<?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-4757202021084817985</id><updated>2011-07-08T16:52:18.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-4883059990304329051</id><published>2010-05-30T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:13:00.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello baby you promised everyday post leh. bluff people right?&lt;br /&gt;bad boy! hehe new hairstyle&lt;3 baby im so sad i wanna go legs and paddle with you i really do but how i am so forgetful and even so, my mom would still insist i go. she say i cannot stay home alone :x im sorry baby you have to ask jiayi take my spot. im unwilling to give up my spot:( but i cannot let you miss the chance. its okay i'll not be jealous butthen i paid for it right? do i get the goodybag? lol im gonna miss you so much:( how?? so stressful i wanna stay but i have to go are you going to blog? i may have wireless at my cousin's house! baby i have a alot of work out tomorrow so... good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK FOR TOMORROW!  for your paper 1, plan all your points before you write to consolidate and prevent yourself from going out of point or repeat your points. but make sure you dont waste too much time planning ~5 minutes is good enough:D  SA RANG HAE my love T.T    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my baby boy please don't forget me when i'm gone. don't forget and never doubt that i love you. i'm the new BAO hehehe. i need to tell you a secret. i actually decided to keep like super long hair that i did because that time yr 2 i cut, then mathias was quite upset and say long hair nicer so i tried my best to keep long hair, but then he left me for a long hair girl so shit him. but i just couldn't let the hair go so i let it grow, try my best to protect it but baby, thank you for helping me pick up the courage to cut them all away and throw those all behind. so please keep away the lock of hair you picked up. its all my past and i dont wanna keep them. you can help me keep it safe away from me! hehe. baby i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-4883059990304329051?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/4883059990304329051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=4883059990304329051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4883059990304329051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4883059990304329051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-baby-you-promised-everyday-post.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-4412095699866928896</id><published>2010-03-07T02:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T02:43:50.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BE MINE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-4412095699866928896?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/4412095699866928896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=4412095699866928896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4412095699866928896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4412095699866928896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2010/03/be-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-5118076487963766630</id><published>2010-02-15T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:25:27.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我的心好痛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this should be the case...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-5118076487963766630?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/5118076487963766630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=5118076487963766630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/5118076487963766630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/5118076487963766630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-should-be-case.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-4550465808769476277</id><published>2010-01-15T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:36:10.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to JOEL LIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO:D hehe! I dont really want to blog because i dont find it useful to express my thoughts anymore. but still, I wanna say HI and if you read this blogpost, sms me~ because I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;YOU ARE AWESOME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahaha, this is the maximum that i wanna post, others i'll sms you... HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;tsk people also need privacy... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-4550465808769476277?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/4550465808769476277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=4550465808769476277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4550465808769476277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4550465808769476277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-regret-this.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-1559711315038023520</id><published>2010-01-14T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:54:32.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sad... i dont know what else to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a specific guy on Earth:&lt;br /&gt;stop ruining my life, not like it has anything else to do with you, not like I WOULD WANT anything to do with you, so please, like how i've been avoiding your life and affairs, STOP commenting on mine like a seriously pathetic and irritating bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been trying my best to not even think about anything to do with you, and i have to say i have done a pretty gd job till now. WHY THE HELL do you have to make an appearance again and mess up my life once more. well if it gives you any sense of achievement to make me feel miserable, GD JOB, KUDOS TO YOU! but that only makes you a lowlife bastard.. you mean nth more than a stranger to me, and you no longer hold any influence in my life.&lt;br /&gt;FYI, i do not feel miserable because you have appeared to be happier than me or because you have exited from my life, its a gd thing though. i'm truly happy for you, but i do not go onto your FB or blog to make a fool out of myself, because i am not an idiot. but i'm sorry to say, YOU ARE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-1559711315038023520?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/1559711315038023520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=1559711315038023520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/1559711315038023520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/1559711315038023520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-9086577496426176501</id><published>2009-11-08T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:10:02.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful saturday:D</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/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SvaWVcT-5yI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/23L1skTQczo/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SvaWVcT-5yI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/23L1skTQczo/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401670098198914850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! mom, brother and I are eating lunch at pasta de waraku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went on to shop for awhile, we bought a new sony cam, but my sister brought it to Taiwan today (sunday) well what can i say? im sad that i cant bring the cam to OBS&lt;br /&gt;but SHE'LL BE  GONE FOR A MONTH!&lt;br /&gt;What else can i ask for?? hahaha:D&lt;br /&gt;it is good to escape from your siblings for awhile i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought 2 cute lil' hamsters because my brother will not let it go until he got his hands onto one, so the guy talked my mom into getting 2! i get 2 winter whites!&lt;br /&gt;scroll down to see!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SvaWWMv58CI/AAAAAAAAAVg/JN1TSGm6gbY/s1600-h/IMG_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SvaWWMv58CI/AAAAAAAAAVg/JN1TSGm6gbY/s320/IMG_0406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401670111200931874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Zac! my brother's hammy:D he's a winter white breed&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to name him jelly but my brother kept crying and crying so i have no choice but to live with Zac&lt;br /&gt;andand...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SvaWV6tlsGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/F-5V32mwuhk/s1600-h/IMG_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SvaWV6tlsGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/F-5V32mwuhk/s320/IMG_0405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401670106359378018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MY PUDDING! the Pearl Winter White! MUACKS&lt;br /&gt;very adorable right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww loved!&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/4757202021084817985-9086577496426176501?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/9086577496426176501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=9086577496426176501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/9086577496426176501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/9086577496426176501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/11/wonderful-saturdayd.html' title='wonderful saturday:D'/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SvaWVcT-5yI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/23L1skTQczo/s72-c/IMG_0400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-8675120322372224996</id><published>2009-11-02T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:06:42.085+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/5uegrj6uYdA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/5uegrj6uYdA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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;my fav song in primary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你看起来不太开心&lt;br /&gt;谁困扰了你&lt;br /&gt;让你的眼神看来有些悲哀&lt;br /&gt;多严重你和他之间&lt;br /&gt;到了不可收拾的局面了吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我看起来也不太好&lt;br /&gt;我当然知道&lt;br /&gt;因为你的表情让我很心疼&lt;br /&gt;你不了解我和你之间&lt;br /&gt;只是爱上了不爱我&lt;br /&gt;却又在乎的人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;应该挑拨你和他&lt;br /&gt;我想这是最好的时机&lt;br /&gt;只是当你哭着说&lt;br /&gt;你还爱他不忍离开他&lt;br /&gt;我竟努力扮演&lt;br /&gt;你和他之间的和事佬&lt;br /&gt;应该劝你离开他&lt;br /&gt;可是我却怎么也做不到&lt;br /&gt;因为当你笑着说&lt;br /&gt;我最好了是你知心朋友&lt;br /&gt;我不敢也没有勇气告诉你&lt;br /&gt;别把我当朋友&lt;br /&gt;想做你的情人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你看起来也不太好&lt;br /&gt;我当然知道&lt;br /&gt;因为你的表情让我很心疼&lt;br /&gt;你不了解我和你之间&lt;br /&gt;只是爱上了不爱我&lt;br /&gt;却又在乎他的人&lt;br /&gt;应该挑拨你和他&lt;br /&gt;我想这是最好的时机&lt;br /&gt;只是当你哭着说&lt;br /&gt;你还爱他不忍离开他&lt;br /&gt;我竟努力扮演&lt;br /&gt;你和他之间的和事佬&lt;br /&gt;应该劝你离开他&lt;br /&gt;可是我却怎么也做不到&lt;br /&gt;因为当你笑着说&lt;br /&gt;我最好了是你知心朋友&lt;br /&gt;我不敢也没有勇气告诉你&lt;br /&gt;别把我当朋友&lt;br /&gt;你还爱他&lt;br /&gt;你和他之间的和事佬&lt;br /&gt;我却怎么也做不到做不到&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-8675120322372224996?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/8675120322372224996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=8675120322372224996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8675120322372224996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8675120322372224996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-fav-song-in-primary-school.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-4930858550807447444</id><published>2009-11-02T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:04:51.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i would say i'm sensitive, well im quite sad. just nothing interest me now.&lt;br /&gt;very sad cause stacy didnt go home with me. i went home myself&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats not the point. im just sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll cheer myself up:D theres no one else to cheer me up anyway.. haha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-4930858550807447444?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/4930858550807447444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=4930858550807447444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4930858550807447444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4930858550807447444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-would-say-im-sensitive-well-im-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-7710921696566852013</id><published>2009-11-01T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:44:38.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reply to teddy: ya i'm over it:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a day, that is too normal to be mentioned haha&lt;br /&gt;but i slept at 8+ and i woke up at 2+ because dx kept imitating me and got me angry, so i thought to myself i shoudl get up and reach there asap to kick his butt!&lt;br /&gt;ps: i didnt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand my ezlink card is valueless, so i had to ring up my dad to fetch me. he's kinda angry.&lt;br /&gt;ah well, i am frustrated too! there's 6 papers for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVIEN ANG PERSEVERE~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-7710921696566852013?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/7710921696566852013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=7710921696566852013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7710921696566852013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7710921696566852013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/11/reply-to-teddy-ya-im-over-itd-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-2708903961109158934</id><published>2009-10-30T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:23:01.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aosduhfsdkjbvasuigbsdlk SHIT</title><content type='html'>i am so fishing sad. i know the answer is 碰壁。 but the context of it just makes it sounds like the stupid bee just keep knocking the stupid wall of the container. FISH heck it. i am so sad now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in efforts to cheer myself up, i love myself, i love vivien ang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is okay not being the best. at least i tried my best. that stupid 碰壁 i swear when i get back my paper i let you “碰壁” or even 垃圾桶.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i still have to say, my interest in chinese have declined a lot. not that i never try to accept her teaching style but she's openly unfair and biased. i may want to confront her, but have to see if she is my teacher next yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SAD AGAIN! i want kinderjoy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-2708903961109158934?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/2708903961109158934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=2708903961109158934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2708903961109158934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2708903961109158934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/10/aosduhfsdkjbvasuigbsdlk-shit.html' title='aosduhfsdkjbvasuigbsdlk SHIT'/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-8293108895359118902</id><published>2009-10-04T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:51:08.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh no... my pre menstrual stress period sets in once again, eating up my mood bit by bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GR8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i was supposed to be at jurong bird park yesterday for the charity bazaar, but i had fever ytd so i didnt go. sorry ivan :(&lt;br /&gt;everyone's faling sick. my sister and my dad also.&lt;br /&gt;im almost well already. told you my immune system quite strong muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was mid-autumn festival but i didn't have the "family" tingly feeling and i was the only one eating the mooncake... like even when im sick i have such gr8 appetite. im scary. hahaha:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today abigail wensin and I went to Cheryl's house to study. actually more of to do hw, then we ate pizza:D and talked more than we studied, but i finish physics hw, got notes from wensin and got help for chem ws from abigail, so YAY me! and we gossiped about volty. xD&lt;br /&gt;it has been so long since i went out to study with them. I MISS YOU ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-8293108895359118902?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/8293108895359118902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=8293108895359118902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8293108895359118902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8293108895359118902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-8928507342509867169</id><published>2009-09-27T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:57:45.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONSERVATION AMBASSADOR</title><content type='html'>I AM OFFICIALLY A CONSERVATION AMBASSADOR. (so last week's news)&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday was my first duty and i finally got my shirt and a badge:D the badge we cannot bring home la. but still, it has my name on it!&lt;br /&gt;Bird Park gives red shirt and Zoo gives green. wonder what botanic garden gives&lt;br /&gt;hehe but i love my shirtx)show you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Sr9DcQI2aII/AAAAAAAAAVA/5JHYTIXLcnI/s1600-h/IMG_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Sr9DcQI2aII/AAAAAAAAAVA/5JHYTIXLcnI/s320/IMG_0291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386097832005888130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Sr9DbV8uWUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/F08hey5976M/s1600-h/IMG_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Sr9DbV8uWUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/F08hey5976M/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386097816385771842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Sr9Da6dyG8I/AAAAAAAAAUo/R6TVjTg0fIo/s1600-h/IMG_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Sr9Da6dyG8I/AAAAAAAAAUo/R6TVjTg0fIo/s320/IMG_0280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386097809008237506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Sr9Dc_lt2MI/AAAAAAAAAVI/7mXaq9sw-fs/s1600-h/IMG_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Sr9Dc_lt2MI/AAAAAAAAAVI/7mXaq9sw-fs/s320/IMG_0294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386097844743428290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only had chance to take photo with emily. when ivan came, we were already runnig up and down DD, and he was at the emo hut, it was darn far i didn't wanna go there but only ivan brought water.&lt;br /&gt;oh and it is damn scary,bird park's water(any water) is $3. RIP OFF!&lt;br /&gt;and the Magnum is $5. i wouldn't buy if i had brought my water&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;the Caucasians are extremely nice and most of them are willing to listen to my explanations:D&lt;br /&gt;only 2 rejected me la, so not that bad&lt;br /&gt;but can you imagine repeating the same lines over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;at one point of time i forgot what to say and i'm like... freezing on the spot lol&lt;br /&gt;thank god she knew about cassowaries and asked me rather than having me to bombard her with information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-8928507342509867169?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/8928507342509867169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=8928507342509867169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8928507342509867169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8928507342509867169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/09/conservation-ambassador.html' title='CONSERVATION AMBASSADOR'/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Sr9DcQI2aII/AAAAAAAAAVA/5JHYTIXLcnI/s72-c/IMG_0291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-6773191199389595417</id><published>2009-09-21T18:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:22:40.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SrdUvlEgSVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4HDZeIJMD7o/s1600-h/20090312_suju5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SrdUvlEgSVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4HDZeIJMD7o/s320/20090312_suju5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383865055926307154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, they are just entertainers... people make mistakes. Fucktards, there is like bar fights almost everyday all around the world and why is it that 강인오빠's have to be magnified? just because he is an entertainer! that shows how tough and difficult it is in the entertainment industry. they are just trying their best to keep the image that they built up for 강인오빠, and i'm sure to most people out there, he is a nice person and if you liked him but because of this incident that you dislike him or loathe him, you are a superficial asshole with ultimate bird brain. if you didn't like him beforehand and dislike him after this incident, the only thing i can say is that you should really go and understand him more and get to know him before finalizing your verdict, if not it is really unfair.&lt;br /&gt;to those who continue rooting 강인오빠, let's jiayou and provide him with our full-fledged support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he may be drunk or like people picked fights with him and with his amount of stress, although it is wrong, the person who  made the report,are they not in the wrong? even if the truth comes out as 강인오빠 lied and really fought with them and have lied, COME ON. most people lie in this sort of situations, like when you broke your mom's favourite vase, will you come up with a lie to hide the truth? YOU WILL RIGHT? those who say you dont, either you are DARN FULL OF IT, or you really don't, and i really look up to you. if not, SHUT UP. i'm not saying it is right for them to lie but can you PEOPLE be a little forgiving and stand in his position, use your BRAIN and think? to err is human(something like that) FORGIVE and FORGET...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and taeyeon also. i'm sure everyone will unintentionally offend someone, but just because she is an entertainer and she said it over a mike that makes her a BIG criminal but she APOLOGISED for pete's sake. like i say FUCK　YOU and then i apologise, it's the same thing. its just because she is a public figure. not because she have a motherfucking attitude or character. i'm sure there are worse. even the best person on earth can say or do something that will offend others. why cant people be more forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDAND 강인오빠 also helped taeyeon to apologise, and i'm sure they have learnt their lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, i wish to emphasize. SO WHAT IF HE REALLY FOUGHT WITH THEM? FUCK what does it make him? NOT LIKE HE TOOK DRUGS OR RAPED... its only a fight. oh my lord. he is still a perfectly charismatic guy IN MY OPINION!(look i said in my opinion, if you dont agree, I DONT FUCKING CARE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they SHOULD act like perfect, but is it possible? NO! which entertainer is perfect you tell me and i will definately find proof to prove you wrong. he is just unlucky to get caught. i guess whatever that made him fight, i believe that he will do the same thing if it was to rewind. because that IS his character. you cant expect everyone to be like The Christ right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for his physique, HELLO FUCKTARDS!!! are you very slim/buff or very pretty/suave? if you think you are, go seriously look into the mirror again, or better still, go audition as an entertainer then you will understand how tough it is. he may not have the perfect physique or the looks but he HAS the talents and the courage to be one and to accept all your shitbrains' critics out there. . admit it, he has it, stop living in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;김영운,강인오빠 사랑해요♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel damn angry when people gets shitty fucked up and start commenting bullshit about him, LIKE WTF DID HE DO? its just a fight... even if he is not an entertainer, he is still the charismatic 김영운&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I PASSED BIRD PARK TEST with FLYING &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-6773191199389595417?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/6773191199389595417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=6773191199389595417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/6773191199389595417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/6773191199389595417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/09/honestly-they-are-just-entertainers.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SrdUvlEgSVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4HDZeIJMD7o/s72-c/20090312_suju5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-7546222488266189030</id><published>2009-09-15T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:22:11.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gr8 the 61 dollars is in cheque... why don't want give me cash sia! i umpire till very poor thing can? rain keep falling and i was totally, all the way zoned out.&lt;br /&gt;i've been like actively running playing for continuous 5 days... my muscles are really aching badly, but worth it la, can build up my muscles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays just passed like nobody's business. it went too fast.&lt;br /&gt;netball lost badly, but will continue working hard.&lt;br /&gt;i think holidays the most fun part was bird park visit, umpiring, trainings, eating with michelle and germaine and MINNIE:D netball and tv.&lt;br /&gt;up to this point of my life, i may not have found my direction of life or any targets or whatever, i still want to live on happily, because i wanna know what future has installed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU WEIHAN FOR TVXQ's album and files. my belated birthday presentxD&lt;br /&gt;omg they are so hot. both the presents and the guys. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;thank you!! you're the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school reopen, nothing is changed? everything is still the same. but my mentality changed a little i guess. at least i know how to destress(:NETBALL! but sometimes netball also very stressful.&lt;br /&gt;ms tng is kinda scary. well all our coaches are different and we all like all their coaching styles but we all acknowledge that ms tng is so far the best. well she pushes us to the limit and cater 1 to 1 when needed, and she recognises each and everyone's strength and weaknesses. but i will try my best. i promise it is my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-7546222488266189030?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/7546222488266189030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=7546222488266189030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7546222488266189030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7546222488266189030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/09/gr8-61-dollars-is-in-cheque.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-3174211304215876106</id><published>2009-09-02T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:07:28.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>honestly, i didnt cry because of the rotation. look i use the word rotation. HELLO i've been in netball long enough to get use to it. i was crying because of something else... so dont misunderstand me:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-3174211304215876106?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/3174211304215876106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=3174211304215876106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3174211304215876106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3174211304215876106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/09/honestly-i-didnt-cry-because-of.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-7963658222136460364</id><published>2009-09-01T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:01:11.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>亲爱的为什么&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-7963658222136460364?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/7963658222136460364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=7963658222136460364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7963658222136460364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7963658222136460364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-7799975410195591021</id><published>2009-09-01T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:53:45.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY UMPIRING FOR 61 BUCKS! COLD HARD CASH&lt;br /&gt;omg damn cool:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;although i didnt think of umpiring for money, just the fun of it, but it's still very cool to be paid for umpiring. 8am to 3pm PESTA SUKAN.&lt;br /&gt;i am extremely happyxD&lt;br /&gt;anw, ytd had primary school gathering.&lt;br /&gt;we had fun:D turning point is nice, but for me, i dont like action movies so i didnt really enjoy it but desmond kept scolding me because i kept wailing in the movie:p&lt;br /&gt;then we went to EPPS but the stupid guard didn't let us in. we also cant play basketbal because there was a lot of people already and zhiyong and gang was there. its not they are not nice or what. we're just naturally scared of them. then we stayed in the playground to talk for awhile, desmond ask me to go borrow the soccer ball form this cute boy names ryan, 9 years old, fan or the ARSENAL soccer team when he was wearing torres, liverpool team. he likes VAN PER SIE!&lt;br /&gt;and then we went up to dickson's house to chill out, but we didnt do much, after 2 rounds of card games i was kinda bored so we went home...&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE ATTENDED:&lt;br /&gt;DEBBY&lt;br /&gt;JABRINA&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL SEET&lt;br /&gt;GRACE&lt;br /&gt;JEZREEL&lt;br /&gt;ZHIYAN&lt;br /&gt;KRYSTAL&lt;br /&gt;SOFINA&lt;br /&gt;DESMOND&lt;br /&gt;JEREMY&lt;br /&gt;DICKSON&lt;br /&gt;EDBERT&lt;br /&gt;KAIFENG&lt;br /&gt;KAILI&lt;br /&gt;SHIJIE&lt;br /&gt;SHIUAN JUN&lt;br /&gt;YUANZHI&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN&lt;br /&gt;XIONGZHI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it i think. they all grew taller:D and for guys, they grew buff-er:D&lt;br /&gt;missed them! oh and desmond, he became really nice:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-7799975410195591021?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/7799975410195591021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=7799975410195591021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7799975410195591021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7799975410195591021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-umpiring-for-61-bucks-cold-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-2274718290093899689</id><published>2009-08-27T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:47:31.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I SAW MDM MAISARAH TODAY AFTER 2 and a half YEARS!&lt;br /&gt;she's still as pretty as ever&lt;br /&gt;she was the one who groomed me into who i am now.&lt;br /&gt;i am really grateful&lt;br /&gt;because in primary 5 i was a bad girl&lt;br /&gt;then in primary 6, life is fantastic&lt;br /&gt;partially because it is primary 6, all my friends are superb&lt;br /&gt;well thats like 2 and a half years ago. i dont know about them but i miss them a lot:D&lt;br /&gt;especially when we play captain's ball together and we had to split teams, there is always a discrepancy. but it is still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. i was in Gabriel's team when we had interclass games, obviously the better team, muahaha&lt;br /&gt;hehe no la, i enjoy it when the wholeclass is striving together to win. and i mean it when i say the WHOLE class. it is very fun. miss those days... KAO SO SIAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-2274718290093899689?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/2274718290093899689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=2274718290093899689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2274718290093899689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2274718290093899689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/08/omg-i-saw-mdm-maisarah-today-after-2.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-224754887392631884</id><published>2009-08-24T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:20:54.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am tired and sad. I really don't mind my life now, but I just like to wonder what would be different I was to stay in dunman high. I will have Debby Sofina to accompany me. Oh and Gabriel Choong haha:) I like nus high, if I was given a choice again I would still choose nus high, I'm just upset because I had no choice back then. Oh well, VIVIEN IS GOING TO ENJOY HERSELF IN NUS HIGH HOPEFULLY AND SHE LIVE QLL HER FRIENDS:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy advanced birthday Michelle lim. I may be mean and bad to you s times but I really sincerely love you. I am really proud to have such a special and cool friend who enjoys Caesar salad and shares the same passion for umpiring and netball. I really hope you would not leave nus high because I will miss you alot. No only you are lonely, but I need your accompany too. Enjoy your last hour as 14 years old:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Serena, I'm sorry to know that your father just passed away, I can understand how you feel because when my grandfather passed away I also didn't get to see him for the last time because I was in Tibet. I was devastated and had to deal with school and stuff, but I believe hat you are a strong girl and you are able to pull yourself together. We all love you are will be here for you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon, just say thankyou and admit that my photography skills is awesome:DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-224754887392631884?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/224754887392631884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=224754887392631884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/224754887392631884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/224754887392631884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-tired-and-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-3683131943547455768</id><published>2009-08-21T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:12:02.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe i just think too much. maybe i just wanted someone to care for me. so maybe i dont like you. i just like to wait by the phone for your reply. haha:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math test 19/20, need to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;I CURRENTLY IS DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH NETBALL BECAUSE... I LOVE NETBALL&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SPORTS. i guess i am more sports-driven than academically-driven.&lt;br /&gt;my current mood: sad and moody&lt;br /&gt;feeling: lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but other than that, i want to say, jonathan you are the best. well i admit in yr 1 and 2 i did not really like you. but after getting to know you better, you are really a GOOD FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;andand, i remember your birthday! bet you remember mine too!! HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-3683131943547455768?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/3683131943547455768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=3683131943547455768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3683131943547455768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3683131943547455768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe-i-just-think-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-288354606164685719</id><published>2009-08-20T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:29:56.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/So1dHCmVSeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WBnIoNYNGPE/s1600-h/IMG_0178%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/So1dHCmVSeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WBnIoNYNGPE/s320/IMG_0178%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372052306060986850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/So1dGv7_Y_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/9hoGcUOLxUI/s1600-h/IMG_0179%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/So1dGv7_Y_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/9hoGcUOLxUI/s320/IMG_0179%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372052301051552754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/So1dGOT3obI/AAAAAAAAAUA/epsJH4NyX-8/s1600-h/IMG_0184%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/So1dGOT3obI/AAAAAAAAAUA/epsJH4NyX-8/s320/IMG_0184%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372052292024902066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/So1cJBmlr-I/AAAAAAAAATw/koVUY1yDyic/s1600-h/IMG_0180%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/So1cJBmlr-I/AAAAAAAAATw/koVUY1yDyic/s320/IMG_0180%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372051240641736674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/So1cI_y8umI/AAAAAAAAATo/EGTDKFj3--0/s1600-h/IMG_0181%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/So1cI_y8umI/AAAAAAAAATo/EGTDKFj3--0/s320/IMG_0181%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372051240156707426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww isn't he adorable. HAHAHA my fellow 28th April Lucky Guy, someone whom i think i can relate to and understands what i am saying hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats's ryan and jorgin in front who seem to be concentrating. haha:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-288354606164685719?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/288354606164685719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=288354606164685719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/288354606164685719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/288354606164685719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/08/aww-isnt-he-adorable.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/So1dHCmVSeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WBnIoNYNGPE/s72-c/IMG_0178%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-4661952206004835541</id><published>2009-08-19T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:21:03.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am i nerd? i dont find myself a nerd in this school, but maybe in the eyes of others, yeah i may be a nerd. but i dont mug everyday, i just finish my homework and i try my best to enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT A NERD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-4661952206004835541?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/4661952206004835541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=4661952206004835541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4661952206004835541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4661952206004835541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/08/am-i-nerd-i-dont-find-myself-nerd-in.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-7364137901461019358</id><published>2009-08-19T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:32:51.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>but anw, i am excited!!! i'm going to umpire for Pesta Sukan this Saturday at the Kallang Netball Centre. first official game after the theory test. I AM GOING TO DO WELL RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;I want to do well therefore i will do well:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you stupid idiot. what am i supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;How do i know when you do not reply right? this is infuriating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-7364137901461019358?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/7364137901461019358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=7364137901461019358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7364137901461019358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7364137901461019358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-anw-i-am-excited-im-going-to-umpire.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-3192641155833013503</id><published>2009-08-19T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:43:25.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am extremely angry with some irresponsive person who does not respond to people.&lt;br /&gt;to people who don't respond, I DONT LIKE YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-3192641155833013503?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/3192641155833013503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=3192641155833013503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3192641155833013503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3192641155833013503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-extremely-angry-with-some.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-3814092323476479245</id><published>2009-08-19T01:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:59:40.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;最近一直回想那个“当初”&lt;br /&gt;若当初。。。事情就。。。&lt;br /&gt;我想了很多，也想了很久。&lt;br /&gt;我自认为是习惯性的自我反省，有时可能在事发后很久才会想到要自我反省，但我会想，我可以，或应该做些什么来弥补或补救，但在很多时候都在为时已晚。&lt;br /&gt;在这十五余年的人生当中，我自认没什么大成就或作为，当然你们可能会说，你只有十五岁，能有什么作为，但我觉得，十五年已经足够做出一番作为了，因为我真的不知道我在这个世界上还能逗留多久，在这期间，我是不是能够充分地利用时间，做一些我自己想做或喜欢的事。&lt;br /&gt;近日来我觉得力不从心，没有动力，做事情很不顺心。我很想把事情都做到尽善尽美，可惜我是有心无力。我没有原动力，没有目标，没有方向地在奔跑，有时我真的很痛恨自己在这个世界上为什么一直漫无目的地向前冲。我想停下来，但因周遭的因素使得我没有办法放慢脚步想一想我的人生到底该怎么走。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我生存的意义到底是什么？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-3814092323476479245?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/3814092323476479245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=3814092323476479245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3814092323476479245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3814092323476479245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-5303537342812754039</id><published>2009-08-12T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:20:13.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there has been a lot of events going on ever since i privatized my blog and i swear that i did it because i was lazy to update. but i just wanna express my love to a very special person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was veryvery sad, he came close and comforted me, promised that he will root for me. i know, he is there whenever i need him, a phone call and he will try to accommodate my time. he has been a very inspiring role in my life, started out with nothing and now a person with proud achrievments, pride and integrity. He is always very supportive of me and will help me in every way within his means. well i know i have been unreasonable at times and stubborn but i know he will still love me. his presence calms me down, he doesn't mind others gaining out of him and he is 150% helpful to everyone. He does all the work and doesn't grumble or complain. he always give in to me and will try his best to provide the best for me and doesn't mind playing the humble role and giving in, making things as simple as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father may not be suave or extremely wealthy, with signs of mild baldness and a little of the tummy but he is the best a daughter can ask for. he always let us have the best, good food, nice clothes, nice shoes, nice bags but he'll just let it go with an excuse of having a lot of shirts, but truthfully, his shirts are all old and baggy and his shoes are coming apart. the cupboard that my mom and dad share, seriously speaking 4/5 of it is taken up by my mom and that is the only storage space for him and still it was not filled. when he first started out his own electrical engineering company, my mom was against it full force, and they were having arguements everyday. then my sisters and I were having A LOT of lessons like ballet piano and stuff, and it was really very hard for him to handle at that point of time, not enough to provide for all these extra lessons. he even had to lower his status to ask us think carefully and try to reduce the lessons that we were having. at that point of time, i dropped ballet (grade 6)and piano(x yrs) .(honestly is was a bonus for me since i hate both the teachers)Now that his company is doing very well and had expanded their office space, i feel very proud to have a father like him, who started from scratch and handled everything by himself, and even have time to do housechores. how can i not?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-5303537342812754039?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/5303537342812754039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=5303537342812754039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/5303537342812754039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/5303537342812754039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-has-been-lot-of-events-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-5034124598611884510</id><published>2009-05-24T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T01:13:20.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VIVIEN ANG ENJOYS THE 202 CHALET '09 VERYVERY MUCH&lt;br /&gt;although almost half the class is not there ._. but we still had a gr8 time&lt;br /&gt;but its not 202 chalet, since a lot of people is not here&lt;br /&gt;people who attended are&lt;br /&gt;abigail&lt;br /&gt;tenghiang&lt;br /&gt;janice&lt;br /&gt;cheryl&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;junxiong&lt;br /&gt;hideyuki&lt;br /&gt;ivan&lt;br /&gt;wenbo&lt;br /&gt;yuhan&lt;br /&gt;dongxing&lt;br /&gt;nicky&lt;br /&gt;leon&lt;br /&gt;kangraye&lt;br /&gt;daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe its very fun. the chalet was small compared to the 08' chalet, but we had more bonding time as a whole i think.&lt;br /&gt;the sleeping issue was very interesting. there was only 5 girls and like almost 10 guys, so the first night, the nice guys let us have the room first and they squeezed the first floor. thankyou all;D well there's only 5 girls anyway&lt;br /&gt;the first day we had bbq and movies. and then we went to sleep. but the girls just went upstairs and continued talking and playing. me and janice wrestled. but its obvious who wins... she's the humongo. i'm just fat.. got size no substance. haha&lt;br /&gt;then we talked about all sorts of stuff and were scaring each other. and we were scared the hell out of us when the guys knocked on our doors. we were screaming and shouting. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;abigail is the worst of all.&lt;br /&gt;the next day. i am the last to wake up. well, i'm not a morning kinda person.&lt;br /&gt;we went searching for a bike renal store. we walked through the whole park, and then finally decided to walk back to downtown east for lunch then biking.&lt;br /&gt;at e-hub i saw michelle and germaine, their classes were also having chalets.&lt;br /&gt;only a few went for biking. others just went back to rest and to play psp. we have a few psp addicts you see. abigail went back to rest and tenghiang went home.&lt;br /&gt;people who went to bike were: cheryl janice me kangraye yuhan nicky dongxing ivan leon&lt;br /&gt;we had fun. but i was more of in pain. i never tried being in so much pain, only cycled for 2 hours. blame the bike :p haha&lt;br /&gt;then me and cheryl went for a swim. nicky didn't want to swim himself. or rather, he wanna swim with the guys. heheXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was pizza and after dinner girls went to  make our beds downstairs and guys played risk upstairs. and girls went out for a game of ball. we tried to bounce the ball under each other. hahaha. its complicated._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day...  i was like last to wake up again? and some of the guys went off first and the others check out and went back to white sands shopping centre and had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;well. they went off after lunch, left with cheryl abigail and me to take neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;taking the neoprints wasn't much of a subject, but after cheryl went off and abigail and i were decorating. it was very funny&lt;br /&gt;i thought i submitted for printing, then they ask us to retake the pictures. then i was damn scared because cheryl wasn't there, then the pictures that we decorated were gone.&lt;br /&gt;but it was still here, so hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;yup this is the end. it has been days after the chalet and i don't really have much details, more of recollection of bits and pieces, but they are fun memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWS:&lt;br /&gt;Vivien Ang and family are going to watch liverpool in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;we bought the tickets already. bought the cheaper ones la. the expensive one is not within our budget.&lt;br /&gt;BUT i still support MAN-U most&lt;br /&gt;MAUCKS&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-5034124598611884510?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/5034124598611884510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=5034124598611884510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/5034124598611884510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/5034124598611884510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/05/vivien-ang-enjoys-202-chalet-09.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-3020867132432793165</id><published>2009-05-16T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:22:18.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo! my last day examing was spent veryvery nicely&lt;br /&gt;i went to vivo and spent great time with abigail wensin cheryl and tenghiang! but janice and co went to watch movie cause we don't wanna wait to eat lunch. WE'RE STARVING! rahrah&lt;br /&gt;so we went to pasta mania and ate pasta! then we gossiped a lot hahha. abigail veryvery comical and kept banging the table loudly. and we had a lot of things to complain and compare.&lt;br /&gt;but no one wanna take picture to save as memory... so i don't have any picture to put up.&lt;br /&gt;but still, we had a lot of fun choosing presents for our dear wardah syafiqah and mona. believe me the presents we picked are totally made for them:D&lt;br /&gt;then we went to "one page"&lt;br /&gt;omg we spent like a full hour there. not looking at books duh. oh we were laughing about stupid magazines and those sick magazines. apparently abigail know most about them. muahaha&lt;br /&gt;we were spending most of our time at the stationary department. i was the one spending most time. lol you cant blame me leh! i need to find a prettypretty pen to write my prettypretty book. and i swear my book is super pretty. next time then upload!&lt;br /&gt;then we walked around and sent off tenghiang, and they finally went home when i stayed back to wait for my sis. i promised her to shop with her la.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to join janice, chen hui, gloria and eewin at sakae, and i ate a spicy salmon roll! ahh mualove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister and i went to shop at bugis street and ate at soup spoon. i felt like friends instead of sisters, so it was quite good. our relationship has not been very good for very long, for manymany reasons. but after that day we went to super dog to study together, we got better together, so i am very happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay finally holidays. not exactly but who cares. i am finally free. i am HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;i am like glued to super junior's sungmin and kang in. they are uber cute&lt;br /&gt;and my favourite is SNSD's taeyeon. she is the most awesome cute girl&lt;br /&gt;hehe. time to conquer the tv&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-3020867132432793165?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/3020867132432793165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=3020867132432793165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3020867132432793165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3020867132432793165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/05/woohoo-my-last-day-examing-was-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-5531594730744163674</id><published>2009-05-01T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:51:50.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am using my dad's laptop because mine just broke down and failed me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYING OUT LOUD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-5531594730744163674?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/5531594730744163674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=5531594730744163674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/5531594730744163674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/5531594730744163674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-using-my-dads-laptop-because-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-7213977169248291182</id><published>2009-05-01T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:16:44.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;oh NO!&lt;br /&gt;my mum say... WE'RE GOING TO TIBET!&lt;br /&gt;i am not like very excited, because.. i am not!&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why. i don't really look forward. because after doing the chinese project on tibet, i kinda grew scared of tibet, honestly, i am scared of their food. i am a glutton you see, so i don't see how i can survive the whole trip. and to take the train up, the latitude so high. how am i going to survive back! lol ok over-reacting.&lt;br /&gt;what i am most scared of... is the bloody plane. i have motion sickness. in laymen terms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I AM SCARED OF PLANES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH for pete's sake. crying out loud&lt;br /&gt;and my june holidays, i am not sure about my schedule yet. how T.T&lt;br /&gt;and i was looking forward to go on a trip as a family... only 4 of us going, my dad and sis is staying back in singapore....&lt;br /&gt;and i don't like to go with the travel groups, some more if you have more inferential skills, tibet is full of sceneries and temples... you can imgagine the travel groups... HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am very excited to attend the umpiring course. so i can in hopes become a true umpire. PLSPLSPLS i really like to umpire and i hope i can umpire well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-7213977169248291182?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/7213977169248291182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=7213977169248291182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7213977169248291182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7213977169248291182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/05/omgomgomg-oh-no-my-mum-say.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-3741136314502963714</id><published>2009-04-28T21:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:47:21.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>280409&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfchITDiYDI/AAAAAAAAARg/fQ6M2lDDxyc/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfchITDiYDI/AAAAAAAAARg/fQ6M2lDDxyc/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329765110454050866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to write a touching and meaningful post but i thought to myself... am i capable?&lt;br /&gt;so i only want to write everything that happened today, and let the memories linger forever:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually at 12 midnight i was waiting for smses... haha i am ego&lt;br /&gt;but i only recieved 1 from serena(bless her) and i actually felt a bit disappointed, but i thought to myself, i am already 15 already, this kinda thing is not very important already!&lt;br /&gt;then i laid down and thought... actually i wasn't really looking forward to my birthday like the past years. i dont know why but just not the anticipation excited feeling gushing out.&lt;br /&gt;so i thought it no big deal, and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i wake up in the morning, and the moment i woke up i felt my phone vibrating. i fetched my phone and saw Yu Han wishing me happy birthday. i was really ecstatic. like the moment you wake up the fairy just struck by you. in this case it is a male fairy. it made my morning:D&lt;br /&gt;then subsequently more and more people wished me happy birthday, and i really sincerely felt grateful, that my birthday was to a teeny bit significance to them.&lt;br /&gt;i felt the greatest happiness when Debby and Jabrina wished me happy birthday. they were my best friends in primary school and we promised to remember each other's birthday. ( i still remember theirs!) and they sent me messages to wish me happy birthday. i didn't expect messages from them and i felt really very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached school i handed my gift to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JONATHAN SEET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to share this day with you, as it is our special day and i know i have said this million times but i really feel very happy to share a same birthday as you&lt;br /&gt;the first gift i recieved is from jonathan(technically) and then stacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say, stacy's present is the present that i have long looked forward to. haha&lt;br /&gt;it may not be the most expensive and the biggest present, but it is made with a lot of effort.&lt;br /&gt;i reallyreally love it. it is the best present i ever recieved for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfcjCHKZE-I/AAAAAAAAATI/DL9JgqNB1xY/s1600-h/IMG_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfcjCHKZE-I/AAAAAAAAATI/DL9JgqNB1xY/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329767203205616610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and abigail also, thank you for the photo montage. i was looking at it when we were in the hall for assembly today, and i really felt very touched. love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Sfck1itza4I/AAAAAAAAATg/hESj0UG9do4/s1600-h/HAPPY+BIRTHDAY+VIVIEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Sfck1itza4I/AAAAAAAAATg/hESj0UG9do4/s320/HAPPY+BIRTHDAY+VIVIEN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329769186286857090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during mentoring yuquan purposely only wish jonathan happy birthday and i was quite sad about it, but i got over it quickly because i promised to be only happy today:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna thank M09309 for the cake, thank you all for celebrating our birthday with us. and i also wanna thank: (Tenghiang, Junyi, Mayfong, Christine, YenYan for your presents)&lt;br /&gt;i really loved all your presents and i will not promised to keep them in best shape because i am a big destroyer:P but i promise i will safekeep all your well wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna thank everyone who wished me happy birthday and your well wishes meant a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna thank serena and yenyan who were very nice to me today:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classes were as normal today so dont wanna talk about it, but i feel honoured to be able to complete 2.4 with tenghiang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after chinese, wensin and i went to vivo to buy my present&lt;br /&gt;ps: when we were leaving yuquan still did not want to acknowledge my birthday, so i was very sad.&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to choose a bag which we can use, but we cant find a bag that we both like, so we chose a bag that we each like, and she bought for me as birthday present, i buy for her as mother's day gift. hahaha. love her.&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to shopshop aroud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfchIaBtVbI/AAAAAAAAARo/mD6TlQnl6VI/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfchIaBtVbI/AAAAAAAAARo/mD6TlQnl6VI/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329765112325428658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfchIosMLmI/AAAAAAAAARw/qM3FCffbrEY/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfchIosMLmI/AAAAAAAAARw/qM3FCffbrEY/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329765116261707362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfciVK6zO8I/AAAAAAAAASY/Ykb4rUj7af8/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfciVK6zO8I/AAAAAAAAASY/Ykb4rUj7af8/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329766431119850434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfciVQxfx2I/AAAAAAAAASg/ZMQOBz0FEmI/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfciVQxfx2I/AAAAAAAAASg/ZMQOBz0FEmI/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329766432691439458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went for ice cream at Ben and Jerry's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfchbH5UsfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/lJi2XERQGJk/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfchbH5UsfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/lJi2XERQGJk/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329765433875935730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfchbM0dMnI/AAAAAAAAASA/LPXyk8RAZrU/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfchbM0dMnI/AAAAAAAAASA/LPXyk8RAZrU/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329765435197698674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfchbRA9JtI/AAAAAAAAASI/_cF82uSqPOc/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfchbRA9JtI/AAAAAAAAASI/_cF82uSqPOc/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329765436323866322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Sfchbo-f3RI/AAAAAAAAASQ/o45MZ-UOEso/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Sfchbo-f3RI/AAAAAAAAASQ/o45MZ-UOEso/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329765442756009234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went home lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reach home, i saw yuquan's blog, i practically teared. it was super touching and out of the blue. i thought he didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;not like i needed him to care or anything, but i thought we were friends and when he didn't care in the morning and afternoon, i was really quite sad... he's just full of surprises and he really made my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother made me a birthday cake:D(although mostly i make myself, he provided the materials)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfciVkYi1II/AAAAAAAAASo/89ZQBirJuAM/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfciVkYi1II/AAAAAAAAASo/89ZQBirJuAM/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329766437955490946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfciVpUpN_I/AAAAAAAAASw/Iri2kHWtpmI/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfciVpUpN_I/AAAAAAAAASw/Iri2kHWtpmI/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329766439281309682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the final words before this day officially ends, i really feel very... different this yr, and i love all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-3741136314502963714?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/3741136314502963714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=3741136314502963714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3741136314502963714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3741136314502963714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/04/280409-i-really-want-to-write-touching.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SfchITDiYDI/AAAAAAAAARg/fQ6M2lDDxyc/s72-c/IMG_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-788358524762538011</id><published>2009-04-27T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:13:52.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LAST HOUR as 14&lt;br /&gt;i wanna say&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy being 14 and i always hate to go up one more yr, but every year i feel different&lt;br /&gt;this yr, i feel like it is really a great milestone from point 1.&lt;br /&gt;haha, i finally sieve out my true best friend (wensinnnnn)&lt;br /&gt;and it has been a tough yr for me to really get into the secondary school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will work hard and continue fulfilling my new year resolution.&lt;br /&gt;and i would want to share my birthday with jonathan seet.&lt;br /&gt;i always complain that i don't wanna share birthday with you, but i sincerely feel very happy to find someone who share the same birthday as me and in the same class for 2 yrs+.&lt;br /&gt;happy advanced birthday jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is our special day:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i turn 15... i wanna be stronger, emotionally, mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be independent. i hope...&lt;br /&gt;and just live a normal- happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: my mom just say that she forget to order cake...&lt;br /&gt;like last yr. if anyone recall, last yr she forgot my birthday. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m08202 to m09309&lt;br /&gt;big change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-788358524762538011?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/788358524762538011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=788358524762538011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/788358524762538011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/788358524762538011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-hour-as-14-i-wanna-say-i-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-3345671925926949996</id><published>2009-04-23T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:20:55.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nowadays i really don't have any topics to blog about. i am quite contented with my life,&lt;br /&gt;at least i don't complain as much, i like how it is going currently and stuff, i am happy:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy going for netball, without any competition stress, competition as in compete for the space in the school team, and just train with my friends. i like to train with the Adiv. although it does not feel like training with my own div, but they are very nice people and they will listen to my instructions, so i feel very happy. and i tried my best to be a good coach. it is like a dream come true to coach a team la. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am late today because of all the stupid fallen trees. sian... 4 times already, must write reflection.  HOW TO WRITE;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like to go for chinese class because i dont feel that i am learning anything. but i will try my best... i miss mr toh though. he's the best chinese teacher i had :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am just randomly spamming. today is quite a happy day, but i don't really know what to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-3345671925926949996?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/3345671925926949996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=3345671925926949996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3345671925926949996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3345671925926949996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/04/nowadays-i-really-dont-have-any-topics.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-651547336150494245</id><published>2009-04-16T20:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:31:53.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont feel like updating but still,&lt;br /&gt;I AM HAPPY THAT OUR LAUNCHER, although a bit lousy, but it still succeeded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna thank jonathan for that marv idea(:&lt;br /&gt;but dont think that girls never do anything okay, i built alot of the parts! girls are not useless and you wont lose out even if you are in a girls team, although it was not as good as compared to groups like YUQUAN but its still a piece of work and i really think we worked very hard for it and we deserve a pat on our backs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's english lesson was so touching. as in the video we watched, it was so true, it reflects the precise social problem and i think that it is really very sad. i don't know why parents would abandon their children. they are still a precious life and they are your evidence of your love (lets rule out those negative possibilities like eg, rape)&lt;br /&gt;hello! girls are also good people. not like we will turn out to be vampires or whatever, they are still your babies. how can you abandon a precious life that you created? many people are infertile and would die to have a baby, and there you are just discarding them. i dont know how you feel, but evern if you discard them nicely, like for example putting in a PARK with new CLOTHES, you are still abandoning them. use your big brain and think. if you are the baby, don't you feel unfair? if you wanna give birth to me, why abandon me? even if i am an "accident", i am still a somebody. what makes you have the right to throw away me? i am a gift from god, i am not a rubbish. I should be grateful of you to give birth to me instead of abort me, but after you gave birth to me, you left me a wound in my heart, where i am an abandon child and it will etch in my heart, it is an unreversible truth. if you were me, would you wanna be abandoned? even if you successfully give birth to a son after that, what makes you think that it wil be any different or better? girls and boys are the SAME, just physically different. all those what" marry already will leave" and stuff, it is just traditional sterotype. UPDATE, PEOPLE! and by the way, if you cannot afford to have a baby, don't have sex! if you wanna have sex, HAVE PRECAUTIONS or rather, just do it with yourself........ i am sorry but it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABIES ARE THE MOST ADORABLE THINGS ON EARTH&lt;br /&gt;so please, if you have a baby, don't kill/discard/abandon it. even if you don't love it, they are still precious lifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay that is quite a long lecture, but if you really wanna discard/abandon/kill a baby, GO AND DIE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently i am very pissed off with this person because whatever I said, i thought that he/she got it, but still it's going on and on and i hate it when i wanna try to make the situation better he/she start all over again and it is really very annoying and irritating, and i really hate it when he/she kept pushing on and on, I really tried to be friends with him/her but he/she is just too stubborn and doesn't get the point and i REALLY HATE IT. and i feel that he/she is just too childish and after all these stuff, i dont really think that we can still be friends. Although i would die to not see him/her almost every single day, it is impossible. and i really don't want him/her in my sight for a while for me to think over stuff and sort it out but its just like this... he/she is just here everyday and i will get angry at him/her over and over again. its so frustrating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, thats how i feel about you and i really wanna try to be friends with you but can you please have an open mind and accept that THAT is not going to happen because i really don't THAT you and don't wanna THAT you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(THAT is not a vulgarity nor a crude phrase/word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i am tired after the netball match... we lost but at least we got into second round. yippee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-651547336150494245?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/651547336150494245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=651547336150494245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/651547336150494245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/651547336150494245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-feel-like-updating-but-still-i.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-3167104737149481645</id><published>2009-04-12T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:23:50.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day 1: we went to marine south pier, it started raining heavily, we thought we cannot go, but we still did, then we reach there, it was raining. we settled down at the visitor centre, and packed all the food that we bought into the fridge in the pantry. then we went to watch the pulau semakau video, then christine cheryl and i started doing steps and PT, haha&lt;br /&gt;then we al went for a walk, cheryl and i was studying very hard for the quiz later on, when they flash pictures and we had to identify them&lt;br /&gt;then weihan and i was blasting music and dancing.. weirdly. HAHA, thats why my battery was drained...&lt;br /&gt;the quiz was horrendous. i failed... 15/35&lt;br /&gt;highest in NUSH= weihan 18/35&lt;br /&gt;all because of the cuttlefish-like- squid and al the tunicates. blah...&lt;br /&gt;then the whole night, when people are sleeping, the nush students stayed up IN THE PANTRY. lol saying ghost stories, playing tabboo&lt;br /&gt;we also played cards, mahjong, singing and we ate ALOT&lt;br /&gt;we spend the whole night eating, fishball, fishcake, hot dogs, har gao, cheese tofu, pizza. haha&lt;br /&gt;we brought a lot of stuff, there was a microwave, we basically hogged up the microwave. SUPERFUN&lt;br /&gt;but till like 3+ abigail became bored and tired and went to sleep for awhile when i just went to the sleeping area and stone.&lt;br /&gt;then when it was time to go for the hunting seeking, everyone was beat. we had to walk this VERY long stretch of road. say.. 2+ km? it was total darkness, 4+ in the morning, and we can see some sun rays, and i was very scared because it was all dark and i didn't dare to look back, its like a lot of people walking towards the darkness... like you know... when people die and stuff. it was horrifying and tiring. when we had to walk through this thick forest before we reach the inter-tidal pool. total darkness. i was squeezing jiayi's hands. i was veryvery scared. i would never walk through a thick forest for no reason in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures from semakau: sadly my phone no batt, didn't take much picture, but i used jiayi's phone, took &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 knobbly seastars, one blue spotted stingray, one seahare, one flatworm, 3 sea cucumber, 1 blue swimming crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE SUPER COOL&lt;br /&gt;the experience of finding the seahare is OMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;you know i was waddling in the seagrass area, was totally upset because i did not find any thing special, then i saw this weird black flat thing. mind you it is 5+ in the morning, still quite dark&lt;br /&gt;i went up and used my chopstick to push away al the seagrass. OMG i found a seahare! it is so cool. ms wang just used her bare hands to took it up. it look super magnificent. not the size, but it just looks very cool.&lt;br /&gt;then i went the the coral rubble area, it was quite bare, but i was walking and walking, in hopes to find a knobbly, i found the flat worm. aww it is super cute. it is paper thin and its just one piece of worm lieing there.&lt;br /&gt;i ventured veryvery far, and i found a stingray. so i shouted at jiayi, then we took down and took pictures, and then we quickly ran away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SeIO-bG8Y4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/G7eIjl64aFk/s1600-h/Image%28483%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SeIO-bG8Y4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/G7eIjl64aFk/s320/Image%28483%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323834175096906626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SeIO-L67FRI/AAAAAAAAAQg/E4pOk6q8SS8/s1600-h/Image%28482%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SeIO-L67FRI/AAAAAAAAAQg/E4pOk6q8SS8/s320/Image%28482%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323834171019957522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SeIO-HDEmPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Wga7Wif_h50/s1600-h/Image%28480%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SeIO-HDEmPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Wga7Wif_h50/s320/Image%28480%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323834169711958258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then in the late morning we took boat to go home. we were all beat and all sleeping on the journey home. i was supposed to go yenyan's house for math but i was really very tired...&lt;br /&gt;so sorry yenyan&lt;br /&gt;i went home then slept. when i reach home its like 11+? i slept till the next day 8+&lt;br /&gt;then i did not go online at night also. sorry yenyan. i am really very sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then i went to yenyan's house to finish up math project.&lt;br /&gt;then after that we went to the new tampines 1 mall to shop(my family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SeIU9jbm4PI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wm4EHaQjTP4/s1600-h/Image%28488%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SeIU9jbm4PI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wm4EHaQjTP4/s320/Image%28488%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323840757220958450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pencil holder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SeIU-UtgfKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/aqDerD18QGg/s1600-h/Image%28490%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SeIU-UtgfKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/aqDerD18QGg/s320/Image%28490%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323840770449374370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a paper holder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SeIU91VSt8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/KV2FCC9GNVQ/s1600-h/Image%28489%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SeIU91VSt8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/KV2FCC9GNVQ/s320/Image%28489%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323840762026309570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a super small pencil case which cost $38.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SeIU900dDNI/AAAAAAAAARA/rAr9CPYG-7k/s1600-h/Image%28493%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SeIU900dDNI/AAAAAAAAARA/rAr9CPYG-7k/s320/Image%28493%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323840761888574674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a wall drewn by themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SeIU-KT9YQI/AAAAAAAAARI/3Vk5SyA4uZs/s1600-h/Image%28494%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SeIU-KT9YQI/AAAAAAAAARI/3Vk5SyA4uZs/s320/Image%28494%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323840767657861378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shop named urban write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tired... byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: netball board is i stay in school till 7+ to do one. please go and see and support. i did the netball court and the big netball:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-3167104737149481645?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/3167104737149481645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=3167104737149481645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3167104737149481645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3167104737149481645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-1-we-went-to-marine-south-pier-it_18.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SeIO-bG8Y4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/G7eIjl64aFk/s72-c/Image%28483%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-622701337585984216</id><published>2009-04-09T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:24:00.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am going to pulau semakau an hour later. but i am very excited. it is really very fun.  you find new organisms, explore the mangrove, its just super fun. i still remember last time yuhan said smth about me joining pulau semakau, here i prove to you, i love the project, (apart from the workshops i did not attend because i was very busy) but still, i enjoy it. and i hope i can take a lot of pictures during this trip and upload it to my facebook. anw, i wanna talk about ytd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't wanna talk about what happened in the morning, so i will just talk about the afternoon part and following.&lt;br /&gt;jonathanryan serena and i went to subway for lunch, then we say... JINGMIN!&lt;br /&gt;omg she look so cute in the uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Sd7Wxmd86oI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Zh7OSXTU6MI/s1600-h/Image%28456%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Sd7Wxmd86oI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Zh7OSXTU6MI/s320/Image%28456%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322927957226613378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had a lot of fun eating the subway cus jonathan is a huge pranker... haha&lt;br /&gt;we had to run back to school. but ryan say it was 1.30 so we were actually late. mr lee was angry. duh, we were late for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;then the whole speech day ceremony was boring. but i like the part when they started dancing. omg i hada good laugh. it was hilarious&lt;br /&gt;yenyan look super adorable when she started singing. they made her do all the hand gestures and stuff, which in real life, she would kill if you ask her to do such stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the ceremony michelle germaine and I went to vivo. we took some helium balloons from the ceremony and started inhaling them, and OMG it was so fun. my voice is like, you know the ghost fom the harry potter toilet? hahaha its super funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we ate subway, yet again and took alot of pictures&lt;br /&gt;to view the pictures, go to mine/michelle/germaine's facebook. we never collate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada, i am off packing for pulau semakau.&lt;br /&gt;CIAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-622701337585984216?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/622701337585984216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=622701337585984216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/622701337585984216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/622701337585984216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-going-to-pulau-semakau-hour-later.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Sd7Wxmd86oI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Zh7OSXTU6MI/s72-c/Image%28456%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-3709949772076701251</id><published>2009-04-06T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:40:28.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMFG i cannot believe it.&lt;br /&gt;my brother- 110+cm, was queuing up for drinks, then he did not dare to order,&lt;br /&gt;so, me, standing outside of the queue, took over him and ordered for him. THEN ONE STUPID ANG MOH murmured LOUDLY" she cut queue" then i turned back and stare...&lt;br /&gt;Then he said" you just don't know how to queue do you?"&lt;br /&gt;OMG what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;HELLO! its not like you very tall then cannot see my brother right&lt;br /&gt;HOW DARE YOU SAY I CUT QUEUE WHEN I CLEARLY DID NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back to the table with the drinks and i complained to my family&lt;br /&gt;then my sister say: you should tell him" welcome to singapore"&lt;br /&gt;haha, quite funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i was quite pissed off at that man. stupid man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in school. well it did not start off very well because i woke up at 6.30 and i only left home at 6.50, which left me very little time to travel because my dad have to fetch my sister to school first, and imagine the distance between Pasir ris and RGS, RGS and NUSH.&lt;br /&gt;it take time... but still, i reached on time, carrying the bulky physics stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics project, i really did a lot, to the extent that i spend a whole day's time trying to say a stupid piece of wood with penknife, and then cut myself three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics lesson was okay... chem lesson was frustrating, playing with the models, but overall it was quite fun, history lesson was funny, math lesson was challenging(the ws quite hard)&lt;br /&gt;english lesson was quite interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY now about the training today&lt;br /&gt;the first time coach actually tells me how to really block well for the centre pass, and it is really helpful. our coach gives me confidence whenever she is there, she looks fierce, but she is funny and nice, she is the best coach we ever had, no doubt about it... GO COACH TEO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to blog some more, but i am very tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i think i found a new reason to go to school:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-3709949772076701251?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/3709949772076701251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=3709949772076701251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3709949772076701251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3709949772076701251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/04/omfg-i-cannot-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-4569249627278560554</id><published>2009-04-05T16:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:19:41.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;TO NETBALLERS-BBS AND NUSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay this is getting too far. it has been days after the match and its like. its never ending. OKAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hereby apologise for whatever we said that deemed as insults or impolite to the BBS netballers,&lt;br /&gt;apologise to NUSH netball CCA for not having enough discipline to control my anger (opps)&lt;br /&gt;and apologise for whatever that is seriously causing this argument to continue on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna apologise to "eh" i know you are defending your juniors, but you should set a good example for your juniors also, and not continue coming to my blog and flaming here, because it is clearly not an argument between us, but the juniors. i know i was not setting a good example also so i will delete all my tags on my tagboard and hope you treat it as you have never seen them. if you want me to remove your tags, leave me a tag so i will help you delete, and i hope that this foolish argument can come to an end for the game has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you can apologise for insulting our junior GK, because we are just playing a game, and it is really not necessary to insult her physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologise for whatever i said, and i hope we can stop this argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-4569249627278560554?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/4569249627278560554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=4569249627278560554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4569249627278560554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4569249627278560554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-netballers-bbs-and-nush-okay-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-3190733300853305191</id><published>2009-04-02T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:12:40.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE NETBALL.&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to jonathan, he was feeling empty because of... her, and i was feeling quite down too,&lt;br /&gt;i was telling him, i feel even emptier than you. but that is why i like netball, because when playing game, i forgot everything momentarily and just enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;although after that, i'll just feel sad again, but i really like the time on court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is also why i like music. breaks the silence:D&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh... i am feeling so emo nowadays. what am i gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;i go school everyday, but i feel empty inside. i don't know why i go to school for. its like systematic. you wake up to go to school. but seriously, there's no drive behind it. okay apart from my dad driving me(to school)&lt;br /&gt;haha vivien is humorous:)&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-3190733300853305191?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/3190733300853305191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=3190733300853305191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3190733300853305191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3190733300853305191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-netball.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-4834787980499452998</id><published>2009-04-01T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:21:38.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM JUST VERY HAPPY THAT HE IS NOT ANGRY WITH ME ANYMORE&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM EXTREMELY HAPPY 2.4 IS OVER&lt;br /&gt;I AM EVEN MORE ECSTATIC TO KNOW THAT MY GOOD FRIENDS' ANNIVERSARY IS COMING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a happy+sad and maddening day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy cus, he is finally not angry with me, i am sad because we went to regent for the game then suddenly they put out the red flag(literally), say that it is the lightning alert. make me go there for no reason. very sad and maddening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, and i am happy to play netball with alot of people today. ms woo never come to school today mah, so we have 2 hr free period, so we went to play lor:D&lt;br /&gt;quite fun, but i had two blisters. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is april fool's day!&lt;br /&gt;mr lee made a good joke in class, saying about him quiting and going to nus for his masters. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i don't know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;actually i have a lot of things to complain, but not on my blog...&lt;br /&gt;because it is too open. but yeah i have issues with some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO VENT IT OUT&lt;br /&gt;RAH, I FEEL SO... I DUNNO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so clueless... i wanna cry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-4834787980499452998?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/4834787980499452998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=4834787980499452998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4834787980499452998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4834787980499452998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-just-very-happy-that-he-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-2706081896801862150</id><published>2009-03-31T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:23:17.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am feeling veryvery emo today.&lt;br /&gt;the day before i never sleep, i am so hyper&lt;br /&gt;today i am just dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4 timing was acceptable. there was no one for me to pace, i was running slowly... so timing is very bad. okay its my own problem. i am just too slow T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is yuquan and christine's birthday, happy birthday to you both:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2.4 and game with Unity(36-1), i went home with mag and germaine, germ's papa tompang us to tanah merah mrt. on the car we are listening to some cd about priest preaching stuff, about talking in tungs and about sex. as in the make of love, not the sex(female and male). i dont understand what he's saying at all, but part of his preacing was inspiring. but overall i dont understand his preaching and the objective of his preaching.&lt;br /&gt;then i went home and went jogging with my sis till 9 something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel veryvery sad. its like, a lot of problems.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so dejected, i don't feel the same passion i used to have in yr 2.&lt;br /&gt;passion for chinese is totally put down, and passion to go to school is TOTALLY lost.&lt;br /&gt;i need to find a new passion to study..&lt;br /&gt;basically i just need something to work hard for.&lt;br /&gt;right now i cant think of any...&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. i still have 28 days more to change all this. by then... i'll just(you know what)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so sad, i dont know what else i can do...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes in class, i feel lost...&lt;br /&gt;like, why am i here, what am i doing here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh what is wrong with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-2706081896801862150?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/2706081896801862150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=2706081896801862150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2706081896801862150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2706081896801862150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-feeling-veryvery-emo-today.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-9094372932674494333</id><published>2009-03-29T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:26:24.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR DEAR NICKEH!&lt;br /&gt;forever so tall and funny&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so muchie:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you used to talk to me when you are bored online. haha&lt;br /&gt;and we share quite a lot of secrets:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember you commented my voice very squeaky in yr 1, then say i damn chor lor something like that. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, 生日快乐！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-9094372932674494333?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/9094372932674494333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=9094372932674494333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/9094372932674494333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/9094372932674494333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-to-our-dear-nickeh.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-2458337542315350444</id><published>2009-03-27T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:22:05.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LAST DAY OF COMMON TEST! yeepee&lt;br /&gt;but i feel both extreme sad and happy&lt;br /&gt;happy because common tests are over, sad because some things happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i was the umpire for the C div games today,&lt;br /&gt;and it is VERYVERY obvious they kept cursing us. ah well, very common&lt;br /&gt;but im just a student who is asked to umpire... and its friendlies for god's sake. why you go curse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh wtv im in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry...&lt;br /&gt;i feel so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am reallyreally sorry, i didn think you would be so angry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-2458337542315350444?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/2458337542315350444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=2458337542315350444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2458337542315350444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2458337542315350444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-8034276059171688411</id><published>2009-03-23T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:18:59.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>photos of simtech(thankyou cheryl for lending me your blazer. i swear i took good care of it:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Scd-CyndfOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xDUrywAOhS4/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Scd-CyndfOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xDUrywAOhS4/s320/DSC00731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316356471546281186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Scd-CuUZSaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/x6HHAt9F8q8/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Scd-CuUZSaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/x6HHAt9F8q8/s320/DSC00730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316356470392572322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both teams with Mr Teo Ser Luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-8034276059171688411?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/8034276059171688411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=8034276059171688411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8034276059171688411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8034276059171688411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/03/photos-of-simtechthankyou-cheryl-for.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Scd-CyndfOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xDUrywAOhS4/s72-c/DSC00731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-4440615841444158436</id><published>2009-03-22T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:42:50.972+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/KJBhpj2W0R4&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/KJBhpj2W0R4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;veryveryveryvery nice:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://pix.kshatriyadharma.com/LeeEon2.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://community.livejournal.com/coffee_prince&amp;amp;usg=__WEU5yx_LWYdBoYaSRSCgduApjzA=&amp;amp;h=610&amp;amp;w=450&amp;amp;sz=47&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=23&amp;amp;sig2=2hWUASm0S47FFio7n71RNQ&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=4PhI8gFoyTVhVM:&amp;amp;tbnh=136&amp;amp;tbnw=100&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dlee%2Beon%26ndsp%3D18%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1B3GGGL_enSG253SG253%26sa%3DN%26start%3D18%26um%3D1&amp;amp;ei=yyLGSd2sMo-YkQXV2PHWDA"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid ;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:4PhI8gFoyTVhVM:http://pix.kshatriyadharma.com/LeeEon2.jpg" width="100" height="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Model-turned-actor &lt;strong&gt;Lee Eon&lt;/strong&gt; (also spelled Lee Un, most famously of &lt;em&gt;Coffee Prince&lt;/em&gt;) has died in a motorcycle accident.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The 27-year-old, born Park Sang-min, was on his way home following the wrap party for KBS’s &lt;strong&gt;Strongest Chil Woo&lt;/strong&gt; early on the morning of August 21. He was riding a motorcycle and ran into the guardrail of the overpass, and is said to have died almost immediately.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The news has shocked everyone; online, netizens are abuzz in disbelief. Just the night before, he had been onscreen in &lt;em&gt;Chil Woo&lt;/em&gt;’s finale episode, and the sudden news is, to say the least, startling.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lee Eon got his start modeling, but shot to mainstream levels of fame when he took on the role of simple-hearted but lovable Min Yub in last year’s &lt;strong&gt;Coffee Prince&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i liked him a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ohmy god i saw this news i almost broke into tears. those who watched coffee prince would know how cheerful and funny he is. without him, coffee prince would not be as nice. i miss him... RIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if can i wish all the actors and actress don't die. but they are all humans.&lt;br /&gt;they are like part of my memories. when they die, part of my memories just turned gray.&lt;br /&gt;(tv fanatic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-4440615841444158436?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/4440615841444158436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=4440615841444158436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4440615841444158436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4440615841444158436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/03/veryveryveryvery-niced-model-turned.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-2826816944515294369</id><published>2009-03-22T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:52:27.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel that i am in love again. of course i dont like anyone. i just have the falling in love feeling. hahaha! vivien is mad...&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/4757202021084817985-2826816944515294369?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/2826816944515294369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=2826816944515294369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2826816944515294369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2826816944515294369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-feel-that-i-am-in-love-again.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-2414888492340283046</id><published>2009-03-18T20:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:08:23.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today we went for the simtech challenge and experience congress, and we got 2nd runner up! although i still cant believe that (fill in yourself) HELMET won first, but so what, we got THIRD! besides, the only working people in our team are all below age of 17. which is VERY young compared to the other teams from JCs. so, we won with glory! AND for the record, we have LEDs. i don't wanna say this but the other team from hwachong deserve first more than the (fill in yourself) helmet. too bad, don't like my comment, then leave. oh ya, and the presenter, pls dont try singing during presentation ever again. you get the idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put that aside, today i have a veryveryvery bad experience with shoes,  so i am posting about shoes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world, it is not easy to find a pair of shoes that will walk you through your life. Some people live through their lives and still could not find that pair of shoes that they were looking for their whole entire life. when some people thought they found that pair of shoes, the shoes may not fit their feet, but they just wanna wear those shoes and continue let the shoes hurt their feet instead of letting the shoes go and find its rightful owner. i call those people foolish. they should let go, and find another pair of shoes that might just be out there waiting for them. i live my life, finding the perfect shoes, but i know perfectly, now is not the time:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wearing this feet biting shoes to the simtech thing, and then on the way home i wanted to take it off and just walk home bare footed but i don't dare. then i was thinking. yeah, some people just don't wanna let go of the shoes, because they dont dare, they are afraid of lonesome, and just want someone there for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH WELL! DINNER TIME:D anti climax.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-2414888492340283046?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/2414888492340283046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=2414888492340283046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2414888492340283046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2414888492340283046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-we-went-for-simtech-challenge-and.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-2968527247152392774</id><published>2009-03-16T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:19:51.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the normal monthly PMS post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss the days...&lt;br /&gt;we had so much fun together&lt;br /&gt;netball, captain's ball, track and field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the days...&lt;br /&gt;i had so much conversation with you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that now in my new class, it isn't the same... it's like in 202 im just this big whoever, i can do whatever i want, shout scream sleep bully laugh and whatever&lt;br /&gt;now in 309, its just not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like 309, but i love 202&lt;br /&gt;i'll try liking 309 more, but i still miss 202 ALOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our class chalet is the best! can we plan one more? lol i don't mind paying more. i want us to be together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel, im nowhere near 309, but drifting away from 202.&lt;br /&gt;so currently i feel that i am in the middle of no where.&lt;br /&gt;there isn't exactly a person for me to confide to in class. not like how i confided to the 202 girls&lt;br /&gt;they were so warm cheerful and caring, but 309 girls are so not bonded. boring...&lt;br /&gt;it's like I WANT TO PLAY NETBALL DURING BREAKS&lt;br /&gt;but there isn't anyone to play with me.&lt;br /&gt;really leh. yenyan hate ball games, jon doesn't play with me, the other girls in class, break time all gone. junyi they all, basketball. the other guys, i know they wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;so in this class, i do not have anyone who share the same interests as me or same frequency with me. i dread to go to school everyday. but in year 2 i look forward to go to school, and i can even wake up early to take mrt to school, but in yr 3 i just cannot. WHY!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am happy in class, but i feel empty. when i go home, when i think of the class, there's no one i particularly  think of, instead i would think of 202 people. as in, i feel empty in the class, there isn't any thing for me to... make me feel belong to this class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss 202 guys, they all very nice, will wave when we meet, except for a few which is just not their norm to wave at me. lol but its okay. i still miss you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compare 202 guys to 309 guys&lt;br /&gt;they are more sporty as a whole, they are more attentive, more humorous, more easy to approach, more friendly, more sensitive to feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but 309 guys are also good. they are ALL smart, they are comical, they are nice... well most of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls, don't need to compare, I LOVE 202 GIRLS TO THE END OF THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4757202021084817985-2968527247152392774?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/2968527247152392774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=2968527247152392774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2968527247152392774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2968527247152392774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/03/normal-monthly-pms-post.html' title='the normal monthly PMS post'/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-4310966861672670736</id><published>2009-03-13T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:39:50.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these days i am quite frustrated and pissed&lt;br /&gt;maybe cus PMS. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;no idea la, but i am very easily angered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day went to eat lunch with yuquan and cheryl lit. on 196, got one fairfield methodist bitch board the bus and sat in front of me. when i say bitch, she's really worse than me.&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: i dont think i am a bitch but yuquan keeps calling me so i accept the fact(for fun :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's wearing her school skirt, duh, and it's not like our school skorts, it's like OPEN AIR&lt;br /&gt;and she puts one leg high on the ledge, sounds and LOOKS kinda sick. thankgod she's sitting the front most sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is really horrible, she's not even carrying a bag, she just holds onto her phone and a SPEAKER!&lt;br /&gt;and then start blasting music. its not like if she on her music without a earpiece softly i wont complain cus i also do that myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;SHE BLAST TO THE WHOLE BUS LEH&lt;br /&gt;then i was so pissed off, i was like "talking" to cheryl lit sitting beside me LOUDLY:&lt;br /&gt;HEY cheryl, do you know what is noise pollution? you don't know!? OH YA, ALOT OF PEOPLE DUNNO WHAT IS NOISE POLLUTION"&lt;br /&gt;then yuquan and cheryl lit was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't looking at the girl but she apparently turned around and stared at me.&lt;br /&gt;when we three alight, then she off her music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe she thinks we are going to complain to the bus uncle, or maybe from the start she just on to attract yuquan's attentionHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i was very tired, apparently my father tried waking me up and asked me if there's school, but i just kept replying no... LOL&lt;br /&gt;then when i wake up, its 7.45&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked! but i wasn't like frantic. late already what... what can i do, just try to go school as soon as possible lor.&lt;br /&gt;i took a cab, but the taxi driver, i dont think he read my mind, he went at 40km/h. WOAH!&lt;br /&gt;that's the slowest car speed i ever encounter.&lt;br /&gt;when i reach school it is already 8.55&lt;br /&gt;but it is okay, i never miss any lessons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE CLASS WAS HORRIBLE. apparently my zuowen was the best in the class, but it is my lowest score EVER! 50/70&lt;br /&gt;cannot imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rehearsal in NTU was horrible. i am SUPER pissed off with A and B, and they really can drive me mad all the way from SINGAPORE up to CHINA&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS our IDEA and you all should form a grp before entering, although i was absolutely against the idea of you two joining our grp but no choice, and then you two never contribute during the holidays, then when we finalised our product, and made our prototype, here you come poking your nose. like finally! but you just made it seem like it was all a team effort when you two never turn up for more than 1 meeting. i don't blame A but B, it was all excuses.&lt;br /&gt;i was okay with A but then today she really pissed me off when she made it sound like only they 4 were important and we three are not important when we are the one who thought of the idea, made the prototype when add she did was some useless job which i can pay my sister 50 bucks for her to do for me. pls let this project faster come to an end and let me get rid of them from my life. FASTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired..&lt;br /&gt;godnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-4310966861672670736?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/4310966861672670736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=4310966861672670736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4310966861672670736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4310966861672670736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/03/these-days-i-am-quite-frustrated-and.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-8826167217255335472</id><published>2009-03-08T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:15:44.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have no idea why but my phone is bursting with 2 ji ko pei's smses&lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea who are they...&lt;br /&gt;they keep harassing me, sending me sick sms and keep calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP FLOODING MY PHONE YOU JIKOPEIS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-8826167217255335472?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/8826167217255335472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=8826167217255335472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8826167217255335472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8826167217255335472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-no-idea-why-but-my-phone-is.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-470073969110002066</id><published>2009-03-03T19:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:06:15.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my akai ito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-470073969110002066?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/470073969110002066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=470073969110002066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/470073969110002066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/470073969110002066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-akai-ito.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-309371884813088640</id><published>2009-02-28T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:18:02.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vivien loves all her friends and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says sorry to yuquan for pissing him off&lt;br /&gt;sorry to michelle and team for throwing tantrum on friday&lt;br /&gt;sorry to junyi for breaking my promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nicky, what do you mean by i am having fun with a guy... you mean you didn't think i had fun with you all in 202 or you don't regard 202 guys as males? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe in platonic friendship and i believe in friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay vivien is going off to watch phineas and ferb, hannah montana, wizards of waverly place, zac and cody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-309371884813088640?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/309371884813088640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=309371884813088640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/309371884813088640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/309371884813088640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/02/vivien-loves-all-her-friends-and-she.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-2247543672292275147</id><published>2009-02-26T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:13:35.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is my rendition of today.&lt;br /&gt;today was not a bad day, is was a fun day. overall la, except a bit of ups and downs, which i dont wanna elaborate on. TODAY IS IVAN'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you:D hope you like the gifts i prepared for you.&lt;br /&gt;sorry it could be better.&lt;br /&gt;and we had our swensen's icecreamcake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SaaqifB0bTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RVT_LyiRlqU/s1600-h/Image%28406%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SaaqifB0bTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RVT_LyiRlqU/s320/Image%28406%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307116720324111666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;202's the best!&lt;br /&gt;look! they call the cream topping the "tits" haha&lt;br /&gt;that's why i love 202&lt;br /&gt;we played around with the dry ice and had a lot of fun trying to cut the cake.&lt;br /&gt;we did not prepare anything for it. lighter, knife, nothing&lt;br /&gt;we had to borrow everything, and cus its icecream cake, it's super hard to cut. so we just dig into the cake. and it was super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SaasNFJscSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/c6EMEbd_WJw/s1600-h/Image%28409%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SaasNFJscSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/c6EMEbd_WJw/s320/Image%28409%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307118551623823650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;i went off with yuquan to queensway to buy shoes, and believe me or not, i have been thinking of buying shoes for like. months. ask michelle lor!&lt;br /&gt;thenthen i called up my mom to tell her, she dropped by school to pass me money, then i went with yuquan lor.&lt;br /&gt;we were waitng for 196 when mag and cheryl lit came out and started talking about who and who very matching blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;then apparently, on the bus, there's still this topic going on between yuquan and his friends. he is apparently being "suan" PLS LOR he called me 牛粪 and called himself 花，so it's 一朵花插在牛粪上。oh thanks.&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: we're just friends, and its PURE platonic relationship, but seriously speaking, my eyes are bigger! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to look at shoes! after going out with yuqan to look for boots, i finally learn more about soccer...&lt;br /&gt;wah seh their boots are like... super hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;hard ground soft ground tall grass short grass lalala.&lt;br /&gt;yuquan very sensible leh! he buys everything within his budget. as in, he is seriously, one of a kind. IN A GOOD WAY OKAY&lt;br /&gt;then we went to look around for his boots and my shoes, then lalala, needless to say right? we bought our shoes already, and his is.. the one i have mentioned,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1WZK475pBY/SaaCtOA1KLI/AAAAAAAAABU/VwYXDg3Lpls/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1WZK475pBY/SaaCtOA1KLI/AAAAAAAAABU/VwYXDg3Lpls/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307072924270012594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from yuquan's blog: devilz-for-life.blogspot.com)&lt;/a&gt;Addidas F10.9 TRX FG&lt;br /&gt;yuquan's shoes. hot right? not bad sia, got taste:D&lt;br /&gt;i tried to get him to buy the other boots then he kept ignoring me...&lt;br /&gt;personal message to yuquan: why never upoad the cute shoe? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Saauz13oCBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/DylRlJ6iqFA/s1600-h/Image%28412%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/Saauz13oCBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/DylRlJ6iqFA/s320/Image%28412%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307121416559659026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asics Gel- Netburner Magic 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, my dream shoe. the hottest shoe ever ever!&lt;br /&gt;i will never regret buying this shoe.&lt;br /&gt;it was actually 172 bucks, then i bought is at 129. i never bargain okay! its just that shop sell cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we wanted to leave, it started raining. i of course never bring umbrella la, but yuquan did! omg, he is, what i call, 新好男人。not many guys bring umbrella already lor. so cool la, but he's still damn bad... keep cursing me for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;but still, we didn't use the umbrella, and then we spent the rest of the journey talking about cca stuff. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last disclaimer: i belong to NO ONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-2247543672292275147?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/2247543672292275147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=2247543672292275147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2247543672292275147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2247543672292275147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-my-rendition-of-today.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SaaqifB0bTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RVT_LyiRlqU/s72-c/Image%28406%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-8215351619109743591</id><published>2009-02-23T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:25:39.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is 23rd, and i think it's mr lee's birthday. happy birthday:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'm not wrong, tmrw is the 24th and its 3 people's birthday, sohjie, mathias and bryan. but im not exactly sure about bryan, i just base on my memory.&lt;br /&gt;anw, happy birthday to you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-8215351619109743591?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/8215351619109743591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=8215351619109743591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8215351619109743591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8215351619109743591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-is-23rd-and-i-think-its-mr-lees.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-5386199856915022051</id><published>2009-02-23T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:41:38.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO:D&lt;br /&gt;vivien is here to say&lt;br /&gt;hello to you in a MIGHTY WAY&lt;br /&gt;with a H and an  A and a P- P- Y&lt;br /&gt;vivien ang says HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy:D:D&lt;br /&gt;not because i slept 17 hours,&lt;br /&gt;not because i avoided my mom's scolding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NETBALL  ACHIEVEMENTS!&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;i finally reconciled with yuhan:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;netball: kakit bukit&lt;br /&gt;i played 9 halves out of possible 20 halves, so to me i feel proud. because it is a recognition. i played the most for that position!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh then there was this sembawang secondary school girl/boy(pardon me, but she has no traits that belongs to a normal 15-16 yr old girl) she was such a pain in the ass... SO COCKY. and then she pushed me, made me offside. she pushed me when i was passing, so i didn't really take notice, but i know. how is it possible for me to pass already then miracously lose my balance... the umpire kayu one. then i was so sad, cus we lost to them, when we can easliy pwn them, if not because of the short game time and the kayu umpires. (excluding elaine, i know you're not kayu)&lt;br /&gt;then i was so mad, when she wanted to catch a loop, i was so angry, i charged towards her, in aim of the ball, but also made her fall. i'm sorry, but she should know she should not play dirty on court and then antagonise people. im angry, i charge... like a bull but yeah. that's the idea.&lt;br /&gt;then their bald coach also got attitude problem one know... you sure he qualify? stupid sia, not like our coach so calmed and composed. he shouted jumped and then was like screaming and.. in my terms, like a small boyboy. shouldn't coach set a good example to the players to show some discipline in the game... then that stupid not guy not girl person keep antagonising me. but i did not lose control. i did not say vulgarities. i did not push her anymore. i know, we must play fair and square. they win so what? my mindset is: we will beat you next time.&lt;br /&gt;and fair enough, we will. i swear to the name of my baobao. we will pwn them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, our coach made this funny resolution. she say after she came to our school, she deduce that tall people are stupid and short people are smart. hahaha:D&lt;br /&gt;funny ah... not true la. but she very funny. our coach rocks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...wait till friday you will know why i am so happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going home last friday after school, then i saw yuhan dx and nicky there. i was like. oh man...&lt;br /&gt;on the bus i wanted to like... talk to them, butthen i was like. ahh don't know how to start.&lt;br /&gt;butthen after than on the mrt i was SUPER emo then kept thinking and thinking and then started crying. lol! then i smsed nicky dx and yuhan saying that i am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;then i started talking to yuhan, resolving the conflicts, and then poof, we're okay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou yuhan nicky and dongxing,&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was tiring... i woke up at 11, and then went to tenghiang's house to do simtech prototype. our cute prototype is super pretty okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better than the first 2 we made, then junyi was very nice and reminded me to wear formal. i think i'll be a real idiot if i forgot again, with the chances mr lee gave me and reminders everyone sent. thankyou all:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. MR LEE READS MY BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;so pai seh. i wrote so many... comments. lol&lt;br /&gt;i will reduce my vulgarities but pls bear with it, just treat it was intensity of words, to show how angry or happy i was. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting again. friday faster come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off, vivienang loves apples&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-5386199856915022051?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/5386199856915022051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=5386199856915022051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/5386199856915022051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/5386199856915022051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/02/hellod-vivien-is-here-to-say-hello-to.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-6941837116308772196</id><published>2009-02-15T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:55:04.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the match with kranji. hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;it was veryvery fun&lt;br /&gt;not the game, but the cat fight. not literally la, but, you should be there to witness it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;it is between me, mag and the kranji scorer.&lt;br /&gt;it is SUPERBLY FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;after my play in the third quarter as WA(no idea why but ya i was WA for a quarter)coach wasn't here, so our morale was kinda down.&lt;br /&gt;after the thrid quarter, i was super hyped up, so i went to take over the score keeper to take score la.&lt;br /&gt;then the KNN umpire super against us, super kuku someone. the kranji WD step off court still never blow, somemore look at me with the sorry look. ass you la. give me that look got cure ah! BLOW THE WHISTLE! whats the whistle for you gongong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me and mag started like shouting the shit out of us, then the KNN kranji score keeper, keep asking me to tally the score after every score made. she blind or retarded? i know how to plus one to every goal can. then she was like "36-09""37-09"&lt;br /&gt;then i was damn fed up. i was like "YESS""DUH" and i was damn pissed, i didn wait for her to ask, i shouted at her" 38-09"&lt;br /&gt;mag was like" you reply her for what?" then i say" cus i got manners" LOL&lt;br /&gt;isn't it like redundant to tally score after every goal made? anw they won cus they got this SUPERBLY BIG SIZE GS! whom is "twice our size" as quoted from may fong. seriously. she is twice my size. as you can see i am not skinny, so you can imagine her size la. she dont even need to jump la. she can get the ball without efort, then poor cheyrl lit keep bumping into her big "abs"&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm sorry if your score keeper was a whee big friendlier, maybe i would not post about your GS but she's just way of the acceptable range&lt;br /&gt;then we were like shouting" NO WONDER KRANJI SO KIASU! OUR JUNIORS WON THEM!"&lt;br /&gt;then the scorekeeper was like" OPPS did we just get into thesecond round"&lt;br /&gt;me and mag wanted to reply: so what? you're still a score keeper. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;she so loser la! bloody bitch&lt;br /&gt;so what if they got into the second round? i swear we'll beat them next yr, cus they suck!&lt;br /&gt;i swear, if they don't have that disgustingly fat GS, we'll beat them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry don't mind this post i am pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-6941837116308772196?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/6941837116308772196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=6941837116308772196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/6941837116308772196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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wanna reconcile with them, but i just, didn't know how.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i just feel that i am just a joke to them... so i would rather not talk to them than to be hurt. but i really miss them alot... i miss yuhan dongxing and nicky...&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry for daoing you in school, but i know, even if i said hi, the response will be the same...&lt;br /&gt;i reallyreally miss you all, from the bottom of my heart. you all are the best guy friends i ever met, always so fun loving and sporty. i truly miss you all. but so what... i am just... an ex- classmate...&lt;br /&gt;我希望你们在我的心里永远是那个好朋友，不要因任何事情而改变。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-5827277739431804718?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/5827277739431804718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-4441848719318082049</id><published>2009-02-12T18:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:15:02.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these few days there are many things happen. firstly i wanna say sorry to laopo, sorry for everything, and we're still good friends right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few days i feel very stressed up with school. everyday is super packed and i dont feel like i have time to breathe, with tournament and stuff, but luckily, tournament is ending soon, and it's gonna be normal again i hope. lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is valentines' day eve!&lt;br /&gt;i wish all the valentines in the world the happiest valentine day of your life, and wish all the good friends in the world be friends forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna wish these people in particular, because they are uber important:&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;Wensin&lt;br /&gt;Stacy&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the others, i love you all too, its just the name list too long and i lazy to list out all, but rest assure, you are on the list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-4441848719318082049?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/4441848719318082049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=4441848719318082049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4441848719318082049'/><link rel='self' 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livejournal, but i lazy to move to lifejournal la. blogger easier:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today the first day of school, monday... HATE MONDAY! it's superduper hectic. i also don't know why. i had 1 hour of physics 2 hours of chem 1 hour of history and 1 hour of math and lastly 1 hour of english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics lesson was... superb, like never before. i feel bored, but at the same time i feel that the lessons are very interesting. LOL weird... Miss Zhao is a very good teacher actually, but she look abit too stern. she's very serious in teaching and i find it cool, she just graduated from NUS high last yr then here she is teaching us. its super cool la! but then she not going university?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem lessons was quite fun. i also dunno why. i just feel superbly hyper and i actually enjoy chem lessons, other than mr imbuffe and mr murali. don't mistake my intentions okay! i enjoy mr imbuffe and mr murali's lessons because they are veryvery interesting. especially mr murali. he is the BEST chem teacher you can ever find. in my opinion la. he is very comical, in both the crude and not crude way, and he make sure you understands. he's veryvery smart and willing to sacrifice time for us. he's very nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history lesson. OMG how to finish the 4,6 and 8 marks source- based question within 45 minutes?( i minused 20 minutes of the history lesson because we had to go to the theatrette and settle down and going to the library to do, and to settle down all over again) i was actualy very happy that there isn't any history lessons today cus my whole mind is bombarded with physics and chemistry already, then out of the blue a HISTORY ASSIGNMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad case... luckily after history period we have 1 and a half more hours of break, so me yenyan and beverly chiong lor... beverly super fast and wrote super long. but i heck la. i already very frustrated with the homework that is thrown to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math lesson was quite interesting. but here comes the bad news... MATH JOURNAL AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;i hate math journal... it's like... how to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english assignment was VERYVERYVERY interesting. its the most interesting english lesson of my entire life. it's like, ms koo and us don't have the burden of teacher and students, and we shared our utmost honest opinon and comments. it was very fun and explicit, but we all enjoyed it. ms koo is the coolest english teacher i've ever seen, she even won my cute but phat and boring!(202 sweeties should know who i am refering to) Interesting topics: Masturbate, Wank, taking someone's pants when he is in the toilet and make him walk out of the toilet iwth only his shirt and boxers, Dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. today's training, only the ball drills, straight shuttle and square drills was fun. apart of that, i feel that the whole traiing was redundant.. OPPS. oh ya i just realised hanisah read my blog occasionally also. aiya it's my honest comment, so don't blame or be angry with me. i really don't feel accomplished. lets just hope, the game tomorrow will be fun and, we sure win!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about netball, honestly, i love netball better than any other sports, and if given second chance, i would still choose netball. but the reason why i h8 netball,as you may know, favouritism comes in. and i tell you, because of that many netballers are very sad/angry. well, happy for me or not, my position is like kinda secured. as in not my position in netball, but as in, in the game, i always play that post la. HOPE COACH DON'T CHANGE MY POSITION AGAIN... i don't mind GD actually if you don't think i am not tall enough and can take up that post. YAY. if not...(screw you) i love WD. i didn't like it in the past, but now its like, very fun! haha:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH i also like GA. today we played anyhow-position-yourself game. and i was GA!&lt;br /&gt;i shot in okay! i am PRO! hehehe^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH for the record, I RMB TO WEAR FORMAL. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand, i am apparently pregnant o.o as suggested by RYAN YOU all because i had stomachache this morning... lol OMG laopo i am pregnant! you are gonna be a mom. and JQJQJQJQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight my fellow earthlings, love you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-2825819853970778922?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/2825819853970778922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=2825819853970778922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2825819853970778922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2825819853970778922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/02/wowowow.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-1381918741584266079</id><published>2009-02-08T12:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:37:01.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我还想她- 林俊杰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;泪水 将我淹没 到底谁该难过&lt;br /&gt;究竟  是谁放掉 这段感情&lt;br /&gt;我才终于明白 办不到的承诺&lt;br /&gt;就成了枷锁&lt;br /&gt;现实中幸福永远缺获&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请告诉她 我不爱她&lt;br /&gt;笑着难过 自我惩罚&lt;br /&gt;想终止这一切挣扎&lt;br /&gt;狠了心 说真心谎话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别告诉她 我还想她&lt;br /&gt;恨总比爱容易放下&lt;br /&gt;当泪水堵住了胸口&lt;br /&gt;就让沉默  代替所有回答&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我才终于明白 办不到的承诺&lt;br /&gt;就成了枷锁&lt;br /&gt;现实中幸福永远缺获&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请告诉她 我不爱她&lt;br /&gt;笑着难过 自我惩罚&lt;br /&gt;想终止这一切挣扎&lt;br /&gt;狠了心 说真心谎话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别告诉她 我还想她&lt;br /&gt;恨总比爱容易放下&lt;br /&gt;当泪水堵住了胸口&lt;br /&gt;就让沉默  代替所有回答&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不爱 我不痛 我不懂&lt;br /&gt;我的心 早已掏空&lt;br /&gt;真心话 言不由衷&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请告诉她 我不爱她&lt;br /&gt;笑着难过 自我惩罚&lt;br /&gt;想终止这一切挣扎&lt;br /&gt;狠了心 说真心谎话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别告诉她 我还想她&lt;br /&gt;恨总比爱容易放下&lt;br /&gt;当泪水堵住了胸口&lt;br /&gt;就让沉默  代替所有回答&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别告诉她 我还想她&lt;br /&gt;就让沉默 代替所有回答&lt;br /&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/4757202021084817985-1381918741584266079?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/1381918741584266079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=1381918741584266079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/1381918741584266079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/1381918741584266079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-1280546201742537916</id><published>2009-02-07T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:37:21.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Song on my blog: Sing a long song- 方大同&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this song&lt;br /&gt;It's not too long&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this song&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;to be called all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you think about me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;But,maybe you could just lie to me&lt;br /&gt;We could be in love, you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sing a long song&lt;br /&gt;that not too long&lt;br /&gt;It's when I think about you then I hear song&lt;br /&gt;and you can sing along&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you want to&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby i wrote,i wrote this for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this song&lt;br /&gt;It's not too long&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm the one who loves you&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this song&lt;br /&gt;this can't be wrong&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna smile without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that you're mean to be&lt;br /&gt;forever and the day with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sing a long song&lt;br /&gt;that not too long&lt;br /&gt;It's when I think about you then I hear song&lt;br /&gt;and you can sing along&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you want to&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby i wrote,i wrote this for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every way, you mean more to me&lt;br /&gt;than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I do my best to show these words are true&lt;br /&gt;And if you like to make a song&lt;br /&gt;And be a perfect harmony with me&lt;br /&gt;I'd find the greatest words to sing&lt;br /&gt;so we could write our own romantic.&lt;br /&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/4757202021084817985-1280546201742537916?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/1280546201742537916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=1280546201742537916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/1280546201742537916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/1280546201742537916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-on-my-blog-sing-long-song-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-9019591440162041785</id><published>2009-02-07T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:30:16.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM FUCKING PISSED...&lt;br /&gt;I MADE A RESOLUTION TO NOT TO SPEAK VULGARITIES.&lt;br /&gt;BUT HECK.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU and I AM NOT GOING TO SPEAK 1 MORE WORD TO YOU. EVER AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: THIS IS MY BLOG. I KNOW I SHOULD NOT FLAME ANYONE HERE SO I NEVER STATE WHO IS IT, AND I KNOW I SHOULD NOT SPEAK VULGARITIES ON BLOGS BUT I CANT CONTAIN MYSELF, SO PARDON ME(EXCEPT YOU TWO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI:its not the one from my class la, he is angry with me, but i'm trying to 跟他和好.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-9019591440162041785?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/9019591440162041785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=9019591440162041785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/9019591440162041785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/9019591440162041785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-fucking-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-2075354274157376030</id><published>2009-02-07T19:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:08:39.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO LONG NEVER POST ALREADY!!!&lt;br /&gt;i miss all my 202 sweeties, except yuhan dongxing and nicky.&lt;br /&gt;i miss 202. no doubt it is the best class i ever got into. it is like, BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sad in my new class. i was, actually happy for a week plus, now i am sad again.&lt;br /&gt;all over again. but michelle is getting well, so kudos to her la:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to make myself happy but its just. i dont know why we just started quarelling. i really don't know why. these few days i've been sleeping veryvery late, and i was very cranky and grouchy in school, i get angry for no reasons also, for that i apologise... but i dont know why!!! he is so angry with me. i am sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i wanna post about RYAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SY1uvDle7nI/AAAAAAAAAPI/UsxrpTRs6Fk/s1600-h/SNC00118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SY1uvDle7nI/AAAAAAAAAPI/UsxrpTRs6Fk/s320/SNC00118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300014091180371570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SY1uvQ296OI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/PwqkiLebJCE/s1600-h/SNC00119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SY1uvQ296OI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/PwqkiLebJCE/s320/SNC00119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300014094743365858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tie for him de! so cute right!? hahaha! jorgin and junkiat also have a copy. their copy actually nicer than mine. stupid ryan don't wana pose for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my two good friends in class( for which 1 is very angry with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SY1uLQ6YkhI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ASaE1dBYHi4/s1600-h/SNC00087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SY1uLQ6YkhI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ASaE1dBYHi4/s320/SNC00087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300013476282405394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SY1uLSuF5dI/AAAAAAAAAPA/17Jp3OWMRgk/s1600-h/SNC00088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SY1uLSuF5dI/AAAAAAAAAPA/17Jp3OWMRgk/s320/SNC00088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300013476767720914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be angry with me already! i apologise once again, im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-2075354274157376030?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/2075354274157376030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=2075354274157376030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2075354274157376030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2075354274157376030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-long-never-post-already-i-miss-all.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SY1uvDle7nI/AAAAAAAAAPI/UsxrpTRs6Fk/s72-c/SNC00118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-218442277739524681</id><published>2009-01-31T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:32:57.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i removed the comments on... ya that person. i feel sorry for blogging about him, but i still think he is irritating. sorry but i hold my stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what, we won AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;31-4&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't a good game. apart from the rain, it was not a good game compared to the last game.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't very happy about it. after match, we went to vivio and ate long john silver. it was a tradition for the "once c-div" b-div players. we always eat long john silver at vivo after zonals. it is a... habit. haha&lt;br /&gt;still, i didn't like that game at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-218442277739524681?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/218442277739524681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=218442277739524681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/218442277739524681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/218442277739524681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-i-removed-comments-on.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-8278119182158168240</id><published>2009-01-24T21:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:29:26.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYBODY!&lt;br /&gt;the celebration yesterday in school was... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i forgot that school starts at 8.45 in school, and i went to school at the normal timing. stupid right? wait so long. then i went to canteen to have breakfast with michelle, blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;i hang out with jon for the whole celebration, and then laughed and laughed at stupid things. lol&lt;br /&gt;the dance was... funny. the rehearsal was actually better than the actual dance. they were out of tempo and stuff, it was stupid. our school dance club, no offence, has been gone case ever since the year 6s stopped dancing. gone case:P&lt;br /&gt;but i like the cross talk. it was like the coolest thing in the whole performance. it is SUPER entertaining, compared to the stupid quiz which made HANSIANG a bad person, and the questions are all so cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget about the performance. 202 had a mini gathering at plaza singapura! not everyone of course, kangraye daniel matthew wardah syafiqah mona wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;the trip on 196 was very fun, everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves. i never felt as close as a class ever before. isn't it ironic? when we separate then we start to miss each other. aww. i miss 202.&lt;br /&gt;we had alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;eating at KFC, went to cathay, they wanted to play lan but have to space, so we went to watch movie. speaking of which, people who watched the movie, and form 202, are: leon jon vivian cheryl ivan tenghiang abigail stacy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiamin cheryl christine cherie and shihui was there to watch with us, yuki junxiong jeremy and wenbo didn wanna watch, yuhan dong and nicky also, so they went home. but yuhan and nicky stayed till the movie started, and we had a lot of fun together. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inkheart was heart throbbing. i was like so hyped up in the whole movie. partly because the characters come of them look like the Joker. it was a veryvery nice movie. LOVE IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, it was veryvery fun! and i love 202:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-8278119182158168240?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/8278119182158168240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=8278119182158168240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8278119182158168240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8278119182158168240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-everybody-celebration-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-3042154012734427614</id><published>2009-01-22T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:47:11.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WON!&lt;br /&gt;c div thrashed the opponent totally, 22- 9&lt;br /&gt;b div did well, 22-15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a very tough fight between b div and zhenghua. their coach is humongous. the size and the popularity. but still, we won them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a very close shave, they are indeed veryvery good. we all agree that they are good players.&lt;br /&gt;we had mispasses, ALOT of obstruction (mostly by me), contacts, STEPPING! HELD BALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first quarter: C christine, WA yueqi, WD hanisah, GA jiamin, GD Mag, GS michelle, GK debra&lt;br /&gt;the first quarter, we were all veryvery tensed. the game was very chaotic and many faults were commited. the score was NUS 4- ZH 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second quarter: C christine(sub yueqi halfway) WA xin yuan, WD me, GA jiamin, GD debra, GS germaine, GK mag&lt;br /&gt;the second quarter was muchmuch better, everyone tried to slow down and relax. the game was clearer, but here is where my obstruction curse start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrid quarter: C yueqi, WA xinyuan, WD me, GA jiamin, GD debra, GS germaine, GK cheryl&lt;br /&gt;the thrid quarter, in my opinon was the best quarter! obstruction was horrendous... by me la. later i will explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth quarter: C yueqi(sub christine halfway) WA xin yuan( sub yueqi halfway) WD me, GA jiamin, GD debra, GS germaine, GK cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya actualy i am not very sure about the positions of GK and GD. i know i am supposed to work with them, but i realy dont remember which one is played by mag or cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, C is centre, WA is wing attack, WD is wing defence, GA is goal attack, GD is goal defence, GS is goal shooter, GK is goal keeper. it is very easy to understand right? the positions is almost like soccer's midfield, striker and defender, and goal keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were many injuries today. zhenghua sub in ALOT of people in the game, i cant imagine there's another school who is more injury prone than us lor. they are good players, but their supporters very bad. when our GA and GS wanna shoot, they all started coughing and "eurgh" ing. like WHAT THE HECK are they doing? last time i was GD, then the opponent GA was shooting, then i cough, umpire scold me leh! then they keep coughing lor. they think we stupid or what? irritating lor. then finally, in the second quarter i was so fed up, i shouted at them: WHAT THE HELL LA&lt;br /&gt;think it worked, cus they stopped. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. important point. jiamin and christine injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYA i find it pointless to post about the game. post le also no one understand.&lt;br /&gt;forget it. BUT netball tournament is really very fun. and miss teh is supersuper nice, she bought bananas and apples for everyone. so nice right!? i ate two bananas. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy i played three quarters. it is super fulfilling. to know that the team's wining is part of your contribution. LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i not sure whether i like netball or not. i love playing netball matches, but i hate it when the feelings come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT OUR NETBALL TEAM ROCKS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-3042154012734427614?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/3042154012734427614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=3042154012734427614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3042154012734427614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3042154012734427614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-2282561571495538727</id><published>2009-01-17T18:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:44:33.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG yam ask me why i listening to so many songs( i turned on the "show what i am listening to" on msn) then i say cannot meh? only can listen to school song and majulah singapura meh? then she say no, cus i am your niang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER FUNNY !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember calling her niang in school.&lt;br /&gt;then she went like "yes hai zi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWW! she's so cute. hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-2282561571495538727?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/2282561571495538727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=2282561571495538727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2282561571495538727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2282561571495538727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-yam-ask-me-why-i-listening-to-so.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-7515970213577584010</id><published>2009-01-17T16:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:00:56.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. i really appreciate Yuquan Yuhan Michelle and YAM. they really... enlighten me a lot?&lt;br /&gt;especially yuhan and yuquan, they talked to me about what i should do and stuff, and i really really appreciate all those advise, and i'll try to work on it. lol. thankyou:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle and YAM. thankyou michelle for showing all the concern and love although we couldn't be together most of the time, but really thankyou for taking out the time. and, sorry for screaming at you yesterday in the games, the game yesterday was really horrendous. we could do better, but i don't deny the C div did well. good job c div, anyway next yr we would be joining with the c div so its better that they improve! so next yr we could do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou yam, although i was crying and crying and you didn know what to do about me. lol i could see la. but you were there al the time with me. i'm sorry, and i really thank you. thankyou thankyou and thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my crazy fish. MAG and CHERYL pls get well ASAP. i dont wanna play Goal Keeper. IT SUCKS. i don't normally play goal keeper, but i tried my best yesterday. I AM NOT TALL ENOUGH TO BE ONE. so plsplspls get well soon so you can take back your post and i resume to my post. GET WELL SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG i just realise i haven't change my class on my profile. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-7515970213577584010?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/7515970213577584010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=7515970213577584010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7515970213577584010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7515970213577584010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-1167826128564111703</id><published>2009-01-15T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:57:59.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>202... i miss 202, i miss hugs from the girls, i miss playing netball with the guys, i miss being comfortable in the class, with friends...&lt;br /&gt;isit only me? i feel... suicidal. i can like jump off the building right now and then not be on earth anymore and no one notice. i thought i could like the class. i really tried my best. i really liked the class for 3 days, self deceive or whatsoever, but when i was walking and walking, i realised, i am all alone. new friends, old friends, im just all alone.&lt;br /&gt;so pathetic right? who cares anyway...jon will go like : sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its okay. its okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-1167826128564111703?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/1167826128564111703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=1167826128564111703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/1167826128564111703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/1167826128564111703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/01/202.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-8131006765023167961</id><published>2009-01-13T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:00:54.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PEOPLE! i kinda like my class:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like ryan, he's adorable and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;i like yuquan, he's smart and funny.&lt;br /&gt;i like YENYAN, she's friendly and... well, violent&lt;br /&gt;i like jonathan, he's ultra nice and friendly compared to M08202&lt;br /&gt;i like ivan and junyi, though they're irritating in class, but they are funny entertaining and nice.&lt;br /&gt;i like yansheng, cus he's smart and friendly&lt;br /&gt;well, i like eileene and woan chyi, but they stick to you-know-who. i dont have chance to talk to them. but still, i like them.&lt;br /&gt;other people, i like, but i didn really interact with them, so i cant list what i like about them.&lt;br /&gt;but i think my class is nice:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, i LOVE 202. i miss 202, although we aren't that close anymore, but i still love them.&lt;br /&gt;to yuhan nicky and dongxing(okay not much of yuhan and nicky): i love you all, but you all be nicer to me kay:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay when i am more free then i will blog but now i need to PEE. bye:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-8131006765023167961?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/8131006765023167961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=8131006765023167961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8131006765023167961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8131006765023167961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/01/people-i-kinda-like-my-classd-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-6113780568687702739</id><published>2009-01-07T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:50:02.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohooo!&lt;br /&gt;sing the following song to the tune of"we're going to the zoo today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nerd is going to chingay parade&lt;br /&gt;chingay parade,&lt;br /&gt;chingay parade.&lt;br /&gt;the nerd is going to chingay parade.&lt;br /&gt;we can play all day&lt;br /&gt;we're going to chingay parade&lt;br /&gt;how about you-you-you?&lt;br /&gt;you can come too-too-too&lt;br /&gt;we're going to chingay parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO PARTICIPATE IN CHINGAY PARADE. MISS KOH IS SO AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i didn wanna participate... my mom say its a great exposure. later i get lost in the crowd how? LOLOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-6113780568687702739?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/6113780568687702739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=6113780568687702739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/6113780568687702739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/6113780568687702739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/01/woohooo-sing-following-song-to-tune.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-2097821415462268699</id><published>2009-01-07T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:51:27.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today in the morning my dad picked up weijin mag and candice to school. then we reached school at say.. 6.55? it was very early. then me and michele went to the canteen to look for the birthday girl! JIAYU! she treated us to toasted bread(hostel food) and i gave her the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today wasnt a bad day in school. today lessons start.&lt;br /&gt;before lessons, we had ACE. we had to elect female mentor rep. and i nominated YAM! duh, she's like the most suitable candidate. nyx was nominated and i was too... i didn wanna be involved anyway. but the main point is, whoever is the female mentor rep, it doesn matter. just not someone who is overly enthu and out of her mind.&lt;br /&gt;then the flag they painted. i swear is they paint de. all i did was outline... because yam ask me to. yeah anything la. the colours they chose, other that green and black, was horrible. omg, our flag. poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIO LESSON WAS UBER BORING&lt;br /&gt;who wouldn think so... she started talking about relationships and then... her life journey blahblah&lt;br /&gt;then ryan was like: i don think she is married. haha who knows. i wouldn mind if she starts the lesson straight away and cut away those intro crap. but she looks nice enough, and she got us the human models for us to look. okay the reproductive models look super colourful and complicated&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i was dozing off every interval of 3-4 minutes during the video, cus it is really boring. talks about eiffel tower, the human bones, the space, disorientated mind, centrifugation blahblah. okay... i dont find the link and need but maybe it is educational? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay life after that isn't worth blogging in my POV.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya i drew a design for the cca shirt cus i thought the pre-existing shirts are too... over the top. no offence seriously. it is just a thought la. but any of the design that is chosen, i would treasure them. i like netball shirts, not exactly the design, but the meaning of it. AWW so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sitting arangement in the class, i think it is not bad, quite well actually, just that i don't like to sit right at the back being, i am the fourth shortest in the class and i am sitting right behind. thats just not right. and i am myopic! so i seriously don like to sit at the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the talk in the hall, i know it is important and stuff, but today i am just extremely tired, i also don't know why. so i just doze off every... 5 mins of the talk. but i stil got to hear most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home with audrey deborah and stacy. deborah so poor thing lor. but she's like the sweetsweet girl. love her:D god bless her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my tian1. why mr toh not teaching me... i want mr toh la. he's teaching part of 05 and 06(classes split) i want mr toh la. he is like bias towards me? so i like it. HAHA no la. cus he's very nice and always don't scold if i forget to bring my homework or didn hand in on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays math quiz isn't difficult. i can do it. but i wasnt prepared and, i am naturally stupid. so i need preparation. sigh. but i will admit it and will go for remmedial if needed. i know i did very badly for the quiz... i know. I KNOW HOW TO DO ONE LOR... RAHR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i am kinda emo and i wanna be nerd for the rest of the days so i am going to bring the school kinda bag. i am not gonna be vain or anything of that sort. i just wanna be a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, hope the days get better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-2097821415462268699?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/2097821415462268699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=2097821415462268699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2097821415462268699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2097821415462268699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-in-morning-my-dad-picked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-4047243234828041909</id><published>2009-01-06T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:18:13.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now im getting friends. YAY&lt;br /&gt;okay i sound like some autistic person who just recovered. no im not. i was lonely and sad during the first few days of orientation. no close friends... only had jon with me. but vivian, rest assure. he's yours forever more. i have no intentions or whatsoever to flirt with him or steal him away from you or something of that sort. cus i really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new friends are eileene and YAM. haha. yam kept hitting and punching me for nothing. and its a serious punch. like i am sitting there watching the concert she will punch me on the back for no reason then says i disturbed her. I AM WATCHING THE CONCERT. so unreasonable right? (just joking) you're really very cute and interesting. looking forward to spend more time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really appreciated jon's accompany. he's like my only support in class. thankyou jon.&lt;br /&gt;yuquan also, thankyou so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; life will get better i hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-4047243234828041909?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/4047243234828041909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=4047243234828041909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4047243234828041909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4047243234828041909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-im-getting-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-6786410259897655214</id><published>2009-01-03T19:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:02:41.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hello people. firstly, Happy New Year. May this year be a wonderful year for all of you out there, even if it may not be for me, i still wish y'all all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth is, this year started with an issue with my mom. she thinks that discovery home and health is childish, and she switched to channel 55, the chinese dramas and stuff. who knows whats in her mind. but its okay, it wasn't quite an issue to me. then, it was the school reopen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was actually quite happy with the reopening of the school. i was eagerly anticipating it, i wanna know how my class would be like. as you all know, i am not as fortunate, i don't have a 202 girl with me in my new class, except for jon and ivan. yeah which brings me to look at the girls in 309, huiwen, yujia, dayna and 4 new girls( Nyx, Sereena, Eileene and Yen Yan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, huiwen and yujia, i know they are nice people and stuff, but they're just not my cup of tea. seriously no offence. i know they are nice. i just... i'll just see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dayna, still no offence, she's just, i think she's more friendly to guys than to girls , so.. yeah. and she's also in charge of the orientation. most of the time they're just missing, so there's no chance too. but she's nice too. let nature takes its course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new girls. although i am their guide and stuff, they already know this school's infrastructure inside out, most of it la. so there's actually no need for me to be there after they know where's our classroom. then they're more close to each other, so... yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS&lt;br /&gt;this part i really dont wanna talk about it. it is horrendous. jon is like the only "close" friend i have there. then when he wander off, go find vivian and stuff, i am like... alone? so it's not a good idea too. he's a good friend, but not my "best friend" type of guy... so vivian don't need worry, and jon, stop thinking that i am interested in you or that sort of things, cus i treat you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timothy... you know i don't like irritating people, especially people who ask idiotic and brianless questions, or do stupid things. i dont appreciate what he do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satya and anarnya. erm............. i dont know what to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivan and junyi. they're like superglue like that! haha, they're nice, but yeah, waiting to get to know them better._. something of that sort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jun kiat. quiet and quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jorgin. also quiet.(surprisingly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tan shan. quiet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan sheng. normal guy, but still... need more communication bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuanhan soh jie and yuquan. erm... they are just, them, so i try not to get involved with them. if not i would like.. die of fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada. my whole class. pathetic and sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after orientation, michelle and i went to germaine's house to stay over because the day after we had a netball carnival early in the morning, so we stayed over so that she could drive us there. he house is hge, and she has a maltese, the name is ah gao( dog in hokkien) weird name. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall the stay is fun, we bathed, ate and watch tv, then we played wii. but germaine very bad. she ditched us to talk on the phone with *coughcough* shouldn't say la.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to bed. we three shared her queen size bed. it was veryvery cold, and we were like snatching the blanket. i was in the middle of them, so most of the time i have blanket. haha&lt;br /&gt;we had a very long talk in the night in bed before we went to sleep. i love both of them. germaine and michelle. my most beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarification&lt;br /&gt;i am not bisexual. i am interested in guys and guys only.&lt;br /&gt;cus i said i was bisexual in class... i also don't know for what. to lighten the mood of everyone bah.&lt;br /&gt;the whole class is sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. the next mornig. we woke up extremely early. actually no. but stil very early, michelle complained that she was hot, when the aircon is clearly on and it was in the dead morning, the air is all cold. me and germaine was freezing and didn wanna get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;we had milo and bao for breakfast. germaine's parents and maid very nice to us:D&lt;br /&gt;then we picked up candice and mag. we shortly arrived the netball centre at kallang, then warmed up. it was still very cold, so i wore my jacket and ran. it warmed me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won 4 games and lost 3 games. although 1 of the games that we lost, we could have won, but it was due to the slackiness and the lack of sense of urgency. but everyone did well. literally everyone. everyone got to play. it was very fun. candice very nice lor. help us take the scores. XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the juniors wasn't very bad. they won 2 games and lost 4 games. but still, kudos to them. i love shini and candice xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nose bled in the netbal centre 2 times, and bled once in germaine's house. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh i hope i can get along with my class... ldsjhfquwgdoqwd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed my font to a larger size... is this okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-6786410259897655214?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/6786410259897655214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=6786410259897655214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/6786410259897655214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/6786410259897655214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-4165642503343893373</id><published>2008-12-23T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:51:56.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today.. we went for "TWILIGHT"&lt;br /&gt;muahaha. it was over my expectation. people say not nice, but i think its nice:)&lt;br /&gt;but today's outing wasn't a teeny bit fun. yuhan and dong just like let us live in out own world. very hurt leh. kept asking where they are heading, then they just kept walking. okay...&lt;br /&gt;quite sad. i mean, yeah, i expected it to be fun, since there is yuhan and dong. they're like the funfun guys. but today it's just, seclusion. deeply hurt, seriously. nicky didn come, i figured out it may be better if he's here. don't know... are they preparing us the separation of the class? okay this is abit far, i mean my imagination. i just miss them, they fun, happy, jokeful them.&lt;br /&gt;Today: disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday! 22nd. hmm.. what did i do? oh i stayed at home and watch tv, do housework. believe me. i don't mind washing clothes, washing dishes, sweep the floor, mop the floor. the thing i hate to do most is... nevermind no one wants to know. it's horribly disgusting. the point is, VIVIEN DOES HOUSEWORK:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day before... 21st! it's my one and only brother's birthday! WOOHOO! happy birthday:D primary2 net year. grow up slower, enjoy your childhood(: love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm tired and sad. My friends just walk away without saying a word. i'm gonna leave my computer and kiss the holidays goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH did i mention about my "BF" from the post before my previous post? haha&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://www.breederretriever.com/photopost/data/739/stand_schnauz.jpg" src="http://www.breederretriever.com/photopost/data/739/stand_schnauz.jpg" width="615" height="462" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada.&lt;br /&gt;shuai right?  too bad he was returned back to my cousin, haha.. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.mobilejazz.co.uk/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/samsung-i900-omnia.jpg" src="http://www.mobilejazz.co.uk/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/samsung-i900-omnia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new phone. samsung omnia. not iPhone... but i realised, i'm going anti-bandwagon.&lt;br /&gt;but instead,i wanna get a polaroid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.adessoalbums.com/images/polaroid-camera-img1.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.adessoalbums.com/polaroid-one600-ultra-camera.html&amp;amp;usg=__E91j0N44NrdelrYn5oP4SslyyXg=&amp;amp;h=241&amp;amp;w=282&amp;amp;sz=10&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;sig2=VUgyS0qHswEyVCTwREbvnw&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=2pd2nsRbP8pWmM:&amp;amp;tbnh=97&amp;amp;tbnw=114&amp;amp;ei=f8JQSavCNIWSswLylPTODQ&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpolaroid%2Bcamera%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1B3GGGL_enSG253SG253%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid ;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:2pd2nsRbP8pWmM:http://www.adessoalbums.com/images/polaroid-camera-img1.jpg" width="114" height="97" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abit too much hor... but i wanted it since i knew it existed. i always dreamt of taking photos and then paste it all on my table. save up and buy. YAY&lt;br /&gt;okay going off. bye 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-4165642503343893373?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/4165642503343893373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=4165642503343893373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4165642503343893373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4165642503343893373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/12/today.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-8302365994588444353</id><published>2008-12-13T18:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:27:47.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just cut my sister's fringe! hahahaha! very funny.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not boasting okay. it's quite nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo! i got my manicure. it's pretty, it's gorgeous. it's just... vivien&lt;br /&gt;wentfor training yesterday. i cant help to be late...&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. didn tell you, late comers must run 5 rounds when non latecomers get to run only 2... she purposely one right? nevermind. i can only blame myself&lt;br /&gt;i ran 5 rounds HONESTLY. but slowly. hahaha. no one invigilating what... besides, i slept only 2 hours. FYI, i just cant fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;but training after that was. FUN! i found my feelings to netball. perhaps? not sure yet, still in search of it, but hopefully i can find my passion in netball and not quit netball because i like playing ball games.&lt;br /&gt;after training i went for lunch with yueqi and elaine. michelle didn wanna come along. oh, did i mention i had to do steps all by myself because i came late? wtv&lt;br /&gt;we went to sumo house. i was very hungry, but the biggest eater is yueqi. small size but huge appetite. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;then blahblahblah, and i went for the simtech meeting with janice and tenghiang.&lt;br /&gt;our mentor was... very busy. i didn know why. is he popular or important? why is he not able to participate in any meeting? but luckily we got to meet him. he was white... quite shuai, not very shuai.(because the other mentors say he's very shuai so i was kind of looking forward to meet him)&lt;br /&gt;then we discussed idea and stuff, janice was... as usual, very lame. our ideas were very funny&lt;br /&gt;then we had to go into this room, with 6 big grown up men, the only three of us, sitting at the opposite side of the table, trying to explain our idea. i was begging gjanice, i didn wana go into the room. an you imagine how scary it is? but afterall... it was just a piece of cake for VIVIEN... HAHAHA XD&lt;br /&gt;oh ya btw, janice i'm sorry for throwing a tantrum, because i had a date, and the meeting was overtime, so i was quite pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. as i have said, i did my manicure. here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SVC84vUNtEI/AAAAAAAAAOw/DLFeOOoAF5k/s1600-h/DSC01354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SVC84vUNtEI/AAAAAAAAAOw/DLFeOOoAF5k/s320/DSC01354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282930045865538626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-8302365994588444353?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/8302365994588444353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=8302365994588444353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8302365994588444353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8302365994588444353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-cut-my-sisters-fringe-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SVC84vUNtEI/AAAAAAAAAOw/DLFeOOoAF5k/s72-c/DSC01354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-5749433086117295791</id><published>2008-12-12T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T03:39:51.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm gonna get my fab manicure. &lt;br /&gt;yaya i know. netball can't have nails. so what? i won’t give it up. &lt;br /&gt;speaking of netball. guess what. it is beginning... oh no. it HAS been on my nerves&lt;br /&gt;and training totally "ROCKS MY SOCKS" or my toes... i've been getting blisters and cuts. but it's not that pain compared to the DENTIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my appointment was 5 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;i went there early... and the clinic was NOT open o.o&lt;br /&gt;so i waited... for half an hour, and i SWEAR the assistant told me 5 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;and then after the wait of half an hour... the assistant arrived.&lt;br /&gt;and she said, " oh, our clinic opens at 6" I'm sure you can imagine my face. &lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE CRAP? you told me my appointment is at 5 when the clinic opens at 6. how clever&lt;br /&gt;got early bird discount? oh mother... then the whole treatment could almost make me jump off the chair. she ask whether i want anesthetic, and i said yeah&lt;br /&gt;and there she goes taking out the needle, and i thought, oh well its not a big deal,&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH it is the worst shot ever. she injected first time, and then let the needle stay there while she talks to the nurse... hello, you're giving me a shot here. CONCENTRATE!&lt;br /&gt;then she kept talking to me about her son, and do you actually expect me to reply? cus i obviously cant reply you, considering my state. and in the room, with me and her only, i smelled the gas... if it was me i would have said sorry, cus it's not ver polite. BUT ITS NOT ME&lt;br /&gt;and then she farted, leaving me open mouthed, breathing... how nice oh her huh?&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, i went for x-ray. she asked me TWICE. like i would cheat on you.&lt;br /&gt;"are you pregnant" okay, like i am that stupid to know, if i am pregnant i shouldn't do x-rays&lt;br /&gt;and i did 2 x-rays somemore. of course i knoe it is the procedure to ask. but... ah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;go on and ask me again, and i'll just say yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why... these days, i can't sleep till 4-5 am. and it is terrible, but at least i had company. i brought him home yesterday when he flew all the way from australia, my new boyfriend. he's very cute, and he's staying with us till next week. he's like the cutest little thing on earth. i'll be sad to part from him. IM me on msn. i'll show you his picture. haha. you'll love him as much as i do. totally adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so... i wanna change cca. if you know me, you shd know the reason. i'm not very happy in netball. basically, not only me that is not happy on netball, in the b div school team. michelle, my best friend in the team thinks so too. it's not happy ever since the b div school team training started.i don't feel happy playing netball anymore. it's not about the training... but because of the feeling. i don't feel the same about the school team than the normal team, with stacy, chris, wenli, jiayu, huixin, germaine, michelle. all my good friends in netball. netball is meaningful because of them, because i wanna play with them, be in the team with them. but now there's only left with me michelle and germaine. the whole team is just... to me it feels phony. it a team forced together... and the feeling suck. it's just a... robot, build to win, but has no feelings. i have no feelings for the team at all. people always say: i love my team mates and stuff. but to me, we're just team mates... nothing else. we're just put together, in hopes to win, but we don't feel anything for each other. in fact, i think i would be happier if i don't get into this mess. the heart isn't there when i train. i just feel forced to train, and don't feel the passion to train, to win. netballnetball... cruel cca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from the grumbles about netball, I GOT CABLE TV! my father just subscribed to it. have i not told you how much i love my father? he's the best man on earth, just a little too sleepyhead.&lt;br /&gt;haha. xoxo &lt;br /&gt;ohoh. i switched my phone plan to starhub. it isn't a fabulous plan... something like my current plan... but at least... I HAVE 2 YEARS FREE CALLER ID! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;it has been a million years since i can like KNOW who called me. haha&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD LOVES ME. and i'm getting my new phone soon. not gonna tell you what it is YET. but it's my dream phone. not that fabulous. but ITS MY DREAM PHONE. AHH&lt;br /&gt;screams to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss EVERYONE. &lt;br /&gt;DX, NICKEH, YUHAN, JON, WENSIN, STACY, JIAYU,GERMAINE, MICHELLE, ABIGAIL JANICE, TENGHIANG, WARDAH, SYAFIQAH, VIV, CHER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am looking forward to go to pulau semakau again :D&lt;br /&gt;and i got the whole set on my hands! "twilight, new moon, eclipse, breaking dawn" and i'm still waiting for the last book. wanna to watch twilight with my sister. I wanna see the action. the vampire. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family went out for dinner with my mom's side aunt's family.&lt;br /&gt;my two hottest guy cousins are there. one isn't that hot anymore. the other is just... *smokes*&lt;br /&gt;SO HOT! don't worry i'm not into my cousins. it's just not right for the family tree.&lt;br /&gt;then i realise that the cousin who has been copying my sisters and i, she joined every single activities we joined, and just trying to beat us, she's attached. haha. good news.. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-5749433086117295791?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/5749433086117295791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=5749433086117295791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/5749433086117295791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/5749433086117295791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-gonna-get-my-fab-manicure.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-2320753950631948359</id><published>2008-12-02T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:50:12.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>apparently some lousy shit who don't dare to mention his/her name tagged&lt;br /&gt;dare to insult don't dare to own up... no balls&lt;br /&gt;okay... I have replied you on my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;as i have said: you can flood my tagboard for all i care.&lt;br /&gt;if i don't like the remarks, i'll just delete them.&lt;br /&gt;afterall, its my blog&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a shit to you... you shit:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OKAY! apart from the brainless insult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well! today is 2nd december, not a significant day, but.. ITS JANICE'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;what wishes you have?&lt;br /&gt;miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss all my friends, in particular, my classmates&lt;br /&gt;this is starting again... vivien is going to talk about the same old thing blahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;but i really love the class.&lt;br /&gt;i felt that i really grew alot emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;once i was this cry baby, every little thing also cry&lt;br /&gt;remember the starting of yr 1? i cry and cry every single day.&lt;br /&gt;called my parents in school, complained that i want to transfer school&lt;br /&gt;cant stand this school so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;now, the "me", i don't cry that easily anymore. i can control my tears, my anger better&lt;br /&gt;i already cut down on my vulgarities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall, i stayed in this school for 2 years already.&lt;br /&gt;my classmates accompanied me in this school for 2 years&lt;br /&gt;we went through all together: activities, outings, competition&lt;br /&gt;remember the interclass track?&lt;br /&gt;:D remember the captain's ball?&lt;br /&gt;it was very fun with you all&lt;br /&gt;now we're going to part. what else can i say?&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for these two yrs that we've been through together, and... i love you all&lt;br /&gt;sincerly x)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;today's not so exciting. i cooked myself a bowl of porridge and then watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;i rewatched Princess Hours, Goong&lt;br /&gt;its very nice.&lt;br /&gt;i like to watch tv... because in the drama, i can find things that may not exist in real life.&lt;br /&gt;its like, when i'm sad or down, when i watch tv, i would forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;thats why i LOVE comical/ mystery shows&lt;br /&gt;i can forget everything and laugh as the story goes&lt;br /&gt;or think about how to resolve the mystery&lt;br /&gt;"Forensic heros" aka 法政先锋&lt;br /&gt;there's the second series&lt;br /&gt;channel U is screening the first series&lt;br /&gt;ITS VERY NICE!&lt;br /&gt;sorry i rented it, so i cant lend it to you. yuhan say burning is illegal, so i cant burn it for you either. sorry:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello! miss" is a veryveryvery funny korean drama series&lt;br /&gt;i got the cd. i bought it... duh&lt;br /&gt;you want? can lend you:D&lt;br /&gt;its really very nice and touching. i watch it like 4 times already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-2320753950631948359?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/2320753950631948359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=2320753950631948359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2320753950631948359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2320753950631948359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/12/apparently-some-lousy-shit-who-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-4735428397424334047</id><published>2008-12-01T17:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:14:31.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/STOx7kl4cmI/AAAAAAAAAOA/lb0sMBbReTg/s1600-h/DSC01342.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;we went to BLISS restaurant for dinner, advance celebration for my sis birthday&lt;br /&gt;it was very nice&lt;br /&gt;i ordered a sirloin steak with black pepper sauce, escargot and fresh oyster&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! first time to try escargot it's really nice, and not that expensive. should bring my friends there someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/STOx7UL0NNI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vczI5ZAnTq0/s1600-h/DSC01341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/STOx7UL0NNI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vczI5ZAnTq0/s320/DSC01341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274755221169648850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada! this is the view. it is situated in a park. ambience very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/STOx7kl4cmI/AAAAAAAAAOA/lb0sMBbReTg/s1600-h/DSC01342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/STOx7kl4cmI/AAAAAAAAAOA/lb0sMBbReTg/s320/DSC01342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274755225573945954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad. and the table. with my brother eating pringles. a bit sotsot. eat chips when we're going to eat dinner. thats my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/STOx71sVHoI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2HEPfILmj9A/s1600-h/DSC01345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/STOx71sVHoI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2HEPfILmj9A/s320/DSC01345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274755230164393602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! there's a shadow behind. *INHALE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna see how my hair look when i do the ceramic perm at home?&lt;br /&gt;my sis did for me. haha!&lt;br /&gt;looks like... i don't know how to describe la.&lt;br /&gt;her birthday wish. no choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/STOx7Kh6XbI/AAAAAAAAANo/eHp-b0GzBFg/s1600-h/DSC01294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/STOx7Kh6XbI/AAAAAAAAANo/eHp-b0GzBFg/s320/DSC01294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274755218577972658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/STO1okbNU0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TOWuHhUbrbo/s1600-h/DSC01346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/STO1okbNU0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TOWuHhUbrbo/s320/DSC01346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274759297158173506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like pig? wtv la. the hair quite nice right. talented o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE TRAINING&lt;br /&gt;although know i am a substitute, BUT I STILL GO FOR TRAINING&lt;br /&gt;such a good girl right?&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand it. run sprint for 5 rounds...&lt;br /&gt;might as well ask me to go run 2.4km? once and for all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i didn sleep well last night. so my dad say don't go training, say can die or something like that... i already never go for a few trainings already, furthermore, big debra coming back today.&lt;br /&gt;if i don't go sure kena spam sms... so have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya... now no mood to blog. very angry. my sis birthday big already lor. order here and there.&lt;br /&gt;nowadays i stay at home really nothing to do.. after watch tv bathe eat then WATCH TV AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;really bored. NICKY! organise gathering again please. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-4735428397424334047?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/4735428397424334047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=4735428397424334047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4735428397424334047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4735428397424334047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/STOx7UL0NNI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vczI5ZAnTq0/s72-c/DSC01341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-1314194347622841456</id><published>2008-11-28T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:02:33.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people. it has been quite a while since i blogged&lt;br /&gt;i could not blog last night because i went for PROJECT SEMAKAU!&lt;br /&gt;it is... believe me, VERY FUN&lt;br /&gt;semakau island is very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;we took a boat there. i have motion sickness, so i had to rely on pills.&lt;br /&gt;haha. our guide was JULY! or, as what we call, mr puff, because our group is called pufferfish&lt;br /&gt;it is a better name than noble volute already.&lt;br /&gt;i had booties on. it is the boots. don think farfar&lt;br /&gt;we ventured into the intertidal area, and walked quite far into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;we saw three knobbly sea stars, ALOT of sea sponges, some sea slugs, one sea cucumber, a worm, quite a few nudibranchs. they are all so cute. and believe me, i touched them all. i like them okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was supposed to go for training, but i didn feel well in the morning, so i didn go&lt;br /&gt;but i felt better in the afternoon, so i went to nicky's condo.&lt;br /&gt;blahblah&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like filling you all in about what happen there.&lt;br /&gt;its a secret. HAHA! nothing sick nothing pervertic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuhan ask why i joined project semakau on the way home, "isit because janice joined?"&lt;br /&gt;NO it is certainly because of janice, she isn't that influential to me yet.&lt;br /&gt;and he say i would not last long&lt;br /&gt;i cant assure anything, since i cannot forsee. i know i like to explore forstuff, and i like the proj&lt;br /&gt;my ambition... is forensic scientist. that is very far, i know, but i really like that occupation&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn mean i am not interested in marine biodiversity&lt;br /&gt;i am still interested, but its just... i would like to participate in this project and help preserve semakau island with all the guides and all the helpers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. i caught a hairy crab on my hands. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and about the issue of i am short and inproportionate&lt;br /&gt;i shal not dwell on the fact that im not tall anymore. it is not a fresh subject, and the life is short and hard, why should i spend my time trying to grow tall and why not spend more time playing badminton with my friends, and getting hit by shuttlecock?&lt;br /&gt;haha. seriously, i am totally over the issue of i am short. you can say i short and fat whatever&lt;br /&gt;it doesn matter&lt;br /&gt;i love myself, and my mom and dad love me as who i am&lt;br /&gt;so that's what that matters.&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn mean i am not vain&lt;br /&gt;i am vain, and a shopoholic. i don't deny.&lt;br /&gt;but people's casual remark don't hurt me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i'm inproportionate? well i think i am relatively proportionate compared to people who are obese and anorexic, so, that should solve the case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i realise, dx really moved to bukit batok&lt;br /&gt;omg, how did this happen?&lt;br /&gt;i like to go home with you... now you move to bukit batok how to go home with you?&lt;br /&gt;sobs... is it for long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"rish" is quite a fun game, i really think so:D&lt;br /&gt;thankyou nicky for providing the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, today, thankyou nicky yuhan dongxing and cheryl for making my day.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-1314194347622841456?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/1314194347622841456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=1314194347622841456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/1314194347622841456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/1314194347622841456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-7323635821043527043</id><published>2008-11-26T03:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T04:05:23.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so proud of myself. this is the 71st blog post. hahaha! for today, i'm gonna talk about yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;woke up early in the morning, apart form my dad's voice, the voice i heard, was janice's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irritated... LOL! read on&lt;br /&gt;i'm irritated because i wanna sleep more.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not scared about the trainings or the boring lectures, but the point that i have to force myself to wake up, really make me very angry&lt;br /&gt;i prefer to wake up naturally, every single day i am disturbed... very irritated&lt;br /&gt;you can interrupt me when i talk(i always don't get to talk.. if you recall, i'm the one waiting to talk)&lt;br /&gt;you can interrupt me when i'm thinking,&lt;br /&gt;BUT DO NOT INTERRUPT ME WHEN I'M ASLEEP&lt;br /&gt;one smack onto you&lt;br /&gt;if i am supposed to stay awake like for lectures you can wake me up la. but if i can sleep, and you wake me up, if you're a guy, i make sure i smack you hard, if you're a girl, i make sure i jerk your hair tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get the point that i'm trying to bring across?&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway, i found out that my neighbour, who is of the same age, same sex,  and same pri school, who was in the same class as me, also joined pulau semakau! so conincidental right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today the lecture was basically&lt;br /&gt;cool, but after lunch, i doze off during the lecture.&lt;br /&gt;sorry la. people full already will tend to be more tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i rmb most vividly is... the crab has two penis!&lt;br /&gt;the crabs have to moult in order to grow, once the mature male crab found a not yet matured female crab, it will cling on to it, like mount on it, to prevent other male crabs from ACCESSING&lt;br /&gt;it(thats the verb the lecturer use)&lt;br /&gt;then the female crab moult, the beginning, the shell would be very soft, so that male crabs will go on with the mating phase, PENETRATE the two penis into the female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what the lecturer said. haha&lt;br /&gt;janice was being VERY lame, she asked: is the blue coral the drink that we drink?&lt;br /&gt;DUH!? of course not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh then we went to the raffles museum of biodiversity&lt;br /&gt;they have preserved tiger, cheetah, civet, bat, monkeys&lt;br /&gt;they were all alive.&lt;br /&gt;now they are preseved... die already still have to stand there let us see&lt;br /&gt;i saw preserved birds. but i already don't feel anything already. since i buried two.&lt;br /&gt;but i saw the monkey in the chemical, i almost cried la.&lt;br /&gt;how can they do this...&lt;br /&gt;i was so scared the animals will spring to life, so i was clinging to janice, we were traumatised la&lt;br /&gt;but she damn joke. she called the black sun bear a "dog"&lt;br /&gt;then she say: the "dog" is positioned very scarily.&lt;br /&gt;then i was laughing at her.&lt;br /&gt;it is open to public, so you all can go there visit for yourself. it is like close up to animals you never imagined being so close with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went home. blah. skip all those boring details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've decided to let nature take its course.&lt;br /&gt;i agree i shouldn just blindly pledging "don't wanna get involved in teenage relationship" then later don't stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou, mah gey partner.&lt;br /&gt;i really thought over it. veryvery deeply and i know i'll just let things go the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN IDEA FOR ANYONE THATS IN NEED OF IT&lt;br /&gt;for quite awhile i've been trying to act like someone who's not me, just to make him like me. but deep down inside, i know, even if he fell for me, it's not the real "me", but it's the "me" i'm trying to be. is it worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chim right? i know i know. it is my idea of the day. proud of it. wahaha. not very frequently right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good morning everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye:D&lt;br /&gt;oh ya before that, a song of reflection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics to This Is Me&lt;/strong&gt;- Demi Lovato&lt;br /&gt;I've always been the kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;That hid my face&lt;br /&gt;So afraid to tell the world&lt;br /&gt;What I've got to say&lt;br /&gt;But I have this dream&lt;br /&gt;Right inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let it show, it's time&lt;br /&gt;To let you know&lt;br /&gt;To let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is real, this is me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now&lt;br /&gt;Gonna let the light, shine on me&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found, who I am&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to hold it in&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To feel so in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To dream about a life&lt;br /&gt;Where you're the shining star&lt;br /&gt;Even though it seems&lt;br /&gt;Like it's too far away&lt;br /&gt;I have to believe in myself&lt;br /&gt;It's the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is real, This is me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now&lt;br /&gt;Gonna let the light, shine on me&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found, who I am&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to hold it in&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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, I gotta find you&lt;br /&gt;You're the missing piece I need&lt;br /&gt;The song inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you, I gotta find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is real, this is me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now&lt;br /&gt;Gonna let the light, shine on me&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found, who I am&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to hold it in&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;You're the missing piece I need&lt;br /&gt;The song inside of me (this is me)&lt;br /&gt;You're the voice I hear inside my head&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found, who I am&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to hold it in&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaningful right? okay. love yall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-7323635821043527043?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/7323635821043527043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=7323635821043527043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7323635821043527043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7323635821043527043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-proud-of-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-3155857053573873024</id><published>2008-11-25T18:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:37:14.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to post the day before, my sis don't let me use com, so i have to use the com before she comes home from work&lt;br /&gt;part time job la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, training, i slept at 1 because of my sis lor... we went to AMK to eat...&lt;br /&gt;it was HORRENDOUS&lt;br /&gt;believe me. i ate only a slice of cheese for breakfast. okay read on&lt;br /&gt;then i went for training. it was like hell early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;feel like dropping out of the school team. but its my dream!&lt;br /&gt;persevere lor&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'll sure be sub.&lt;br /&gt;my position have alot of sub&lt;br /&gt;like WA, have xinyuan, tricia, christine.&lt;br /&gt;and WD, have hanisah(SHE PRO LA, SURE CAN TAKE THE WHOLE 45 MIN)&lt;br /&gt;then GD, no need to say, have debra.&lt;br /&gt;seeseesee! how to compete with them?&lt;br /&gt;so, i'll just sit and watch&lt;br /&gt;at least i can train during hols with the team, then don grow that fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway, the point is, our official coach went overseas, so a relief coach came in&lt;br /&gt;NATIONAL SHOOTER&lt;br /&gt;what the?!&lt;br /&gt;she damn hiong la!&lt;br /&gt;starting, jog for 4 mins, that's still okay, then we have to the launches, like VERYVERY DEEP&lt;br /&gt;then do bar work, BALLET AH?&lt;br /&gt;and then followed by spiderman, 40 SPIDERMANS! what the?&lt;br /&gt;then, 6 sprints&lt;br /&gt;then 5 suicides, which must be completed within 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;i know, to pro people like yuhan who has three medals, it is nothing&lt;br /&gt;but to me, it is disaster&lt;br /&gt;i ran the first one, i already know i cmi&lt;br /&gt;then ran the second one, i already can feel my suffocating chest.&lt;br /&gt;but i look at the uber pro coach , i cannot don't run&lt;br /&gt;so i ran the third time&lt;br /&gt;and when i came back,&lt;br /&gt;i cannot take it anymore, and coach ask people who cant continue to rest awhile, so i did&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't continue the last two suicides.&lt;br /&gt;wtv. it is really suicide for me if i really ran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then coach threw me mentos, and say: pop three in&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? i already feel very giddy and feel like vomitting already, still ask me to eat&lt;br /&gt;but she big mah, cannot argue with her. so i popped three in, and sucked them&lt;br /&gt;then she scolded me: CHEW!&lt;br /&gt;so i quickle chew, and then lie down for awhile&lt;br /&gt;but i still cant take it, headache and so... i got up, went to the toilet,&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;PUKED!&lt;br /&gt;it is like miracle. right after puking, i feel so much better&lt;br /&gt;basically, you wont wanna know what i vomited. and guess what&lt;br /&gt;you know what made me think way??&lt;br /&gt;LATE DINNER&lt;br /&gt;because it is not properly digested, so i had indigestion, and vomited&lt;br /&gt;and tada, i feel much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bathe in school&lt;br /&gt;hate the cold water, but after vomitting, cold water feels comfortable&lt;br /&gt;and i went to meet up with wensin&lt;br /&gt;she always bluff her aunt, say she has to go to school, when she always go out.&lt;br /&gt;so everytime we go out, she's wearing school uniform. i never teach her to lie ookay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wandered to raffles place, and we didn know how to get to the citylink mall&lt;br /&gt;we called abigail, she say it is raffles place, but when we got out, it is the place where we went for the singapore walk. the statues and stuff&lt;br /&gt;so, i told her: i'm positive it is cityhall&lt;br /&gt;and we went to cityhall, tada! i'm right&lt;br /&gt;we were walking and walking, deciding on whats for lunch&lt;br /&gt;we actually wanted to go jack's place&lt;br /&gt;then we walked past sakae sushi, and we both felt a craving for it, so we went for it!&lt;br /&gt;and guess what! wensin paid the bill!&lt;br /&gt;i was taking out my wallet, wanting to pay, finding the small notes, then she handed the cashier 2 50 dollar notes. WAH! her salary leh!&lt;br /&gt;then i wanted to pay her back, she said: no need la. i say i treat you mah&lt;br /&gt;i was like dumbfounded!&lt;br /&gt;haha. cool mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked past the ripcurl&lt;br /&gt;it is my fav, i cannot resist the temptation!&lt;br /&gt;then i saw a wallet. PRETTIEST WALLET!&lt;br /&gt;it is 20% off! omg i had to buy it, it is calling me. i can imagine holding it. it was meant to be mine&lt;br /&gt;(NOTE: the part above was exaggerated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to shopshop&lt;br /&gt;we went into minitoons, and then i bought the sweets, when she bought a waterbottle. something like mind, but different. lol&lt;br /&gt;and then and then we were brainstorming on janice's birthday present(2nd dec)&lt;br /&gt;then i rmb something, the musical box!&lt;br /&gt;it plays "happy birthday" song&lt;br /&gt;we saw it, and knew that was IT&lt;br /&gt;quite expensive&lt;br /&gt;normally musical box is like big and bulky, and plays on itself when you open the box, but the one we bought was the antique kind, you need to turn it on yourself&lt;br /&gt;darn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we continued to shop, and i walked pass this shop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay waitwait, sorry to cut in.&lt;br /&gt;MY FATHER JUST SHOWED ME A TEN THOUSAND DOLLAR NOTE!&lt;br /&gt;OMgosh!&lt;br /&gt;it is effing big and cool!&lt;br /&gt;grr.. he never give me lor. if i present a 10k note to the cashier in macdonald, can they find me the change? haa. sorry random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, we continue to shop, then i found this veryvery pretty tie- back vest.&lt;br /&gt;it is very pretty. really veryvery pretty&lt;br /&gt;okay hahah!&lt;br /&gt;i bought it. spoil myself a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went home. i reached tanah merah, then i saw this two very perculiar guys&lt;br /&gt;they are like staring at me, i wasn't wearing my specs, but i knew them then we stepped into the cabin&lt;br /&gt;JEREMY MA AND DESMOND ONG&lt;br /&gt;OMOMOMGOSH&lt;br /&gt;they shave botak lor. they say cus their ncc senior ask them to&lt;br /&gt;their ncc sound so systematic and fun, not like ours...&lt;br /&gt;they having 4 day 3 night camp.&lt;br /&gt;how unfair can this be?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, in pri school, i loved to play with jeremy's hair. curlycurly bouncy de.&lt;br /&gt;who ask him always pull my rubber band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SSviY4x8JgI/AAAAAAAAANg/Ar1u24zyv2w/s1600-h/DSC01255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SSviY4x8JgI/AAAAAAAAANg/Ar1u24zyv2w/s320/DSC01255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272556705953883650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he used to be shorter than me... WAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desmond got a girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;jeremy dio rejected.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to desmond hs with jeremy and played. actually i didn really play. more of became their slave. had to draw their ncc stuff for them... shouldn't have went.&lt;br /&gt;then their friend came, and brought the "number one" attire&lt;br /&gt;apparently they call the white attire that Emmanuel wore on NDP the "number one"&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why. jeremy and desmond look damn funny in it. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: going nicky's hs to play badminton after training on friday. anyone keep to join? girls esp.&lt;br /&gt;message me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-3155857053573873024?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/3155857053573873024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=3155857053573873024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3155857053573873024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/3155857053573873024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-everyone-i-wanted-to-post-day.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SSviY4x8JgI/AAAAAAAAANg/Ar1u24zyv2w/s72-c/DSC01255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-1810754481074823977</id><published>2008-11-23T15:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:36:04.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a very long and boring but informative post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;currently my fav song and this is the song thats on my blog. love it, if not, on mute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent- Ne-yo(idol!)&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;It's something about&lt;br /&gt;Just something about&lt;br /&gt;The way she moved&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;There's something&lt;br /&gt;About her&lt;br /&gt;(About her)&lt;br /&gt;Say ooh&lt;br /&gt;There's something&lt;br /&gt;About kinda women&lt;br /&gt;That want you&lt;br /&gt;But don't need you&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;There's something&lt;br /&gt;About her&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she walk like a boss&lt;br /&gt;Talk like a boss&lt;br /&gt;Manicured nalis&lt;br /&gt;Just sent&lt;br /&gt;The pedicure off&lt;br /&gt;She's fly effortlessly&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she move like a boss&lt;br /&gt;Do what a boss&lt;br /&gt;Do&lt;br /&gt;She got me thinking&lt;br /&gt;About getting involved&lt;br /&gt;That's the kinda girl&lt;br /&gt;I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got her own thing&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love her&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come&lt;br /&gt;And spend a little time&lt;br /&gt;She got her own thing&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love her&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;The way you shine&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;There's something&lt;br /&gt;About kinda woman&lt;br /&gt;That can do&lt;br /&gt;It for herself&lt;br /&gt;I look at her&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me proud&lt;br /&gt;There's something&lt;br /&gt;About her&lt;br /&gt;There something&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;So sexy&lt;br /&gt;About the kinda women&lt;br /&gt;That don't even&lt;br /&gt;Need my help&lt;br /&gt;She says she got it&lt;br /&gt;She got it&lt;br /&gt;No doubt&lt;br /&gt;There's something&lt;br /&gt;About her&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she work&lt;br /&gt;Like the boss&lt;br /&gt;Play like the boss&lt;br /&gt;Car and a crib&lt;br /&gt;She about&lt;br /&gt;To pay em both off&lt;br /&gt;And her bills&lt;br /&gt;Are paid on time&lt;br /&gt;She made for a boss&lt;br /&gt;Soley a boss&lt;br /&gt;Anything less&lt;br /&gt;She's telling em&lt;br /&gt;To get lost&lt;br /&gt;That's the girl&lt;br /&gt;That on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got her own thing&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love her&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come&lt;br /&gt;And spend&lt;br /&gt;A little time&lt;br /&gt;She got her own thing&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love her&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;The way you shine&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favourite thing&lt;br /&gt;Is to say&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry I got it&lt;br /&gt;And everything she got&lt;br /&gt;Best believe&lt;br /&gt;She bought it&lt;br /&gt;She gon steal my heart&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no doubt about it&lt;br /&gt;Girl&lt;br /&gt;Your everything I need&lt;br /&gt;Said your everything&lt;br /&gt;I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got her own thing&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love her&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;Wont you come&lt;br /&gt;And spend a little time&lt;br /&gt;She got her own thing&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love her&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;Ooh the way you shine&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chalet, was perfect. although there were flaws. it was enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY1&lt;br /&gt;i went to white sands like an hour early, my mom want to have lunch&lt;br /&gt;i went to KFC to eat, then bought toothpaste! haha. last min shop, no choice&lt;br /&gt;then i shopped aimlessly. totally aimlessly. haha&lt;br /&gt;bought EOY gift for abigail stacy and janice, and also, for wensin!&lt;br /&gt;then i continue walking aimlessly. white sands is seriously boring... and i walked in and out the same shops. haha&lt;br /&gt;finally, i cant stand the heavy weight of my bag, and went to library? to sit for awhile. haha. when i thought it was time for me to leave, i went down the escalator, then the first person i say, was KR! haha. i was like. YAY! SOMEONE'S HERE!&lt;br /&gt;then he went to have lunch with yuhan leon and nicky, then i continue my aimless walk, and i couldn't take it anymore, so i called abigail, and walked around with her, went for a drink at the foodcourt, and then met up with wardah and syafiqah, there came matthew ivan junxiong wenbo and yuki! then followed by cheryl and janice, and finally... DX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone except nicky yuhan and dx sat on the bus to Downtown east, and they walked there. honestly, they walked quite fast. then we went to fairprice to shop. it was seriously a havoc. haha. stacy met us there. then lalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for janice's mom and we chatted at the check in station, chatted with people.&lt;br /&gt;lalala&lt;br /&gt;we checked in, and rest for awhile, on the tv and chatted for awhile&lt;br /&gt;started bbq!&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha! i started fire okay!&lt;br /&gt;we threw in alot of firestarter!&lt;br /&gt;me junxiong dongxing nicky cheryl&lt;br /&gt;it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;i stayed at the bbq pit to bbq for everyone lor!&lt;br /&gt;then janice stacy they all came to start bbq-inging, guys came out too, but wenbo still continue watching tv... oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;pulled nicky and gang to buy a small chocolate mouse cake for tenghiang, belated birthday cake!&lt;br /&gt;lalala tenghiang came! jeremy came, we had a lot of fn bbqing and eating&lt;br /&gt;janice kept on dropping the food&lt;br /&gt;and apparently fishball is the hottest food&lt;br /&gt;i kept bbqing(eyes tearing), and then i want to start eating, NO MORE FISHBALL&lt;br /&gt;ANGRYANGRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is getting boring. i just say the main point&lt;br /&gt;after dinner some people started watching tv, play monopoly, play psp&lt;br /&gt;i was the tv and psp person&lt;br /&gt;played yuki's psp, and watched tv!&lt;br /&gt;after all the divided activities, we played truth or dare&lt;br /&gt;it was veryveryvery cool. we shared alot of secrets. ah! i know who someone likes!&lt;br /&gt;then jon came... from west coast! hahaha. too bad his vivian goh never come.&lt;br /&gt;then we continue playing our game. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poeple who stayed back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wensin tenghiang cheryl abigail janice me&lt;br /&gt;matthew leon jonathan nicky yuhan dongxing yuki wenbo junxiong jeremy kangraye ivan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then some of them went to sleep, we stayed up for IRONMAN!&lt;br /&gt;i ate cupnoodles. yay! people took all my fishball mah!&lt;br /&gt;then gave the remaining half of cup noodles to jon. cant finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after iron man, the guys left to their room, then i slpt too&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a spare and a strike at the last frame!&lt;br /&gt;the first strike in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wahahaha! we played 2 games, and went pasir ris park, wanted to cycle ivan forgot to retrieve his IC! ran back to retrieve, and then drizzle abit so we had to abort our idea. lalala&lt;br /&gt;went back to chalet and then started playing truth or dare AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;stacy was there, janice and wensin went back(packed rooms for us! love you all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then people started packing up, then we went for dinner. only YUKI KANGRAYE IVAN CHERYL and ME stayed overnight. wahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;we all packed and took all the pillows and blanket to the girls room, and packed the guys room thoroughly, we all slept in one room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we all went for dinner at subway! the first ever time i eat subway. i copied dongxing cus he say his order too loud. haha. quite nice choice. THANKYOU DONGXING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE white chip macadamia nut cookie(INSERTS SMILIES) its like my favourite cookie if someone bake it for my birthday, i will love you with all my heart. buy me one also can !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuki went home to change, and then we sent yuhan nicky jon and dongxing home then the 4 of us went to... ARCADE! it was veryvery fun. we played alot of games, and had a lot of fun the parapara the guys play was very funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played the basketball too. kangraye and yuki is the perfect combination la.&lt;br /&gt;played very well but we played the kiddo one, and broke the high score. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have coupon thing keep coming out, so we were saying: oh since can kr don have pencil, and we can exchange for one, why noe, then yuki say: if enough can also exchange for eraser and sharpener. hahaha! indeed, we exchanged for a mechanical pencil for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we took neoprints. wah it was funny. yuki and kr very comical we had alot of fun decorating it next time i'll upload it. then we wanted to go back to chalet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked past the cinema, then i was very excited, and said: why not watch HSM3? then since ther was only 5 of us, there wasn any objections. we wached and it was funny! we laughed all the way. the sitting arrangement was ivan, cheryl, kangraye, me and yuki ahaha. i laughed very loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol then we wanted to swim, but they closed it. so sad lor we went back to the chalet, we were too tired to bathe, so we just set up the beds, and played for awhile&lt;br /&gt;we dolled up yuki, put on make up for him. i had to pin him down to put make up on him. haha he look very pretty lor&lt;br /&gt;ivan volunteered to put on makeup. haha&lt;br /&gt;kangraye dont want, so we didn wanna force him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kr and ivan slpt on both sides of the bed, then i slept in between cheryl and yuki&lt;br /&gt;cheryl and ivan fell asleep straight away, kr played psp for awhile, then slept too i forced yuki not to slp, and kept asking him to talk to me he was very nice to stay awake, and think of things to talk to me. nicenice guy! butthen at the end, he just fell aslp&lt;br /&gt;i was so bored alone, i fell asleep too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY3&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up, no one told me about my sleeping postures, so i wasnt very aware of it until in school, ivan kept telling everyone how close me and yuki was. okay i'm sure he made that up. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i was too cold to move an inch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;lol i was shocked. we could not find the blankets, so we all had to share, but when i woke up, i found that the blankets are on the floor. ANGRY! super cold lor&lt;br /&gt;ivan woke up first! then we all woke up and bathed.&lt;br /&gt;as expected, yuki woke up the latest!(dont deny) and so, we packed up and left for school we were like rushing to school? late for quite awhile the paper was... acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i don expect anything gr8, so dont care then we wanted to go home, i only slept for 1 hour... actually wanted to go home, but since nicky they all waiting for yuhan. i might as well wait too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicky dx jon and me played cards for awhile and ate bread. finally yuhan is out, zikri was there too we ate at commonwealth,&lt;br /&gt;but there wasn any muslim stall, so zikri cant eat there&lt;br /&gt;they guys was eating and i was sleeping in the foodcourt. 5 mins la. haha then we wanted to go ECP cycle, but decided to go janice hs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she promised billiard, but when we reached there, she say she cant book it, so we had to play the playground.&lt;br /&gt;cheryl came and join us too. it was fun, but i am always stuck. (crocodile)&lt;br /&gt;then yuhan went off(WUSHU), so we went up to janice hs and played janice cheryl dx and me played cards, nicky jon played wii(GTA) then we went to meet wardah and syafiqah at Changi airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jon nicky dx ad me went to look for subway nicky went to ask for direction thenwe went to where the uncle told us it was and guess what was it?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wait for it&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wait for it&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;THE TRAIN!&lt;br /&gt;we wanted Subway, the restaurant, not the train&lt;br /&gt;hahaha then we found out that subway is only in the transit point so we had to eat BK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dx was cheated big time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he ordered a "supposedly big" burger, and found out that he was cheated by the picture. haha! then he goes on explaining whopper is bigger than my burger.&lt;br /&gt;know your appetite big la.&lt;br /&gt;then stacy janice and cheryl came with their autograph book, so we had to write lor.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote all in chinese,different from others!&lt;br /&gt;then dx was writing janice's book, i saw him writing her chi name wrongly, so i wrote on her book, i thought was scrape paper mah. lol. SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness dx smart! he changed it to "CAP"!&lt;br /&gt;haha. then we sent of wardah and syafiqah, wardah hugged me veryvery tightly.&lt;br /&gt;lol! we saw them in, (their gate was closing)&lt;br /&gt;then stacy and janice took bus home, me and dx took mrt,&lt;br /&gt;nicky cheryl and jon went to the viewing gallery. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i finally got home after three days, and i wasn't happy about it. i mean... i like to spend time with all my friends, of course i miss home, but i still wanna spend more time with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don wanna talk about the simtech experience thing, so skip that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st of november:&lt;br /&gt;I HAD TRAINING IN THE EARLY MORNING, AND IT IS NOT THAT GR8&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness coach wasn't here early in the morning, so we did very little warm up of course it is after much pleading la. hanisah was reluctant, but we talked her into it yay!&lt;br /&gt;then we did all sorts of ball practices&lt;br /&gt;michelle gave me a present she bought for me when she went overseas!&lt;br /&gt;then after training, i quickly go and bathe, the water is damn cold.&lt;br /&gt;can the school invest in hot water system? PRAY HARD&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went home with deborah(small)&lt;br /&gt;then we were talking about sports day, and the people in my class&lt;br /&gt;she say dx looks like ian foo, and looks like chinese cartoon character(the avatar?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was telling her: you will miss your class when you have to break up with them in yr 2. i was like you, hoping to change class in yr 1, but when i reach yr 2, i would kill to not change class but...&lt;br /&gt;ah well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went home, to change and to put down my bag, went to pasir ris mrt to meet up with cheryl they all!&lt;br /&gt;cheryl was there, then followed by dx and nicky.&lt;br /&gt;we went to BK to eat lunch, then yuhan followed after shortly followed by jon&lt;br /&gt;this time dx more clever, ordered double whopper with cheese and bacon&lt;br /&gt;but nicky very funny! he ordered double whopper, no onion tomato and veg i think so&lt;br /&gt;when dx and nicky's burger compare in height, nicky's lost!&lt;br /&gt;cheryl dropped her half eaten burger onto the floor all thanks to jon, and i found it veryvery hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was the slowest to finish my food, even lost to jon who ordered double whopper like 20 minutes later than me so we walked to Pasir ris park.&lt;br /&gt;on the way, we had fun lalalala&lt;br /&gt;when we reach there, cus dx cant cycle(at first), so we had 4 single bike and 1 double bike at first all the guys had their turns cycling the double bike with dx, then cheryl wanted to try, but dx had no confidence in her (and me) so WE decided to teach him how to cycle at first he was like very reluctant, then we tried to teach him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he learnt in... less than 30 minutes? omg i took like 3 days? he is freaking fast so he took my bike, i double bike with jon and nicky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of course i prefer to double bike with nicky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;jon was super fast. i cant even peddle&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. i was double biking with jon, then we say nicky in front, we raced to him, then i(back seat) tickled nicky! then yuhan was in frot of us, so we wanted to play again and i succeeded, but the consequences is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;veliveli&lt;/span&gt; bad.&lt;br /&gt;we were chased for a very long stretch of road, then jon cycled on to a large piece of field, then we were at disadvantage, so i quicly came down and ran.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha of course they still chased. but they didn tickle me. then we returned our bikes, wanted to go playground play, dx wanted to go home+it was drizzling so we went home lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took a bus, then yuhan took another bus at the pasir ris bus station the rest of us took mrt then janice caled to ask whether i wanna go for the asia conference thing so i said okay, and i dragged cheryl along i met up with alot of janice's friends they are all very nice( but my friends nicer xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate subway as dinner okay i totally fell in love with subway!&lt;br /&gt;my first time i subway is with the class, so i'm proud of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was alot of performance and songs&lt;br /&gt;i love the song: here i am it was very nice&lt;br /&gt;then after the bible study, we went home. my mom was angry and didn want me to go for any more such activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was irritated for quite a bit why cant i go? it's for exposure mah. not like as if i will really convert to christianity even if i would, it is my choice, and my belief. no law says that i MUST follow my parents religion right? i mean, it is up to me right? okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a very long post, and i will continue posting. &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/4757202021084817985-1810754481074823977?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/1810754481074823977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=1810754481074823977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/1810754481074823977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/1810754481074823977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/11/very-long-and-boring-but-informative.html' title='a very long and boring but informative post'/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-7646136241659891287</id><published>2008-11-19T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:04:55.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i'm such a stupid mustard...&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to wake up at 7 today?&lt;br /&gt;and guess what time i woke up..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wait for it&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wait for it&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3 o'clock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sosososo guilty&lt;br /&gt;i missed one day of the workshop. i promise i'll be early tomorrow. i promise.&lt;br /&gt;i'm always late..&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;screw this&lt;br /&gt;and i missed one week of training. haha....&lt;br /&gt;oh no. is coach angry with me?&lt;br /&gt;going to kick me out?&lt;br /&gt;then i also cant do anything ...&lt;br /&gt;i have so many things on, then your trainings clashes with them&lt;br /&gt;you expect me to... what? divide myself?&lt;br /&gt;of course i want to commit myself to the trainings. but if it clashes, i have to make choices.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i feel like burying myself in some coffin and never return&lt;br /&gt;let everything stay the same way it is now, or maybe even slow down.&lt;br /&gt;202 is going to... disintegrate&lt;br /&gt;i HATE this, but still have to accept it&lt;br /&gt;whatever the case is, at least we enjoyed ourselves in the 2 years, and the wonderful chalet&lt;br /&gt;and hope that we could bring these memories with us forever on&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i could spend my yr 3 with 202 too...&lt;br /&gt;the hectic schedule and stuff, OBS...&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, maybe next yr no one to go home with me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sad la...&lt;br /&gt;i will miss Nicky Dx Yuhan Stacy and Janice.&lt;br /&gt;they accompanied me home like for alotalot of times&lt;br /&gt;and shared many things with me&lt;br /&gt;my dear east side friends.&lt;br /&gt;hope we could still go home together next yr&lt;br /&gt;honestly, if you ask me who would i want to be in same class with next yr,&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i love all of you, and want all of you to be with me&lt;br /&gt;but i know... things are about to change&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedications?&lt;br /&gt;well i remember making it like a few weeks ago, short ones though&lt;br /&gt;feel so sad la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY: (refer to the previous post) adding on to it, you're the IT guru and a cheerful rainbow. remember to smile more and add colours to other people's life as you lit up yours :D LOVE YOU!(friendfriend) oh ya, feel free to ask me chinese online too! but only chinese la. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONG: heyhey! although you always bully me and call me names that i totally abhore, but i still love you! haha friendfriend mah! you're like the laughter genie. you're always able to make people laugh, sick and lame jokes, funny expressions, muscle spasm, you are always able to make me smile after emoing. sometimes when i'm bored and no one to talk to, when i talk to you, you're always willing to talk to me. feel so touched&gt;&lt; i'm sorry for mistaking you as wenbo in the sem1 of yr 1. I'M SORRY! you both looked the same at the time. you're the mac pro and the best SL la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUHAN: hellos! although at times you abit dao, and always bully me, but you talked to me when i needed too. LOVE YA! (friendfriend) haha. i'm sorry this past year i brought so much trouble to you la. you're the best group member to work with, and the smartiest pants i've ever seen. going home with you, nicky and DX is never boring, and i enjoyed it, although sometimes i was emo and didnt talk for the whole trip, sorry. haha you are uber nice to all your friends, and i hope you'll still remember me, or rather, us next yr. rock on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUKI: HARHAR! i'll remember you, afterall you have the most unique name i've ever heard, the one and only japanese classmate i ever had. i'm sorry in yr 1 there was a quarrel with your clique and we weren't in good terms since then, but i'm happy that in yr 2, the relationships became better,and we became good friends. thankyou for telling me your secrets:D and share with me your points in life, and you taught me alot of things too. thankyou YUKI! I LOVE YOU AS WELL!(Friendfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNXIONG: hello! thanks for tagging? haha. you're like the very friendly guy, and are nice to everyone, being the math rep, i'm sorry for always having you to chase after me for homework. and thankyou for collecting my homework! you always try to cooperate with us, even if its not your will. thankyou for that, and ROCK ON! love you! (Friendfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEREMY: okay i dont think you will see this anyway, but ya. i'm sorry for everything? and i know at times you were angry with me, but thankyou for everything too. i'm glad to have a basketball pro in my class, and wish that you will excel in everything you do. GOOD LUCK and LOVE YA! (Friendfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IVAN: yo. as a student leader, you really took control, and be the prominent leader, in our class chalet and the class windbreaker. thankyou for that, if not because of you, we wouldn't have our windbreaker and class chalet. thankyouthankyou and THANKYOU SO MUCH! love you la! haha! (friendfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KANGRAYE: wah, you are a gr8 friend, you're cute and funny, we buried two birds together. haha! great memories. next time got dead birds i call you again okay. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN: the first person that i know to share the same birthday as me. although at time i always complain to share birthday with you, but i'm sincerely hapy to share birthday with you. its not easy to find someone who shares the same birthday, same class for two years, thankyou jon, you are the musically talented, love you^^(friends okay.vivian don't kill me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEON: you're the cutest leon i've ever seen. hahahaha! i don't realy interact with you, so i don't really know what to write about you, but you're smart, clever, and cute! love you!!!!( you know la, friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry daniel and matthew, i really don't konw what to post about you two, but i'm sincerely happy that i was in the same class as you two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna post about chalet later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-7646136241659891287?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/7646136241659891287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=7646136241659891287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7646136241659891287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7646136241659891287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-im-such-stupid-mustard.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-8259873450711290123</id><published>2008-11-18T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:27:53.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm kind of emo now?&lt;br /&gt;i also don't know how to explain...&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh i'm staring at msn with nothing to do right now&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to slp&lt;br /&gt;but i lie down, and then i'll start thinking of stuffs, then i'll not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dongxing really moved to bukit batok?&lt;br /&gt;thats what he said. but i can't seem to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;lol i don't know&lt;br /&gt;i'm like utterly clueless now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so touched by nicky.&lt;br /&gt;he's so nice. you're my gr8 friend too!&lt;br /&gt;all 202s are my supersuper friends&lt;br /&gt;when i say all means all la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;specifically for nicky since he made me feel a glint happier now:&lt;br /&gt;you're the best friend anyone can ever have. talking to you is easy and it's easy to open my heart to you, as in, to tell you how i feel and what i think. because you listen and you understand, most importantly, you're there. in the beginning of yr 1 i thought you did not like me, so i don't really dare to speak to you, but as time goes by, we became real good friends, and shared secrets all together. you always offer to help, and is generous too. you're like the uber important friend in my life, i'm sure about it, and it will never change. i'll remember you, in my heart, my friend:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll make more dedications tomorrow. cus i'm feeling miserable now. physically and emotionally&lt;br /&gt;feel like screaming out loud. when we finally got to enjoy the class, we had to break up. what the TOOT.&lt;br /&gt;202 is like the best class anyone can get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO 202!&lt;br /&gt;forever 202!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-8259873450711290123?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/8259873450711290123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=8259873450711290123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8259873450711290123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8259873450711290123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-kind-of-emo-now-i-also-dont-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-2332165427392403556</id><published>2008-11-14T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:14:23.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ATTENTION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO WHOM YOU KNOW YOU ARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be friends with you now. as in like last time,&lt;br /&gt;normal good friends. YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so snap out of daoing me. or else... i smack you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-2332165427392403556?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/2332165427392403556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=2332165427392403556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2332165427392403556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2332165427392403556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/11/attention-to-whom-you-know-you-are-i.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-8654236394891261823</id><published>2008-11-13T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:34:16.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday we had the last day of script checking, both papers i did pretty well&lt;br /&gt;then we had the netball potluck cum farewell party.&lt;br /&gt;it was... fairly well&lt;br /&gt;we had this pass the parcel game,&lt;br /&gt;i was kenna! thank goodness it was blank.&lt;br /&gt;then nicole hd to kiss jingmin, and wenli had to seduce elaine and jingmin.&lt;br /&gt;haha. it was hilarious&lt;br /&gt;we had a good and filling meal&lt;br /&gt;then me stacy nd janice went to parkway parade, and met up with amanda, their cell group mate, whom i have met twice.&lt;br /&gt;she is also 14, but she's surprisingly mature looking&lt;br /&gt;serious. she look like 18.&lt;br /&gt;i should totaly ask for her pic someday and then post.&lt;br /&gt;then maybe some guys will ask for her number&lt;br /&gt;she's skinny, cute, pretty and not shy at all!&lt;br /&gt;then we went home, i took bus 15.&lt;br /&gt;i was so tired cus i didn slp much the day before, i dozed off on the bus&lt;br /&gt;it was about 3.40+ when i boarded the bus&lt;br /&gt;to my EXTREME HORROR,&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up, it was 4.30+&lt;br /&gt;and the bus HAVE NO REACHED PASIR RIS YET!&lt;br /&gt;it was touring around tampines&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!?&lt;br /&gt;so long!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;at least i got to slp. hahaha wtv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today ran sports day...&lt;br /&gt;disaster totally.&lt;br /&gt;first it was raining, then it was veryvery cold already&lt;br /&gt;then i expected them to cancel, chich they didn&lt;br /&gt;i was pissed&lt;br /&gt;then i had to run 1.5km&lt;br /&gt;all because of TANSHINI&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to walk all they way already.&lt;br /&gt;she promisedme she'll walk&lt;br /&gt;if not i will NEVER quit 200m and take up 1.5km&lt;br /&gt;totally&lt;br /&gt;first 1 and 3/4 rounds was perfect&lt;br /&gt;i was very happy with myself&lt;br /&gt;i overtook genevieve.like how can vivienang overtake genevieve janice tanshini and jihyun?&lt;br /&gt;impossible right?&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;disaster struck&lt;br /&gt;STITCH&lt;br /&gt;and this stitch is the worst i ever had&lt;br /&gt;is like cramps, but sharper and killing me&lt;br /&gt;i cant drop out the race like that&lt;br /&gt;i already ran so much&lt;br /&gt;so i just walked&lt;br /&gt;then i was like wimping like some stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;janice so nice! she stopped, and spurred me on&lt;br /&gt;you're the best. love you&lt;br /&gt;ohya, if you are wondering, at this point of time, wensin was reading story book.&lt;br /&gt;how could you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanisah and mag came to me, and walked me the last round&lt;br /&gt;then hanisah commented: why not you sprint the last 100m&lt;br /&gt;i was like ._.&lt;br /&gt;"so you actually think i can?"&lt;br /&gt;so well, i took a deep breath when the flemming started shouting" GO VIVIEN"&lt;br /&gt;then i was like" DON"T CALL ME"&lt;br /&gt;then i started sprinting.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i felt giddy&lt;br /&gt;i was like already swaying left to right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went back to the tent&lt;br /&gt;ELAINE came and shout for me&lt;br /&gt;"VIVIEN! report for 4x400"&lt;br /&gt;what?!&lt;br /&gt;if i still can run, i wont be walking just now...&lt;br /&gt;then i gave her the HUH face&lt;br /&gt;then she gave me the PLEASE face&lt;br /&gt;grr&lt;br /&gt;so, i dropped out of the winning team, swopped shi ni and yueqi with two yr ones instead, since me and wenli already cmi already&lt;br /&gt;we really hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;and they really won third!&lt;br /&gt;see. our sacriface is worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;afterall, me and wenli ran for paerticipation points only&lt;br /&gt;who ask me go nominate someone i know for captain, serve me right for being sabotaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i still have 4x100m&lt;br /&gt;tanshini wont be coming&lt;br /&gt;always cr8 trouble for me,&lt;br /&gt;now what are we going to do? i only signed up for 4x100m&lt;br /&gt;then they say"oh, if you join 1 relay you have to join both"&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FISH?&lt;br /&gt;how can you do that?&lt;br /&gt;then they forced me to pick one individual event&lt;br /&gt;with the cute and pitiful face of elaine, i cant say no&lt;br /&gt;for participation points...&lt;br /&gt;anyway i know i cant win, so i don't expect anything la&lt;br /&gt;then now, we have to find a sub for tanshini, if not we have to drop out. i rather drop out.&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;everybody was great!&lt;br /&gt;janice ran throughout, and was gr8 for her 4x400m&lt;br /&gt;stacy ran gr8 too, and injured her foot too. poor you. but you won second in 4x400! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;abigail ran 4x400m. wah! you ran gr8 too!&lt;br /&gt;wardah. high 5! we walked. LOL&lt;br /&gt;yuhan. WAH! like wind. lol you won first right? good job! impressed!&lt;br /&gt;kangraye, you won in 800m right? cool. your 4x400 was impressive too&lt;br /&gt;wenbo, not bad! i was impressed! the 4x400. believe me, i'm sure dayna was staring at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there anyone i left out?&lt;br /&gt;aiyah i dunno&lt;br /&gt;i very tired and muscle aches.&lt;br /&gt;i run so much leh! but never win. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;i know i suck at running. so next yr i am going to be invisible in fleming.&lt;br /&gt;WHO ASK MY HOUSE SO LITTLE GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;so no choice have to force people to run, like me.&lt;br /&gt;but its a good thing we didn walk over today&lt;br /&gt;ah well. see how la.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. tmrw return of report.&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda scared...&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to deprove. but i know its okay, i'll work harder.&lt;br /&gt;welktfhnweicutfnywe8tynwueiew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya!!! the girls went for lunch at long john silver today at commenwealth&lt;br /&gt;it was fun, me and cheryl had a gr8 talk too, it wasnt very awkward, so i'm kind of happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;then me wensin and abigail went to jurong point, abigail went to buy wraping paper and went home, me and wensin went to shop. i bought a pants and two shirts. i'm veryvery proud of my buyings today.&lt;br /&gt;went home at 4+&lt;br /&gt;haha i know, wen stayed for very long&lt;br /&gt;then i went on the mrt, and i just snoozed off totally. till i woke up at raffles place, then i realised there was a guy, standing right in front of me, as i was sitting down, and he's realy very close. i was like terrified o.o&lt;br /&gt;then i just shut my eyes, and slept again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off, vivienang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-8654236394891261823?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/8654236394891261823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=8654236394891261823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8654236394891261823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/8654236394891261823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-we-had-last-day-of-script.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-3484346162096436876</id><published>2008-11-11T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:13:25.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i devised a good way to get out of emoness.&lt;br /&gt;it is to...&lt;br /&gt;EAT ICECREAM!&lt;br /&gt;today me and wensin sat to pasir ris together.&lt;br /&gt;we folded 100stars on the way back lor.&lt;br /&gt;so pro right&lt;br /&gt;then a lot of people kept starting at us. haha&lt;br /&gt;we went to make the name sticker. she chose bleach template, i chose this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SRmN7sXpuWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QhSK1JP2ZGM/s1600-h/super-happy-fun-write-vol-5-20071212071228656-000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SRmN7sXpuWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QhSK1JP2ZGM/s320/super-happy-fun-write-vol-5-20071212071228656-000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267397295848667490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAWAII!&lt;br /&gt;but... i lost it in kfc...&lt;br /&gt;CRIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to watsons...&lt;br /&gt;wahaha! i spent like 30 mins there?&lt;br /&gt;i cant make up my mind on which thing to buy.&lt;br /&gt;then i doll up wensin, too bad i can take picture. grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;陈水扁 is finally detained. i think he abit sotsot one&lt;br /&gt;he thinks that he being detained is a political bias towards him?&lt;br /&gt;so lame! i never liked him, and taiwan, because of him, has never been peaceful since the start of this yr.&lt;br /&gt;the first taiwan president to be detained. lol&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! he proclaimed that he has NEVER transact any money overseas, and is not corrupted for the past 30 yrs of presidency&lt;br /&gt;i personally believe that he is corrupted.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. he looks corrupted. VERY&lt;br /&gt;actually why people wanna go riot?&lt;br /&gt;in singapore, it is useless. lol&lt;br /&gt;IF ah bian is charged guilty, will 马英九 give him 特赦？&lt;br /&gt;give or not, sure have problem.&lt;br /&gt;if he is not guilty, then why shd he complain when he is detained? just let them check, and them prove to them that he is innocent!&lt;br /&gt;why create such a fuss?&lt;br /&gt;politics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandpa was discharged on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;he's admitted into the hospital again.&lt;br /&gt;because he kept vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-3484346162096436876?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/3484346162096436876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SRmN7sXpuWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QhSK1JP2ZGM/s72-c/super-happy-fun-write-vol-5-20071212071228656-000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-1634641566632716100</id><published>2008-11-10T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:30:19.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know what happened,&lt;br /&gt;why it became like this.&lt;br /&gt;but i thank you for the time you took out, talking to me&lt;br /&gt;at this moment, i only hope that we could, resume like before.&lt;br /&gt;before anything that happened, and i will work towards that.&lt;br /&gt;muahaha&lt;br /&gt;beware!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-1634641566632716100?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/1634641566632716100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=1634641566632716100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/1634641566632716100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/1634641566632716100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-know-what-happened-why-it-became.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-4368435566613659302</id><published>2008-11-09T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:29:09.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>domokun!&lt;br /&gt;i'm very sleepy and grouchy now&lt;br /&gt;shd be pms.&lt;br /&gt;lol. i went to visit grandpa just now&lt;br /&gt;he's kind of better now already.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am out of topic to blog about for the night.&lt;br /&gt;what will i do if someone confessed to me?&lt;br /&gt;although i think its impossible, i havent really thought of it&lt;br /&gt;rejection would hurt, forced feelings would kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what if i like the person too?&lt;br /&gt;oh then that's a separate issue&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am dating wensin.&lt;br /&gt;oh no, i'm going to confess to her. shh don't tell her&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be a surprise&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;"if you are the water, i'm the bottle&lt;br /&gt;if you are the sun, i'm the sky&lt;br /&gt;if you are the flower, i am the... stem?"&lt;br /&gt;LOL, so cheesy. if someone confess to the other like that, i'll laugh my pants off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-4368435566613659302?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/4368435566613659302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=4368435566613659302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4368435566613659302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4368435566613659302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/11/domokun-im-very-sleepy-and-grouchy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-7388657888129705112</id><published>2008-11-09T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:21:15.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited. we're going to school tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;not excited to get back my scripts, but i'm more excited to see all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you all so much&lt;br /&gt;really, especially wensin&lt;br /&gt;at home have really nothing to do...&lt;br /&gt;apart from eating and sleeping, the best thing i would do is to watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;but all i could watch is ALL the serials and movies i've watched like over 5 or more times.&lt;br /&gt;i watched full house again. that was the fourth time. but i'm still veryvery touched&lt;br /&gt;ahh! three bears song&lt;br /&gt;i'm like not into going on msn and com games anymore.&lt;br /&gt;okay its not like as if i was ever obsessed with com games,&lt;br /&gt;but i loved to go on msn,&lt;br /&gt;probably because i had someone to talk to last time...&lt;br /&gt;now i go on msn, i just stare.&lt;br /&gt;not fun anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i've been doing housework, or chores&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh, can you imagine washing clothes for 5 other people?&lt;br /&gt;and my !@#$% brother change shirt three times a day...&lt;br /&gt;grr. at least i have something to do&lt;br /&gt;if not i'll be rolling all over my bed the whole day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i curled my siser hair with the new ceramic curler my mom bought. i have totally no idea why she bought it.&lt;br /&gt;but its like very fun to do her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really looking forward to go to the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;especially with the whole class.&lt;br /&gt;even if my mom dont let me stay over, i just say" sorry last night i fell asleep."&lt;br /&gt;she can do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;muahaha. LOL&lt;br /&gt;but i haven't thought of any games to play&lt;br /&gt;it has to involve the whole class,&lt;br /&gt;and not to have any segregated clique. i'm racking my brains:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandpa has been admitted into the hospital for very long already,&lt;br /&gt;he would cough out blood clots rom time to time,&lt;br /&gt;he cannot eat, depending all on the small tube that goes al the way to the artificial stomach,&lt;br /&gt;providing him all the food he could eat, which was some kind of special milk&lt;br /&gt;he removed his stomach because of the tumour, then we all thought he was fine already&lt;br /&gt;who  could imagine the disease relapse again...&lt;br /&gt;he have to go for RT, radiotherapy&lt;br /&gt;and then he has been reduced to bones, i cold see every string of veins veryvery clearly.&lt;br /&gt;the nurses have no trouble giving him injections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will her get better? i don't know at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-7388657888129705112?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/7388657888129705112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=7388657888129705112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7388657888129705112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7388657888129705112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahahah-im-so-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-7422943844771810280</id><published>2008-11-07T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:28:43.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>er..&lt;br /&gt;apparently dongxing thinks its sick&lt;br /&gt;well, just a two piece swim suit what! o.o&lt;br /&gt;okay guys and girls different mind set&lt;br /&gt;yesterday abigail still ask me to post about the thongs&lt;br /&gt;abigail,don't deny, you said it in queensway the shoes there&lt;br /&gt;oh ya&lt;br /&gt;yesterday overall was... infuriating&lt;br /&gt;smack scratch screw;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today...nothing to do again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-7422943844771810280?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/7422943844771810280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=7422943844771810280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7422943844771810280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7422943844771810280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/11/er.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-7471581487568562303</id><published>2008-11-06T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:54:27.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to be honest,&lt;br /&gt;its not okay. i'm feeling very sad angry and left behind...&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling the least bit happy...&lt;br /&gt;like eofihvedoivndhv&lt;br /&gt;i shd have went to the mrt station with abigail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its okay. since he apologised.&lt;br /&gt;i guess its okay.&lt;br /&gt;lalala&lt;br /&gt;painted my nails black, there's no other colours for me to choose from, i didn wanna go out and buy. and i'm bored at home.&lt;br /&gt;can ppl tell me what to do at home? like apart from tv, books and com?&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a life... like immediately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a rough day, the meeting went off quite well.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still bored at home, and don't feel like waking up from my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night yall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-7471581487568562303?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/7471581487568562303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=7471581487568562303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7471581487568562303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7471581487568562303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-be-honest-its-not-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-5501370885436836044</id><published>2008-11-04T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:27:50.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these are the pics i've promised... afterall i'm just blogging for myself.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;i've decided not to post abt the thongs? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SRBaGea6-DI/AAAAAAAAANA/6sSVJLNh-mI/s1600-h/DSC01155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SRBaGea6-DI/AAAAAAAAANA/6sSVJLNh-mI/s320/DSC01155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264807031687804978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is by far my fav shades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SRBaGZa0tpI/AAAAAAAAANI/FswfldR_XD0/s1600-h/DSC01156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SRBaGZa0tpI/AAAAAAAAANI/FswfldR_XD0/s320/DSC01156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264807030345217682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SRBZr-tDLbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/UIFR_z_2guk/s1600-h/DSC01163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SRBZr-tDLbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/UIFR_z_2guk/s320/DSC01163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264806576497307058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SRBaGCWXXzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vbZvei59ymU/s1600-h/DSC01148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SRBaGCWXXzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vbZvei59ymU/s320/DSC01148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264807024152502066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is also, by far my fav two piece suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. thats all. toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-5501370885436836044?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/5501370885436836044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=5501370885436836044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/5501370885436836044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/5501370885436836044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/11/these-are-pics-ive-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SRBaGea6-DI/AAAAAAAAANA/6sSVJLNh-mI/s72-c/DSC01155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-7909318065115413589</id><published>2008-11-04T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:51:22.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. because abigail ask me to update, so here i am&lt;br /&gt;exams are OVER as you can see&lt;br /&gt;and i'm veryveryveryveryvery ultra bored at home,&lt;br /&gt;so if anyone can do me a favour, please let me have something to do&lt;br /&gt;like introduce to me interesting games, even shows and movies too,&lt;br /&gt;provided you provide me links la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are the best thing in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;my theory WAS, either you are friend or foe.&lt;br /&gt;but i realise, foes cant stay as enemies forever.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, but thats just how i think the world goes&lt;br /&gt;of course i love all my friends, if can, i wanna be with them forever&lt;br /&gt;i believe in forever friendship,&lt;br /&gt;and my most beloved friends are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENSIN&lt;br /&gt;STACY&lt;br /&gt;ABIGAIL&lt;br /&gt;JANICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONGXING&lt;br /&gt;YUHAN&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;YUKI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be sad if your name isn up there(if you are), its just, you are a good friend, but they are gr8&lt;br /&gt;but you are still a very good friend, i suppose. if you're not sure, ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry but a particular guy just pissed me off&lt;br /&gt;GUY= male&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh, the next thing i wanna do, is skin him&lt;br /&gt;*vulgarities all come out*&lt;br /&gt;OH ya! and btw, only to ppl i buey song or h8, i'll type vulgarities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-7909318065115413589?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/7909318065115413589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=7909318065115413589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7909318065115413589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/7909318065115413589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-9114276902813241817</id><published>2008-11-03T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:14:06.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohoh! i wanna share two of my dining out experience.&lt;br /&gt;first is at taipan, oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;how can you make me wait 2 hours for 4 dishes?&lt;br /&gt;how can you charge me for something i didn order.&lt;br /&gt;screw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second is at no signboard. well the service is superb, food very nice, veryvery efficient and meticulous.&lt;br /&gt;but guess the cost of the meal&lt;br /&gt;$200++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG what did i just put into my mouth?&lt;br /&gt;well, my dad cant complain, my mom's choice anyway.&lt;br /&gt;my dad is the superman! like i am sure for every girl, there's a superman&lt;br /&gt;and for my case, its my dad&lt;br /&gt;he is always there for you&lt;br /&gt;always trying to solve your problem, always protecting us from the dangers&lt;br /&gt;always providing us with our desires, talks to me, listen to me, give me hugs when i need&lt;br /&gt;tug me into bed. so sweet right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE you xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-9114276902813241817?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-2482619326173673872</id><published>2008-11-02T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:26:26.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAHAHA! i bought new pair of thongs, new set of hothot bikinis and a pair of new shades&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that rich and cant afford veryvery expensive stuff,&lt;br /&gt;means thay are not expesive at all&lt;br /&gt;but they look chic.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. wanna see?&lt;br /&gt;next time then post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams.... OVER! growl.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was FUNFUN&lt;br /&gt;hmm. after the meeting, we went to take bus. the bus ride was a little horrendous, because it is just too noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we gong to take mrt, i was listening to music, then i heard my phone ringtone.&lt;br /&gt;ABIGAIL DOESN'T HAVE CHANGE TO BUY CARD&lt;br /&gt;lol. i rushed down to rescue her. feel happy that she called me.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. took mrt. the first mrt we boarded was... crowded!&lt;br /&gt;so we alighted at tiong bahru. janice looked so emo.&lt;br /&gt;we took an emptier train, then they guys were waiting. stacy was like," aiya, wasted"&lt;br /&gt;lol! well, quite sweet they waited.&lt;br /&gt;the mrt ride was upsetting. in the funny way&lt;br /&gt;kept calling me spotty&lt;br /&gt;BLEH! cannot meh. they are very hot okay!&lt;br /&gt;the restaurant wasn't open yet, so we went on our ways, me and wensin shopped around,&lt;br /&gt;THEN! she finally decided to cut her hair&lt;br /&gt;haha. we ran to QB house, then omg they promised 10 minutes, we waited like about 20.&lt;br /&gt;and wensin's hairstyle never change also, only layered and cut short.&lt;br /&gt;well, its okay, she like can already lor&lt;br /&gt;we went up to sakae, (is has been few months since i east sakae, so i was quite looking forawrd to it) settled down and start ordering, i was the one who ordered of course, taking the initiative.&lt;br /&gt;then janice started saying out one particular dish name, and i was like" shut up" to janice. LOL&lt;br /&gt;then she gave me this ke lian look. lolol&lt;br /&gt;guess what, the waitress realy thought we wanted that dish, which was very expensive, and we had no choice but to take it. ebi tempura, i'll rmb you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janice ate alotalot! like really alot. ramen+california roll+sushiS&lt;br /&gt;i realy liked abigail's pasta.&lt;br /&gt;but no choice, i had my kimchi ramen, it is nice too&lt;br /&gt;actually i never ate ramen in sakae before.&lt;br /&gt;first time ever, gr8 experience though&lt;br /&gt;THEN, it was super sweet to see the guys waiting. aww, i'll miss you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i was struggling(NOT) whether to folow them or to go home, then when they finally cannot decide where they wanna go, and i have like missed two of my trains, then i gave up and went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada. my whole journey of today&lt;br /&gt;might have missed out some parts. who cares! it is my diary^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT FOR THE PICS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-2482619326173673872?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/2482619326173673872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=2482619326173673872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2482619326173673872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/2482619326173673872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/11/wahaha-i-bought-new-pair-of-thongs-new.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-4230908808372178753</id><published>2008-10-31T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:25:37.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>powerful yet sad song. weeps over it. kudos</title><content type='html'>不够成熟  -BY2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想我还是不够成熟&lt;br /&gt;还达不到你的要求&lt;br /&gt;我真的没有想的太多&lt;br /&gt;只是怀念 你走以后&lt;br /&gt;离开难道真的是解脱&lt;br /&gt;难道真的要试过几次了以后才懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;倔强说不痛 假装什么伤都没有&lt;br /&gt;倔强抬起头 决不让眼泪往下流&lt;br /&gt;倔强说不痛 假装什么伤都没有&lt;br /&gt;真的不难过 笑着和你挥——挥手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想我还是不够成熟&lt;br /&gt;还达不到你的要求&lt;br /&gt;我真的没有想的太多&lt;br /&gt;只是怀念 你走以后&lt;br /&gt;离开难道真的是解脱&lt;br /&gt;难道真的要试过今天的以后才懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;倔强说不痛 假装什么伤都没有&lt;br /&gt;倔强抬起头 决不让眼泪往下流&lt;br /&gt;倔强说不痛 假装什么伤都没有&lt;br /&gt;真的不难过 笑着和你挥——挥手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有一刻 我们有缘在见&lt;br /&gt;你会不会想起说过的永远&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;倔强说不痛 假装什么伤都没有&lt;br /&gt;倔强抬起头 决不让眼泪往下流&lt;br /&gt;倔强说不痛 假装什么伤都没有&lt;br /&gt;真的不难过 笑着和你挥——挥手&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-4230908808372178753?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/4230908808372178753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=4230908808372178753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4230908808372178753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/4230908808372178753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/10/powerful-yet-sad-song-weeps-over-it.html' title='powerful yet sad song. weeps over it. kudos'/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-6291306766776408843</id><published>2008-10-30T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:21:47.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what! my phone bill&lt;br /&gt;if anyone rmb my espace portfolio, i said i hate phone bills&lt;br /&gt;and there's a reason why&lt;br /&gt;everytime sure kenna scolded.&lt;br /&gt;i remember there was 1 time, i managed not to exceed, then my father was like shaking my hands, congratulating me. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, my bill, $51.77&lt;br /&gt;err. only my sms exceed.&lt;br /&gt;and exceeded by twice of the free sms i'm entitled with&lt;br /&gt;which is 1000+&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;shyness. i pay with my own money.&lt;br /&gt;heartache. saved for very long time.&lt;br /&gt;haha. nevermind la. i enjoyed every sms sent. LOL&lt;br /&gt;psycho? but really very fun.&lt;br /&gt;hope the recipient never exceed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-6291306766776408843?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/6291306766776408843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=6291306766776408843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/6291306766776408843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/6291306766776408843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/10/guess-what-my-phone-bill-if-anyone-rmb.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757202021084817985.post-1036970565867959808</id><published>2008-10-30T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:23:25.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;joke. my sis wana go take part time job. actually i don't understand why she don't wanna work for my dad. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;she wanna work in F&amp;amp;B industry.&lt;br /&gt;have to take health tests and take vaccination?&lt;br /&gt;and then i overheard her say, she need to bring her poop for test. can you imagine how hard i laughed?&lt;br /&gt;poor her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm feeling quite emotional. like WHY? i also dunno. no reasons.&lt;br /&gt;last time, i thought: our class so not bonded. blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, i realised. deep down inside, i know, we all cared for each other.&lt;br /&gt;its like one for all, all for one.&lt;br /&gt;rmb the balloon game during camp, we were the slowest, BUT we didn cheat.&lt;br /&gt;we lost with integrity, and we were proud of it. no one blamed anyone.&lt;br /&gt;although there were hiccups, i'm so sorry, but still, this two years together made me grow up.&lt;br /&gt;emotinally and physically, we all grew up.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm happy to share my growing up journey with you all, and am glad that i participated in yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mona, she grew up. she was once this silly girl who always threaten to do silly things to herself. but now she's a happy girl, pursuing her goals in life. there's no right or wrong, its her choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matthew, well, i'm sure he grew, not sure where but. ya. he grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daniel, he grew... fatter, but he's a nice person, very easy- going and always making us laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dongxing, YAH he grew... alot. he was once this cute botak boy, and now he grew till so mature and so... muscular. BUT, his jokes are getting funnier. cheers to that. a very good friend^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicky, well, he grew taller? physically, he grew from skinny bones to a healthier- looking nickeh. hmm, always share secrets with me. okay not always. but still a funny, sly and lame gd friend^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuhan, wah this guy! he grew... okay i don't know how to quantify. last time he's like shyshy one(i'm sorry, its an opinion) he grew more muscular, more manly and also very funny. wah his strength is like unbelievable. lol, and he's a gr8 leader. thats why he got into SC! although i have no idea why he ALWAYS bully me without fail, but ah well, KUDOS TO YOU;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stacy, haha, i don't think you'll see this, but last time, we were both very twitty, but the trainings toughen us up, you are a very good friend, don't worry you're not fat xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wensin, although you are older than us, you look jus as adorable. its a compliment. last year you look very shy and don't seem to open up, but (under my influence i suppose) you grew more spastic, more lively, more lame and also, more fierce. i love you mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abigail, an adorable doll. you're the silliest girl i ever seen, crying over happy things, you grew up too. physically and mentally, you are growing up, and i wanna witness you maturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry ah, still have alot. but i'm getting*YAWN* tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my lovely classmates, i love you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4757202021084817985-1036970565867959808?l=vivienang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/feeds/1036970565867959808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4757202021084817985&amp;postID=1036970565867959808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/1036970565867959808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4757202021084817985/posts/default/1036970565867959808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivienang.blogspot.com/2008/10/lolol-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07650214880232847698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae8yiYvIrUg/SPlJiTJmwBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ftQJldEd5mU/S220/DSC00331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
