo Bodies of Touch Rugby! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSRXBg2yoI/AAAAAAAABN0/hCu5ow68BwM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSRXBg2yoI/AAAAAAAABN0/hCu5ow68BwM/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315533284933290626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Krystel wanted to meet for brunch but our plans were all screwed up and everyone ended up meeting at the bus stop anyway. We tossed the rugby ball around at the bus stop and it slammed into my neck, much thanks to Gen's effort to tear me apart! :) And well, I had to bear with (and join in) Krystel's A*Teens karaoke session on the long bus ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSRWx-1DMI/AAAAAAAABNs/1DdUvJ9by_k/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSRWx-1DMI/AAAAAAAABNs/1DdUvJ9by_k/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315533280764038338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't quite ask for our jerseys to shrink. But they did. Probably from the heat of printing. But GUESS MY NUMBER!!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSRWohCl9I/AAAAAAAABNk/9Yx-KkZ5mko/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSRWohCl9I/AAAAAAAABNk/9Yx-KkZ5mko/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315533278223177682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSsDrndaI/AAAAAAAABPk/9M_uaxz3PA4/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSsDrndaI/AAAAAAAABPk/9M_uaxz3PA4/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315534745804174754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSr-R7aLI/AAAAAAAABPc/AlWFyI66rws/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSr-R7aLI/AAAAAAAABPc/AlWFyI66rws/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315534744354252978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSoFRUDRI/AAAAAAAABPU/3ky0p6frgtg/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSoFRUDRI/AAAAAAAABPU/3ky0p6frgtg/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315534677511245074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSni64kyI/AAAAAAAABPM/NasGZvy_0Sk/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSni64kyI/AAAAAAAABPM/NasGZvy_0Sk/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315534668290364194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSnUyd5HI/AAAAAAAABPE/oqDC1zTKaNY/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSnUyd5HI/AAAAAAAABPE/oqDC1zTKaNY/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315534664496964722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please don't ask what we were doing. :) Our coach did think Gen and I had enough chemistry - which probably originated from the moment Ms Kwan planted us together at the back of class 3 years ago - and put us together on the field to work to score. :)&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSnEEGVsI/AAAAAAAABO8/GT9kAwID29o/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSnEEGVsI/AAAAAAAABO8/GT9kAwID29o/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315534660007515842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSm7vPXII/AAAAAAAABO0/PSgz68etP0w/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSm7vPXII/AAAAAAAABO0/PSgz68etP0w/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315534657772543106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Catching up with Emilia, now in SRJC! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSd5qI1hI/AAAAAAAABOs/ppnaVXOEEwo/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSd5qI1hI/AAAAAAAABOs/ppnaVXOEEwo/s400/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315534502595450386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"PRETTY, PRETTY... UGLY (with reference to Krystel)!!!" - Leechuang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSdjgbdyI/AAAAAAAABOk/0byC6A1dDBE/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSdjgbdyI/AAAAAAAABOk/0byC6A1dDBE/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315534496649148194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSdaTjovI/AAAAAAAABOc/QWxzgBKbfCQ/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSdaTjovI/AAAAAAAABOc/QWxzgBKbfCQ/s400/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315534494179238642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSdRb7uiI/AAAAAAAABOU/UJWqMPazVVY/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSdRb7uiI/AAAAAAAABOU/UJWqMPazVVY/s400/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315534491798452770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSdMP19lI/AAAAAAAABOM/_gwWnAJJ2ng/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjr-FuXcQw8/ScSSdMP19lI/AAAAAAAABOM/_gwWnAJJ2ng/s400/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315534490405566034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is what 5 hours under the scorching sun did to us. Yes, the sun decided it was tired of hiding and was ready to show us its power. I bet it really had the urge to redden our whitish skin. Now my skin's extremely sore (and my forehead is peeling like nobody's business) and I can't even wear sleeved shirts. :/ I am running out of tanktops.&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I lovedlovedloved the game! :D It was, well, thrilling to be on the field. All the four games we played, there was just so much energy! Well, Gen was the winger, which meant her aim was to grab the ball from me and head to score, flying so that no one could catch her. There was this moment when I got the ball and tossed it to her, she tossed it back to me and I tossed it back to her and this to and fro movement went on, confusing the NJ people whose heads went left-right-left-right until Gen decided to breakthrough and sprint for the tri-line. :D It was awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we got trashed by RJ. So we lost to Bukit Batok Sec. What does it matter? Us learning the moves in the littlest time available and making it to the field was an awesome enough experience! Our seniors were extremely amazing. We were screaming on the sidelines and the enthusiasm was spilling. :D I just can't get the scene out of my mind where Ziying actually flew past 3 seniors chasing after 1 opponent and she actually dived to catch the opponent. I wish it was on video! She managed to grab the opponent's shirt so the opponent couldn't score. :) Someday, Year Ones will learn the tricks. 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