<?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-16125722</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:42:05.907-08:00</updated><category term='Yes. No. Maybe.'/><category term='Dad&apos;s vacation'/><category term='I Will Recover'/><category term='Sister&apos;s Secrets'/><title type='text'>My One and Only</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-6332856072254839957</id><published>2007-05-11T02:42:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T17:30:00.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hello all. It's my 222nd post so I've decided to change my url today. So here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wontstandlosingyou.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.wontstandlosingyou.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bye bye, old blog.&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/16125722-6332856072254839957?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6332856072254839957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=6332856072254839957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/6332856072254839957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/6332856072254839957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-4462376365890101325</id><published>2007-05-11T02:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T06:40:32.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ican'tbreathe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-4462376365890101325?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4462376365890101325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=4462376365890101325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/4462376365890101325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/4462376365890101325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/05/schools-alright-and-not-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-6778269818910381152</id><published>2007-05-11T02:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T03:44:09.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;OH MY GOD. THE FUNNIEST THING ON EARTH HAPPENED TODAY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I ran too fast when playing Dog and Bone and I couldn't stop. So I went on my knees and started to crawl to break.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. LAUGH OUT LOUD LOUD LOUD.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Common test was..well,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Didn't really study&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;much. Maths was okay. Physics was a killer. Oh man. Talking about it makes me wanna kill TPH. Won't come out, won't come out. In the end what happen leh. It came out and worth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4 ma&lt;/span&gt;rks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;somemore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;EVERYONE LET'S CLAP OUR HANDS AND SHOUT HOORAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Aww mannnn!!! Physics is a gone case for me eh. Walao. Sec 1 camp is tomorrow and I'll be so lonely at home! :((( Anybody wanna come and have some fun with me? Heh. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HEY! BLOGGER'S ALRIGHT NOW!! WOOHOO!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-6778269818910381152?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6778269818910381152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=6778269818910381152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/6778269818910381152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/6778269818910381152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-1109536129765186742</id><published>2007-05-11T02:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T05:15:28.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH DAMN IT. BLOGGER STILL HAVEN'T RECOVERRRRR!!! &gt;:( It is making my life seem so dull. All black and white. MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH ALOT OF COLOURS ONE OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NG WAN LENG YOU IDIOT. DO YOU KNOW THAT MY SHIN IS SWOLLEN BECAUSE YOU PUSHED ME INTO THE POOL AND I HIT THE STEPS. NOW GOT ONE BIG BIG BLUE BLACK! ASSHOLE. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I planned to study Maths for the whole of today and guess what. I came home at 3 and went for a swim till 3.30 and used the computer till 6 and did my work for half and hour and then eat my dinner and here I am again, infront of the computer. Say Sayonara to my marks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-1109536129765186742?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1109536129765186742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=1109536129765186742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/1109536129765186742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/1109536129765186742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-damn-it_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-3339591937649859220</id><published>2007-05-11T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T02:57:56.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's something wrong with blogger. I can't change the font size or the colour or the position of the text. -_____- Shit you. My blog is already plain enough and now you want to make it even worse. WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME HUH HUH HUH. Walao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a very, very memoriable day for me cause Miss Ng Wan Leng pushed me into the pool SIX TIMES. And she BROKE MY SLIPPER. IDIOTTTTTTTTTT. MY FAVOURITE SLIPPER LEHHHHH. WALAOOO. Humph. You're gonna get it someday. I swear. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all wet and was dripping all over. It was already bad enough and she made it even worse by throwing my slipper all the way to the other end of the pool. You rock man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Xue Wen and her sister, Xue Xin, in Compass Point. Oh man, Xue Xin is oh so cute! :D She chased Dominica Tan all over the place and they two look like mad people trying to run away from each other. HAHAHAHA. Poor Xue Wen fell down from the escalator while trying to run away from Dominica. I think it is so funny. Imagine her running up the escalator because some mad woman was chasing her behind and suddenly, "PIANG!" (Fine. I don't know how to describe the sound effect.) She missed a step and hit her toes on the end of the escalator. HAHAHAHAHA. I know it's mean but I can't help it. IT IS VERY FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Mum's gift and headed home. I'm supposed to type out the Science notes but here I am blogging. Praise the Lord. There is still Maths and Science test on Monday and I am already in a post-exam mood. HOWWWWWW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-3339591937649859220?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3339591937649859220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=3339591937649859220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/3339591937649859220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/3339591937649859220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/05/theres-something-wrong-with-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-9139992914141123266</id><published>2007-05-10T01:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T02:44:13.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. As usual, alot of things happened recently. Literature test is tomorrow and I still haven't got the sense of urgency yet. Yes. Just kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went crazy this afternoon during art. Talking to Zhiying in a ghostly way, playing with penknives. Cause at that moment, I really missed you terribly. So much so that I almost brokedown at that point of time. You are at fault for making me like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are out there enjoying yourself with her, while here I am waiting for your stupid reply like a fool. Do you know how much it hurts? Well, I bet you don't, cause that's your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to seeing you. But when I do, all I get is your silence. I tried being friendly. I tried. But all I got back was your stare, cold and empty. I hate it. Cause in those eyes, I see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried acting like it didn't affect me a single bit. I tried being positive about it. But when I do, you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your voice. I miss how cheerful you were. I miss how we talked on the phone for hours and not get bored cause we've got so much to talk about. I miss how we used to make fun of each other. I miss the times when you were there when I needed someone to talk to. I miss those funny conversations. I miss those times when we were really, really, good friends. I miss how you always confide in me. I miss how you always ask me for advice. I miss how you showered me with your love but I didn't appreciate. I miss how you asked me to take care when I was sick. And most of all, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have all of them back, please? I don't need you to be there always. I don't need you to love me like you used to. I don't need you to take care of me. And I don't need you to spend hours talking to me on the phone. All I'm asking for is for us to be good friends like how we used to be. Is that so hard to give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there till the darkness fell, and wished you were here. But then again, I wasn't so sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-9139992914141123266?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/9139992914141123266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=9139992914141123266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/9139992914141123266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/9139992914141123266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-5714555950800523110</id><published>2007-05-10T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T02:45:05.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yes. No. Maybe.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I need to understand more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you make me wanna melt.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you make me wanna hit you in the face.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you make me go all "Aww.."&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you make me feel like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really at loss of what to say, what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Cause all I can think of right now is You.&lt;br /&gt;When I saw how happy you were with her,&lt;br /&gt;I went all sad and sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left you all alone, hanging there by yourself before. And now, I want you back. I know I'm being selfish. But I can't help it, can I? Because I can't control the way I feel, though I really wish I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say time will heal. Some say time will kill. I chose the first option...but I'm hurting even more than I did. Then I tried the second option...but things just got worse. I can only lose you bit by bit, a little at a time. So I've tried ways and means to try and learn to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I've come to a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn how to love again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-5714555950800523110?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5714555950800523110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=5714555950800523110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/5714555950800523110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/5714555950800523110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-feel-like-i-need-to-understand-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-5781903703079401629</id><published>2007-05-02T02:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T02:48:48.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn it. Blogger destoyed by blog. &gt;:( Now my blogskin becomes like this. Just plain Orange and White. Oh, great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks Clique for making me feel so much better today. Love you guys. :) Can't wait for the Clique outing! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese results tomorrow. KILL ME NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The thought, the thought, the thought. LOL. Joyce ah Joyce. HAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paper cut. KILL ME FAST. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Common tests coming soon. KILL ME ON THE SPOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Dead-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-5781903703079401629?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5781903703079401629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=5781903703079401629&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/5781903703079401629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/5781903703079401629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/05/now-my-blogskin-becomes-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-5889473845079182408</id><published>2007-04-30T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:19:36.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Will Recover'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's Labour Day today and I'm stuck at home studying. While Zhiying is out, watching her favourite superhero, Spiderman, swinging here and there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I feel like staring at the sky and just you know, stare. Thinking about what just happened, I feel like shooting myself with 10 bullets. I really don't understand what made me do it. Oh man. Blame it on Stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Now I hate you. I really do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I hate you for allowing me to fall for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I hate you for letting me love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I hate you for doing what you did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I hate you for not answering me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I hate you for liking her without me knowing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I hate you for being so selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I hate you for everything you said to me cause it was all a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I hate you for being you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm learning to be stronger now. Not physically but emotionally. Yeah. It's doing me good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;After so much, I realised that allowing yourself to cry and moan over something for a period of like, 3 days, depending on how serious is it, of course, is a very good way to help you overcome things. It's like handing up an assignment on the dateline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;There'll definitely be a scar somewhere down there, but at least you're shoving it aside and not letting it show. Putting up a brave front is also good somehow. Acting like it doesn't affect you also helps alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So to my clique, when I'm all high and smiley suddenly, don't ask me why. Otherwise I can just break down and cry anytime, anywhere. You wouldn't want that to happen, don't you. And don't mention that ass's name too. Or I'll be angry. Very, very angry. So much so that I may bite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh, I'll be changing my url soon too. Okay. Random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beware Of Rachel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-5889473845079182408?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5889473845079182408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=5889473845079182408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/5889473845079182408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/5889473845079182408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-labour-day-today-and-im-stuck-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-6599524541884853830</id><published>2007-04-30T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T01:59:05.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It’s been long since I last updated. Many things, both interesting and uninteresting, have happened along the way. And many things have changed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Things like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Me getting choked on an APPLE and my face went all red and my tears started flowing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- How a disaster my Chinese test was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- How bad my attitude was during the past one to two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;-My clique used to have 6 but now left with 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Training is now boring and meaningless without our seniors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;-I’m sick and tired of all the teachers who think they are so great and loves to give inspirational talks. Trust me, it’ll only make things even worse for themselves if ANY of them talk to me about my attitude towards anything. I hate it. I really do. So, watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-I just met a friend whom I haven’t seen since I was Primary 6. And I just realised how much I missed her and how much I regretted doing what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;-I just realised how much I hate doing bao zhang du hou gan and going for Chinese lessons. I wanna switch class for Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I realised I still have feelings for You.  I’m at loss of what to do. (Hey, it rhymes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Science can kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;-Principle was being SO irritating today by asking us to sing the school song 6 times. National anthem nobody sing. No 6 times. School song nobody sing, got 6 times. What trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okay. There are many more to name but if I do, I think blogger will hang. So I shall save someone’s life and not do anything harmful to you and I. (Oh, it rhymes again!) I think I’ll do great in poetry. Lol. I think I should leave blogger alone now or I’ll get all emo and my blogskin will turn all &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-6599524541884853830?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6599524541884853830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=6599524541884853830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/6599524541884853830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/6599524541884853830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-long-since-i-last-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-8851115790906642775</id><published>2007-04-11T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:10:17.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today's Sport's Day was BLAST! :D&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DODSWORTH GO GO GO!!! CHAMPION FOR SECONDARY SCHOOL!!! WOOHOO!! ;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I cheered till my throat almost died. The runners all rocked the stadium today. Though there were some ugly scenes (so many people's shoes dropped on the way) but seeing their faces while running, it's actually quite touching. Lol. Okay. I don't know how to describe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I think the Mass Run was stupid and the Mass Cheer competition was a complete failure. Lol. Most of the people didn't know how to do it and so they kept quiet. Even so, we were still third. Hahaha. For the Field Bonanza thing, I didn't know how they do it but we got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TWENTY FOUR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;points only. Hahahaha. The rest of the houses got 60 and above. If we did better in the cheer and Mass Run, maybe we could overall champion. Anyhow, it's all over. But it was really enjoyable. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Can't wait for next year's Sports Day!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm lying to myself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah, maybe she's right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-8851115790906642775?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8851115790906642775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=8851115790906642775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/8851115790906642775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/8851115790906642775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/04/todays-sports-day-was-blast-d-dodsworth.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-1839773607075353774</id><published>2007-04-10T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T04:36:19.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Time passes so fast. It's gonna be half the year soon. Which means it's gonna be Sec 4 and 5 farewell soon. Oh mannnnn. I don't wannnnnnnnnnnttttttttttttt. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Though both Divisions didn't get anything for both Badminton and Table-Tennis, I must say we all ended our game well. At least we tried. But it's funny how we always get Top 6 or 8 whenever there's SYF. Can anyboday tell me why? Luckily it's only once every 2 years. Otherwise we all die. Yes. Luckily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This week there will be no trainings which means whole week can go home earlyyyyyy!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;WOOHOO!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'll be shifting soon and my house is like now made and filled with carton boxes everywhere. It feels so empty and I don't like this feeling. &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Rain, rain go away, come again another day. I don't like rainy days. It makes me all emo and sad and I feel like killing myself. Okay. Maybe not that but, yeah. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sunny&lt;/span&gt; days with lots and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;LOADS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;of sunshine is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;GREAT! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I love to absorb UV rays. Lol. Another way to say tanning! :) Though I don't seem to get tan even though I spend so long under Mr.Sunshine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I just know many things which I think it's better that I not know but somehow, my ears can't resist whenever people tell me stuff. Some makes me sad, some makes me high all over while some are just, well, nonsensical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Soprts Day is on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ALL THE WAY COMPETITORS!!! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even though you don't win anything, don't be dissapointed cause it's better than the rest of us sitting there doing nothing and sweat non stop. Yeah, you sweat too, but at least you're&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DOING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;something.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BEST OF LUCK TO YOU GUYS!! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've sort it out. I'm over and done with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, maybe that's what I tell myself to believe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-1839773607075353774?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1839773607075353774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=1839773607075353774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/1839773607075353774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/1839773607075353774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-passes-so-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-7748827738017093403</id><published>2007-03-30T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T19:31:05.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkwyLLK8LKk/Rg3Hq26wDdI/AAAAAAAAACk/oXJBNBdmrYg/s1600-h/2897936743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047910296462560722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkwyLLK8LKk/Rg3Hq26wDdI/AAAAAAAAACk/oXJBNBdmrYg/s320/2897936743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've thought about giving up. But what would I be...without You? At times, I feel that You don't even know I'm here. Cause when You do, it is always for that one special moment. Maybe I should wait. Maybe I should wait till You you've forgotten about her. I know it'll be hard, for both you and me. But let me give it a try, so let's wait and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, this whole week was one very, very, very emotional week. Oh man. Yeah, we knew we would lose to RGS from the very beggining. But who knows it'll be that bad? Mr Kim was expecting my pair to win a point for the team and we did made a godd start. But for the following sets, we just failed. And for the final set, to determine wether we could carry on playing and maybe win that one point, that girl hit a cheapskate ball. And mind you, the score was 9-10. So yes, it was over just like that. In that one second. Even though it was quite a good game, I just broke down cause at that moment, everything suddenly seemed destroyed. My hopes, my goals and myself. I can't express it in words now but all I can say is I was disappointed. Very, very disappointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Next came our seniors. They've won them since like forever. And it turned out that the results were unexpected but I can tell they really, did want to win very badly. But surprisingly, they trashed us. Some cried, some looked like it was the end of the world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The next match is on Monday and if we lose, we're out. And it would be difficult to win. All we need now is team spirit. Guys, we are gonna win this and we WILL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We are gonna do it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-7748827738017093403?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7748827738017093403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=7748827738017093403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/7748827738017093403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/7748827738017093403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-thought-about-giving-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkwyLLK8LKk/Rg3Hq26wDdI/AAAAAAAAACk/oXJBNBdmrYg/s72-c/2897936743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-4852879675006899866</id><published>2007-03-23T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T19:54:58.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkwyLLK8LKk/RgSSt9otZsI/AAAAAAAAACY/JXQ3KkJH46g/s1600-h/2176068361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045318800898877122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkwyLLK8LKk/RgSSt9otZsI/AAAAAAAAACY/JXQ3KkJH46g/s320/2176068361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This week is the tiredest week I've ever had. On monday, we had training. Tuesday, competition. Wednesday, tution. Thursday, competition. Yesterday, morning run then 2.4 then training. My goodness. I could have just died on the spot, let me tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The match on Thursday was a good one but also bad in a way cause I played against my tuition friend and I made her cry after we trashed her. Lol. I was hesitating wether to go comfort her but after a verrrrrrryyyyyy long time, I didn't cause she already stopped crying. We won St.Joseph Convent 5-0 and seniors won Presbytarian 4-1. Candice did a really good job. She had fever and still made the effort to come to school, specially for the match. Though she isn't in my division, I still think she rocked :) Way to go! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A really wierd teacher keeeeeeeeeeppppsss on talking to me about nonsensical things. There was once during the fire drill when she asked me not to look down from the railings and hurry come down stairs to assemble -__- Then another time, she asked me to pass some stupid disc to some man in my school to ask him to choose a song to sing -__- But I told her I gotta go so I escaped that time. The next was yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Rachel, come."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Yeah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"I see that you are doing as well as expected ah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"You see your grades. You have a PSLE aggregate of *** so you should be doing much better than this. I want to know the reason why are your marks like this. Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I haven't had the chance to answer and there she goes again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"I want you to study very hard and get an A2 for ALL your subjects and A2 for your overall."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"What??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Yes. I will come and find you again in Week 8."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And she doesn't even teach me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANYTHING. NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;at all. She's been all wierd and crazy afer her marriage. I think I'll try to avoid her. A2 for all subjects. It's madness man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm planning to go to the megacamp. But I need more info!! Whoever knows more about it, care to tell me? Cause I need it to persuade my dad :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Get ready for the battle against Nanyang.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GO PL!!! :D&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/16125722-4852879675006899866?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4852879675006899866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=4852879675006899866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/4852879675006899866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/4852879675006899866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-week-is-tiredest-week-ive-ever-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkwyLLK8LKk/RgSSt9otZsI/AAAAAAAAACY/JXQ3KkJH46g/s72-c/2176068361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-4140488879414019842</id><published>2007-03-21T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T00:37:04.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The first few days of school was alright. The days seem muuuuuuuuuuuuuuch longer than last term. Nationals started yesterday, and it was a good start! :) C Div' won Gan Eng Seng 5-0 and B Div' won New Town 5-0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And for the first time in my life, I wanted to skip chapel. But Zhioink said she didn't want. So we decided to skip when we felt like it. Lol. But we were lucky we didn't skip today cause form teacher was there. So, boo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Life lesson was the worst of all. We had to listen to that teacher talk about things that don't make sense for one and a half period. Yes. Champion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Match against Nanyang tomorrow and pray that we at least lose with a score of 2-3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll be here. Right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-4140488879414019842?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4140488879414019842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=4140488879414019842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/4140488879414019842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/4140488879414019842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-few-days-of-school-was-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-1375026385347660043</id><published>2007-03-16T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T00:42:12.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Boo, it's the last day of the hols and Yay, it's the last day of the hols. Lol. This week had been a really, really, really busy and tiring week for me. The only day I can officially rest is today so I gave up the trip to sentosa with my cousin and her friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Had team outing yesterday. We wanted to get into the arcade so badly that everyone went to Hang Ten and Baleno to buy those 3 for $4 shirt so we can change out of our table-tennis shirts to those. Lol. Women in Blacks. Had a ball of time in there and didn't regret being ugly. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The ending of Hana Kimi is very stupid. I was so excited to know what will happen in the end and the results of my exitedness is just the stupid ending which doesn't even make any sense at all. Waste my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Okay. Someone is gonna be reallllllllllllyyyyyyyy happy till she cries when school reopens. :D I shall tell you guys who when the day comes! Shi mu yi dai!!!! ;D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-1375026385347660043?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1375026385347660043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=1375026385347660043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/1375026385347660043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/1375026385347660043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/03/boo-its-last-day-of-hols-and-yay-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-2811964029429384271</id><published>2007-03-09T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:44:47.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkwyLLK8LKk/RfEdaZOqg2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/UC1bNVWKSZ8/s1600-h/2205186143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039841797290492770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkwyLLK8LKk/RfEdaZOqg2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/UC1bNVWKSZ8/s320/2205186143.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's the last day of Term 1. Time really flies. Must be sit bullet-train. Even though it's only a week, I guess I will still miss my Clique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will miss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;, you an your stupid hair :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will miss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;yce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;, you and your expressionless big big face :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will miss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Zy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;, you and your stupid actions :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Iwill miss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;, you and your loud voice :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will miss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sharmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;, you and your dumbness :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And my Term 2's time table is like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;SHITASS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;let me tell you first. Tuesday, 7 periods&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ALL THE WAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ANY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;breaks. Just kill me now. Everyday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;break only. Monday, 4 periods break, another 4 periods then school end. Friday, after morning run is PE. The rest of the days is worst. I shall not mention. Makes me feel faint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nationals is only 2 weeks away. We can do it. Oh yes, we can! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My 2.4km run today was good :) Did better than expected. Yes, that's the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Take a break, take a kit-kat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This phrase suddenly came to my mind :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Get ready for a rough ride after the one-week break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, I do miss You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-2811964029429384271?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2811964029429384271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=2811964029429384271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/2811964029429384271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/2811964029429384271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-last-day-of-term-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkwyLLK8LKk/RfEdaZOqg2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/UC1bNVWKSZ8/s72-c/2205186143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-8681443840731528949</id><published>2007-03-06T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:53:04.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My results are like shit. Yes, I admit I didn't spend ALOT of time like other people do for this term's common tests but I spent at least a day on each subject and what I get are shitty results like this. Give me a break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know why, but somehow, I just cried after seeing my Chem results cause I didn't expect myself to do THAT badly. I got 53, while everyone laugh and smile after seeing their results. The last question was worth 2 marks and the teacher marked it wrong, why? Cause she saw my capital M as a small letter M. You tell me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I spent a DAY on it. There's not much to study either. After doing the paper, I was confident I could get at least a B3. Now, seeing what shit results I've got, I feel that no matter HOW much I study, NOTHING goes into my head. Yeah sure, at most 2 facts for each topic. What shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's ridiculous when I see people crying when they get 80. I wish I could do that as well. But I guess it would be tears of joy instead. 2 B4s, 1 B3 and 3 C5. Is that all I'm capable of? My highest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mark of all is 65. 65 while others get 95. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You know what? I hate people who are competitive and wants to be the highest cause there are people, like me, who can't even manage a high B3, or even have failures, in her first Term. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just wish me all the best, cause it's the streaming year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-8681443840731528949?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8681443840731528949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=8681443840731528949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/8681443840731528949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/8681443840731528949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-results-are-like-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-2782320067954794100</id><published>2007-03-01T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T04:32:07.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Guess what. He didn't scold/say/do anything to me just now during training. I guess he forgot all about it :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Had a very,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;VERY, VERY, VERY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;badddddddd gastric in the morning out of a sudden. I couldn't even stand please. Everyone persuaded me to eat something but I didn't cause I was on the verge of vomitting. So in the end, the very kind Zhiying, Nadine and Priscilla helped me carry my bag and by shoebag alllllllll the way up to the 4th floor! :D (You all are lucky that I didn't bring any books at all today man.) Thanks alot guys :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;As a result, I was starving when we had our second break. Guess what? I ate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;wantons in total. Yes, call me Wanton Hero. Zhiying ate 18 and Sharmos and Nadine ate 6 each. Lol. We are the Wonton Clique!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Anyway, tomorrow's the prize presentation ceromony and pray, pray,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PRAYYYY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;that I don't trip and fall flat on the ground with my arms spread out wide when walking up the stairs of the stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-2782320067954794100?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2782320067954794100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=2782320067954794100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/2782320067954794100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/2782320067954794100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/03/guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-3532613862490124467</id><published>2007-02-28T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T05:11:30.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yesterday's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;badminton match was as gan chiong as ever and they emerged as champions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;tuition was horrible cause I suddenly forgot my fractions. But today was also good, in a bad way, cause I got angry with the prefects and I scolded some of them. Please. They were being ridiculous by asking me to carry so many chairs at one shot instead of dragging them. And I shouted back, You think very light is it. You come carry lah. I got caught for my socks in the morning but I didn't go to where I'm supposed to go. I purposely pulled my socks skyhigh after that. And showed all the prefects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I actually felt contended. Seriously, I think I'm getting more and more rebellious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;will be the best day of my life. Cause I'll be getting hell from him. Everybody, please clap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-3532613862490124467?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3532613862490124467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=3532613862490124467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/3532613862490124467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/3532613862490124467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterdays-badminton-match-was-as-gan.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-305883747184383504</id><published>2007-02-23T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T05:44:44.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Okay. Blogger finally loaded. It took&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;forever. Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; to serious stuff now. Tournament. Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh man, oh man, oh man. I was feeling giddy for th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;first time of my whole entire life. I'm serious. I was down with flu and cough and my partner was down with the same illness as well. And we were supposed to play against Dunman High Sec. During the match, both of us were not focusing cause we kept sniffing. So guess what our beloved one said, "You are not using your head." You tell me, sick how to concentrate? Why don't you give it a try? I wouldn't mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So we obviously lost that match. He scolded us. Said what we were not focusing, not concentrating, never use head, mind went blank, tadadadada. Yes, his usual things. Then he asked us why we were not focusing. So I answered we were sick. And guess what he said? "All these are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;excuses." My goodness. He himself said that if you are sick, you can't play. And now he tell us all these are just excuses? What shit. Please, does he have a problem with people being sick? It's not our fault, you know. And now, you're blaming us for it? I think there's something wrong with You. Not Us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;He also said he wanted to drag us out half-way when we were playing the match. Drag for all you want. I don't really care. We've&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;done our part and that's it. You don't like it, then that's too bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I thought we were free from his rubbish after we were dismissed but hell no, we were wrong. Bus-stop. (I'll never, never forgive him for this, let me tell you.) He&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SCOLDED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;us at the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BUS-STOP.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And he repeated whatever he had said just now,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Only thing it's louder. Thanks alot. And in case he didn't know, a bus-stop is a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PUBLIC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;area. And a public area ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PEOPLE EVERYWHERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;He asked me a question and I didn't answer so he asked again, this time louder. "Why are you not answering me?!" I looked at him, and rolled my eyes. Yes. I did that. Don't ask me why cause I really, really, hated him at that moment. So for this, he was angry at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;My eyebags were really heavy today. History was fine, except I was sweating like crazy cause I didn't get any wind from the fan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Done the test, next major test; match against Anglican High. I knew it from yesterday that he wouldn't put me down to play because of what happened on Wednesday. So the line-up today for C Div' was well, changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;B Div's match was an absolute killer. We played till rubber set and everyone was cheering&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;loudly. Yes, PL spirit. :) And after much pulling of shirts and squeezing of hands, B Div'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WON! 1st&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;place! :D They've done really well. Next, C Div'. Lost the first 3 and won the last 2. The last 2 were good. The first 3 was well, sort of unexpected. So we lost. 2nd place. Again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Team Dinner was next. It was fun, till Mr Kim started talking. He was talking and yes, I admit it, I was smiling and I said 4 words, "Look at Nadine's fries." And I got picked on. Shit him. So he started saying, "I'm not going to mention who it is cause today is a good day. I will say it next time. It's a habit, once people talk, you also talk. You are going to get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;from me next training." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hell for me? Yeah, sure. I'll see what you can do. Scold me like shit, tell about me to the principle which you always do over minor things, make me run 10 rounds round the school, make me do whatever things you want me to do. I'll do it willingly. Without a single tear. Like I give a damn about it, man. Why waste my tears. I'd rather waste it on my pet fish. You've had enough? Yeah, me too. So go ahead and do whatever you want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It's been a bad bad week for me besides CNY. CNY was the ultimate cause I lost $25. And I collected lesser Ang Pows this year!! Why huh, why huh?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Okay. Common Tests are up till Monday and I will be going to support the Badminton Girls after that. I can't wait till next training to see what I will be asked to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe... I was wrong, somehow or rather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe... it is just meant to be like that and nothing more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe... we will be best friends next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe... we will remain like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe... we will be together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe... I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-305883747184383504?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/305883747184383504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=305883747184383504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/305883747184383504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/305883747184383504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-2780331786452369239</id><published>2007-02-17T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T01:03:01.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am down with bad flu. Yes. Very good. Of all times must be now. I keep sneezing like nobody's business and my mucus keeps flowing like free. My head is so heavy and my eyelids have like 3kg of weight hung onto it. Just pray that this won't drag on till Wednesday cause I have a match on that day. Please bless me, Oh Lord. Otherwise I can't enjoy the collection of my angpows. Oh and best of all, I can't enjoy my reunion dinner later on cause I can taste nothing. At all. I am so lucky man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Seriously, is our school really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;desperate for money? And we have to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WALK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;for the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shit. I don't see why do we always have to donate to our school for its "equipment and building developement". Whatever. I think I'm only going to try fill up all of the $2 boxes. Full-stop. No more. And if my mood is good, maybe one of the $5 box. And the school is so thick-skinned to put&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;boxes for the $100 and above donation. I think whoever can donate $50 is already my hero. Much less say $100 and above. My god. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is it that I have to suffer all these and not You?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Give me a very good reason and I'll accept it no matter what it is. Thank You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-2780331786452369239?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2780331786452369239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=2780331786452369239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/2780331786452369239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/2780331786452369239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-down-with-bad-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-1048664342359847195</id><published>2007-02-16T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:22:54.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yes, today made this week a good week! :D It really feels good helping people. Seeing the smiles on their faces. The feeling is &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;AMAZING :)&lt;/span&gt; We were supposed to be 'befrienders' to the elderly folks today. And when the whole thing ended, those elderly folks were really happy and when they said 'thank you' so sincerely, I almost cried. I don't know why, but well, I felt a sense of achievement then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me and Joyce were talking about what will happen to our clique and our class next year. I guess most of us will be seperated. I detest the homeroom system for letting us have so little time to bond as a class. Shit that. I really don't want this year to end but unfortunately, time is passing so so quickly. Term 1 is gonna be over soon. I hate the feeling of people leaving me. Shit that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chinese New Year is coming soon. So, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;At times, I feel if what I want is too much. Is trying to be someone close to you that hard? Trying to make the first move but afraid that you would think the other way. Waiting for You to make the first move but you don't seem to care. Sometimes, I really wonder if I should stop; cause it does hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-1048664342359847195?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1048664342359847195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=1048664342359847195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/1048664342359847195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/1048664342359847195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/02/yes-today-made-this-week-good-week-d-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-4688703760131608659</id><published>2007-02-15T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T05:16:32.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentines' Day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;is over and it's sad that I didn't have time to blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentines' Day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;itself. Yes, tournament. And the greastest thing, I lost my match yesterday. Shit ass. Spoit my mood for the other half of the day. Though we still won overall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;big, big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;thank you to those of you who remembered to give me presents yesterday!!!! :D Loved them all :) And the chocolates were specially sweet yesterday eh. Maybe cause it's Valentines'! Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am very busy this whole week cause of trainings and tournaments and got a stupid scolding (and I mean serious scolding. He shouted like nobody's business can.) from Mr.L for not doing our CIP which we actually did but what happened was because of a miscommunication and he simply doesn't get it. Seriously, what was he thinking? Spoit my mood too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And today was as bad. I don't know why, but for some stupid reason, I was moody for the whole morning. And though I saw something which supposed to get me all excited and jumpy and high, I was emotionless. Serious. Even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NADINE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;could tell. Well, it may be because of the Math stuff which I just couldn't get, or just simply, moody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;This week supposed to be a good week but what did it turn out as? Great. Absolutely great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Tomorrow's Xin Nian Kuai Le celebration and we Sec 2s and Sec 5s are supposed to dosome CIP thing with the old folks and stuff like that. It's a good thing and I guess I will enjoy doing it. Let us all hope that it will make the last day of the week a very good one :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I gotta go befriend History for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt; by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-4688703760131608659?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4688703760131608659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=4688703760131608659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/4688703760131608659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/4688703760131608659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-is-over-and-its-sad-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-4264619252908533344</id><published>2007-02-12T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T02:11:15.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okay. Yes, I know it's been long since I've blogged. So here I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Last few weeks have been really busy and hectic and busy and hectic. Competition going on, new Maths topic which I seriously don't understand a single shit and staying back because of the stupid CIP thing which I spent so much time, okay. Not me. The rest. To decorate the butterflies and the pigs and in the end, guess what. The teachers don't want them cause they are not up to standered. Eh eh eh, please. All the teachers so free they go and do themselves lah. Then we see what is up to THEIR standered. And Sam YY was making me pissed by saying some stuppid stuff which I didn't bother to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The match played by 'B' Div was okay. We won with a score of 5-0. WELL DONE, PL!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh oh oh! And most importantly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;THANK YOU KARIN LEE FOR HELPING ME DO MY PAPER CUTSSSSS!!! :D I owe you many many!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-4264619252908533344?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4264619252908533344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=4264619252908533344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/4264619252908533344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/4264619252908533344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-2655489454599532799</id><published>2007-02-02T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T02:11:16.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It has been a week and this week, time doesn't fly as fast as the previous weeks. I wonder why? Tournament's next Friday and I feel as though our team's not well-prepared. But well, we shall let luck do the job. :)  The Emo Bug finally caught me. I usually escape from it but well, I'm at my weakest point today. And best of all, Nadine didn't come and the Badminton girls went off which means our clique was left with me and Joyce alone. Best. -___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Does it hurt for an extra friend to be there for you? Well, sometimes it hurts to see you like this. I'm trying. But what's the use? I don't even know, or rather, think if you even notice what I'm doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Got scolded by Miss C for helping ET count the number of words in her Summary -__-  Fine, it's a test, but I'm only helping ET count her words! What the hell. Had to stay back to help out in the decorations for CNY. It was crazy. Lol. Crazy in a good way. :D This made my day cause we were really craaazy! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Finally, congradulations Badminton Girls! You must do your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ULTIMATE BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;, and I really mean&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ULTIMATE BEST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to win Ang*****.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YES!!! ALL THE WAY PL!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Let us all hope next week would be an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;good week to make up for my emo day today. I didn't get emo no matter what happened before, so next week shall be the week to make it up for today. It's a punishment, Week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-2655489454599532799?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2655489454599532799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=2655489454599532799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/2655489454599532799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/2655489454599532799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-has-been-week-and-this-week-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-2832956494692600651</id><published>2007-01-26T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:41:48.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nothing much really happened during lessons (except Maths test of course, which was fine. :D). Until an announcement which was made by Miss.G (During our History.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.) for everyone including staff, to proceed to the hall for some small assembly thing. Me and Zhiying got so excited till we were litterally laughing all the way while we walk to the hall from our classroom. Everyone got to the hall and principle was standing infront, looking like she just lost her favourite soft toy. We had The Small Assembly is because of a certain thing that some girl's mother did, which concerns our school's reputation. Her mother complained to the press about our school saying that her daughter was scolded many times because of her naturally-brown-streaks-of-hair on, her hair. Like that also wanna call the press. Just tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So Me and Zhiying were thinking about reasons we could sue people with and make it the headlines like how that girl's mother did:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two girls quarrelled to see who's taller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two bestfriends fought over who should use the toilet cubicle first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two PL-lites quarrelled over who's heavier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two childhood friends quarrelled over a plate of food. (AHAHAHAHAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There were somemore riduculous ones that we thought of but well, I should not name them all out in case the press comes find me :D If all these were really the headlines,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the readers will sue the press instead.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AHAHAHHAAHHAA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And thank you Zhiying for advertising my blog on your blog. So everyone, please go to Zhiying's blog for the other version of the story;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.stuckinabrokenlife.blogspot.com"&gt;www.stuckinabrokenlife.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Everything was going alright until my mother called the Table-tennis shop asking for the shoes. And all thanks to Joyce Teo Min Jia, the shoe may not arrive till&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AFTER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;our competition. Thanks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;, Joyce. Much appreciated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And to add on to my list-of-irritating-things-that-happened-in-a-day, I am having&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAD BAD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;muscle aches due to the stupid skipping thing we had for PE yesterday. I can't even walk properly. The ultimate. I run or do what thing nothing happen, skip only then all the muscles start aching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt; with this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-2832956494692600651?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2832956494692600651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=2832956494692600651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/2832956494692600651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/2832956494692600651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/01/friday-nothing-much-really-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-3113560619662306819</id><published>2007-01-20T00:25:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T05:59:05.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ELIZABETH TAN SHI HUI.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay. That's all I have for you, ET :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today kinda rocked in a certain way but when I thought my day was perfect, Mr Wonderful Kim spoiled it by making some people cry. &gt;:( Hate it. And what's wrong with making a suggestion, may I ask? Some people just don't get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The friendly match with VJC was, well, amusing. I played and guess who were my opponents; the first and second singles. Yes. Best. Got so many people to pair with, must be them. So without asking, you guys should know the results hor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just realised I lost the paper of the 20 cheng yus. Yes. All the really, very best for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tomorrow there's Maths test. Good luck man. Just pray that my calculator's battery won't suddenly be sleepy and decided to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-3113560619662306819?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3113560619662306819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=3113560619662306819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/3113560619662306819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/3113560619662306819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/01/elizabeth-tan-shi-hui.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-6684217768785964578</id><published>2007-01-20T00:25:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T00:25:23.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tomorrow there will be a friendly match against VJC. Let us just prepare for the worst. And may the Lord keep our opponents calm so they won't be so ruthless during the match. Amen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I fell as though there's not enough days in one week leh. Cause of all the work and tests coming up, 5 days feels like 1/2 day. I'm also gonna shoot myself if I don't memorise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cheng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yus and the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;of the chemical formulaes by Monday. I got to stay back tomorrow and at night I need to watch tv. Saturday, I've got to go attend a chalet. Whole day. Sunday, I've got to get some stuff done. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHOLE DAY&lt;/span&gt;. Which means I'm left with Friday. I can do it. Yes, wish me all the best please. Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ooooohhhh man!!! 20 cheng yus lehhhh!!! How to memorise?!?!?!?! And the best of all, it's Chinese. My gosh. Don't need 20. I 5 chengyus also got problem. How to memorise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chemical formulaes leh? I don't even&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;UNDERSTAND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;please. Magdelene ah, magdelene. Easy lah hor. Chem very easy. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!! :0 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay Rachel, you're doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;VERY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;fine. Keep up the good work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-6684217768785964578?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6684217768785964578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=6684217768785964578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/6684217768785964578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/6684217768785964578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/01/tomorrow-there-will-be-friendly-match.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-2097193193631730672</id><published>2007-01-20T00:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T05:21:51.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh man oh man :) Today has been an emotional day for some and a crazy day for some. Well, for me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;IT HAS BEEN A CCRRAAZZYY DAY! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Training was well, funny! :) As usual, Anguilia was making us all swear but for once, she was funny today. Only for that few minutes. She said a boy wanted to go home just because he had a patch of sore on his thigh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HAHAHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;He said it was very pain and called his mum to ask her to pick him up from school.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And when the teacher asked the mother, she said :" Yes. I want my son to come home."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAA. JUST LAUGH OUT LOUD LOUD LOUD EH. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Together we stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;When it gets cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And it feels like the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;There's no place to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You know I won't give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No I won't give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keep holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'Cause you know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we'll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;, we'll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just stay strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'Cause you know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;, I'm here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So keep holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"So far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I wish you were here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Before it's too late, this could all disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Before the doors close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And it comes to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;With you by my side I will fight and defend"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Yes, we'll be there :)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hear me when I say, when I say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Whatever's meant to be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;will work out perfectly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yes girl. I know you'll make it. We'll all be here and we'll make it through together :) Stay Strong and I know you will! :D Loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-2097193193631730672?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2097193193631730672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=2097193193631730672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/2097193193631730672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/2097193193631730672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-man-oh-man-today-has-been-emotional.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-584456031675481586</id><published>2007-01-20T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T00:33:27.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkwyLLK8LKk/RbHSSf5qJ1I/AAAAAAAAACE/io0a-YW1lYQ/s1600-h/2420846376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022026274737629010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkwyLLK8LKk/RbHSSf5qJ1I/AAAAAAAAACE/io0a-YW1lYQ/s320/2420846376.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;He made my day! :D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It's Saturday today and I'm getting real bored. Didn't go to the chalet in the end (SORRY, Daryl!) cause of all the stupid-marshmallow-irritating-brinjal homework and due to the irregular break times in school, I often go hungry and thus, not being able to absorb what teachers are talking about so I have to revise and catch up with the rest. Shit crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Wish me all the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-584456031675481586?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/584456031675481586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=584456031675481586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/584456031675481586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/584456031675481586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/01/he-made-my-day-d-its-saturday-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkwyLLK8LKk/RbHSSf5qJ1I/AAAAAAAAACE/io0a-YW1lYQ/s72-c/2420846376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-8207563434438715515</id><published>2007-01-19T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T04:21:44.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Time really flies this week. I was enjoying the breaks on Monday and before I knew it, I was dreading 2 periods of Chinese and 2 periods of History (one after another somemore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.) this afternoon. Thursday was the really the best cause we didn't have much lessons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SAY HOORAY! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I really, really wonder why the school have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PLENTY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;of lockers everywhere but they don't let us use them. Why huh. Can anybody tell me. Everyone looks like they've run 4 rounds around the track after climbing up the stairs all the way up. What's best is the classrooms are all so far apart eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Almost everyone slept during History class today cause we used up all of our energy doing the Chinese compo. Equation --&gt; One Chinese compo = 4 hours of sleep. And compo best. I forgot how to write 'table' in chinese. Went to Wisma with Sharmaine after school to get a present for my cousin. I was in the toilet and everything was quiet until I heard an amazing sound which broke the silence;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PPPPPPPUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;My gosh eh. I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;IMMEDIATELY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;laugh I tell you first. HAHAHAHAHA. Super funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;OH! AND &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOYCE TEO! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Bought a small cake for Joyce and held an extremely mini celebration for her. Lol. I think the surprise sort of failed :D cause we wanted to cover her eyes and then surprise her with everyone around but guess what. Only me, Nadine, Sharm, Zy and my sis arrived early. Waited for ET for so long cause we need her lighter before we could call Joyce to come. Wait so long and in the end she don't have a lighter -____- so we went each canteen stall to ask for lighter and managed to get one. I brought joyce there and covered her eyes but she didn't let me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WALAO. JOYCE TEO. PEOPLE WANT GIVE YOU SURPRISE THEN YOU LIKE THAT. &gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So in the end she saw the lighted thing and she wanted to go away.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;AND THE BESTEST. SHE DIDN'T WANT TO EAT THE CAKE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(Oh, me and Zy thinks she's aneroxic cause she can survive without eating the WHOLE DAY. Tell me how eh, Joyce :0) Eh. Please leh. I went all the way to Bread Talk to specially go buy for you then you like that. Next time just write a note on A4 size paper then give you can already lah hor. Humph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Going to spent my weekends studying and try to catch up with my work :) I know I'm good :D Okay. Bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-8207563434438715515?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8207563434438715515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=8207563434438715515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/8207563434438715515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/8207563434438715515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/01/time-really-flies-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-7374182170508588483</id><published>2007-01-12T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T02:13:54.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LkwyLLK8LKk/RadeKf5qJ0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/nlIoixmWIsc/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019083844182746946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LkwyLLK8LKk/RadeKf5qJ0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/nlIoixmWIsc/s320/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know my blog's gonna be dead sooner or later. So now I'm here to revive it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First few days of school have been alright, except for the homeroom system which is very annoying cause you have to move around for each lesson. This equals to climbing up staircases as well. So yes, shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, the new time-table is just OUT. No free periods at all except 2 days, breaks are DAMN far apart and guess what. Monday's breaks are at 9.20am and 2pm. And the best of all, there is only ONE break to last us all day on Tuesday which is at 8.40am. WHAT RUBBISH. Yes, all the best for us. There seems to be more lessons in a day too. Double shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had bad gastric today though I didn't feel hungry at all. Couldn't really sit/stand up straight and had to go home all alone enduring the pain all the way home -___- And up till now, the pain haven't subsided. Best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Training days are increased to 3 times a week which is good in a way cause I don't like to go home so early :) Badminton competition starts next thoursday so, ALL THE WAY PL!!! JIA YOU, JIA YOU! JIA YOU, JIA YOU! WOOHOO!!!! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though school lessons are irritating and boring, I still can't wait till school starts on Monday. Why? Don't ask me. Cause I don't know too. LOL :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, SEE YOU GUYS ON MONDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHOH!! AND THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO REMEMBERED MY BIRTHDAY AND GAVE ME PRESENTSSS!!! LOVE YOU GUYS!! MWAH! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-7374182170508588483?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7374182170508588483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=7374182170508588483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/7374182170508588483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/7374182170508588483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-know-my-blogs-gonna-be-dead-sooner-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LkwyLLK8LKk/RadeKf5qJ0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/nlIoixmWIsc/s72-c/DSC00081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-2229536208097449513</id><published>2006-11-19T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T19:41:33.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad&apos;s vacation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's the 20th and I'm leaving soonnnnnn!! My dad came back with a luggage full of rubbish which we don't even need -__- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Daddy, why you buy so many things?? We also don't need leh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Down there cheap mah." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So cheap then buy huh. The house there cheap, then buy also lor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He bought &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;10 over&lt;/span&gt; long sleeve shirts of the same kind only thing different sizes for me, my mum, himself and my sis. He also bought &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; knitted-jackets of the same kind only different colour. Then, he bought &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; mp3which he already bought on his last trip there. So in total, we have &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;of the &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;SAME&lt;/span&gt; mp3. He bought boots for me and my sis, Timberland-like shoes for himself. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;long winter socks of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;SUPER,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;bad quality which makes you feel like peeling your skin off when you wear it because it's so itchy. Finally, he bought &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;20 over&lt;/span&gt; vcds, cds and dvds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then I asked him:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Daddy, you got too much money to spend huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And he replied:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Down there cheap mah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Everything I say he always answer back the same answer. Kill me eh, please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then I asked him again:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Are we going to bring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;EVERYTHING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He replied:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ya lah. Don't bring then buy for what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;WALAO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;His luggage with all the newly bought things and his present clothes already want to burst already. So all 4 of us the clothes seperated into 4 different luggages also want to burst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then go there how to buy things back??? No space right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Guess what he said:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Also good lah. You all go there can see cannot buy. You all just try on for the feeling of it then put back on the rack. So the $400 for you all can keep at home lah. Don't need to bring."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I will be leaving on a 10.45pm flight on Friday. And will be leaving home at around 8pm. So whoever wanna sent me goodbye message, please do so before that time or Miss Rachel would not be able to read it. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I guess this will be the last post till I'm back with all the pictures! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Goodbye everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-2229536208097449513?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2229536208097449513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=2229536208097449513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/2229536208097449513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/2229536208097449513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-20th-and-im-leaving-soonnnnnn-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-5633464892029939399</id><published>2006-11-15T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T00:21:25.837-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister&apos;s Secrets'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Out of curiosity, I decided to look through my sister's cupboard. I found LOADS AND LOADS of stuff which are unbelievable. No wonder she doesn't like people to look in her cupboard. Once I opened it up, I found:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1. A small plastic container FILLED with stud earrings. Well, to many people, what's so amusing right. Because she isn't those kind who likes to doll herself up. Much less change her earrings. I mean, that's what I see from her outside. Inside her, I wouldn't know and I don't want to know. Trust me, it'll be scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2. A SUPER big hooped black earring and a SQUARE, POLKA DOTTED one. Tell me, isn't she scary? There'll be more later on. But on the outside, she looks like a person who couldn't be bothered. The fact is she does do it when she goes out with her friends and only do so once she step out of the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3. A bag FULL of nail polishes. And I really mean FULL. All sorts of colours. Even brown. And HOT PINK. My gosh. And I read her notebook which contains her 'wishlist' , saying that she wants to paint her nails ALL DIFFERENT KINDS OF COLOUR. Just faint. And when I asked her why her nails were painted hot pink, guess what she answered? For fun. LAUGH OUT LOUD LOUD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;4. Her wishlist. Which says: Tote bag. (Once, she came back home with a MYUK tote bag and she said her friend bought it for her. I think is she ask them one lah huh. And she said she don't like it. How to explain the "Must!" beside that sentence? Paint nails all different colour. I mentioned already. Second earhole. MY GOODNESS. What is she turning into??? And please, she won't even dare. This one's more ridiculous: FRENCH MENICURE. Woah. Everybody, 1, 2, 3, drop dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;5. A super Ah Lian and I seriously mean AH LIAN necklace. SUPER ULTRA ugly. Green in colour, from small beads then suddenly got super big beads in the centre. And it's so super chunky that when she wears it, I think it'll be a burden to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;6. A keychain that's custom-made with her name on and a 'PLMGS 06'". Sure is expensive from how heavy the metal is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;7. A clay container FILLED with saga seeds. Not so surprising right. I went to check my bottle of saga seeds and it went down by HALF. KILL HERRRRRRRR!! &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;8. She stole my necklace's stone. As in those kind of got colour and it's very nice that kind of round stone!! But I took it back from her =) I doubt she'll notice. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;9. Our school's belt. And it's a new belt. Tell me is she crazy or crazy huh. Of all things, why keep a belt inside her drawer?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;10. The most ultra shocking thing I've ever found and it's very unbelievable. A TURQOISE COLOURED T.U.B.E. FROM THIS FASHION. MY GOOOOOODNNNEEEESSSSSSSSSS EHHHH!!!!! What's living in her brain???!!!!! Someone please tell me. And it's DEFINITELY too big for her. Okay. Maybe can wear but it'll be loose. She is so skiiinneeeyyyyyyy. Please lah huh. My god. I can't believe it eh. KILL ME PLEASEEEEE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Okay. Done. It's still unbelievable and I'm waiting for a day when I can ask her what is that and pretend I didn't know. But she'll most likely, no. 100% say "Nothing lah." in a very annoyed manner or nothing at all. I don't want her to spoil my reputation next year when she comes over. S.H.I.T. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;P.S I put this very small cause I don't want to make it so obvious. In case any of her friends come by and sees this, I'm dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-5633464892029939399?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5633464892029939399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=5633464892029939399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/5633464892029939399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/5633464892029939399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/11/out-of-curiosity-i-decided-to-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-116338533030059105</id><published>2006-11-12T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:35:30.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Okay. Blogging mood is present today. Mr. Lazy is gone now =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Went to Bishan Library with Joyce and ET on wednesday. A pity Zhiying can't make it. Some other time, yeah? =) Once everyone is present, went to eat at Ajisen and the waitress there is the best. One example: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Eh, excuse me, inside got seafood?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"No. Squid." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;They know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; their stuff so well right. Say until so confident somemore. Hahhahahaa. Walked around and then headed to the library. Fought over some books with Joyce Teo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I WON &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Stayed in the library for quite awhile and went to the arcade. Played the basketball thing, where you have a limited time and you have to hit the highscore within that period. Failed. Needless to say. 3 to a station and we were laughing like free and the balls keep flying out of the cage. Hahhahaa. spent $4 and ET went home =( Went to Swensons to eat ice creammmmmm! =P Spent an hour there and then homed =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Going for show later with my cousin, catching "&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Material Girls&lt;/span&gt;". Pray that its good =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-116338533030059105?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/116338533030059105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=116338533030059105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/116338533030059105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/116338533030059105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-116287769691275521</id><published>2006-11-06T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:34:57.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am finally in the blogging mood today. Thus, this post. Don't know why but I've lost interest in blogging. I guess this is what happens when you watch too much tv. Once I sit on the sofa, it will so hard to get up. And I'm serious. even to take the controler and change the channel is a chore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Laziness. What to do. Can't help it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am rotting at home bit by bit every single day till I wish I had loads of homework so I have something to do though I still haven even started on the homework I actually received. Blame Mr.Lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;My dad's gonna go on his business trip soon on Thursday and that means no shopping on weekends cause got no driver=no car to travel around in. My mum said she wants to go shopping and travel around by the MRT. Kill me please. So mah fun! Blame Mr.Lazy again. He'll be back on the 18th November and then on the 24th it'll be everyone's turn to go =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So from now till I have the mood to blog, everyone please have a nice day everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-116287769691275521?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/116287769691275521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=116287769691275521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/116287769691275521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/116287769691275521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-finally-in-blogging-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-116185341467455103</id><published>2006-10-26T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T02:03:34.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's been 16 days since I've last blogged. Quite long hor. Many things happened during this period of time but nothing that important/serious/gan chiong/scary/sad/happy till I have to blog it down. Lol. Okay. My results. Quite okay, at least I improved. So hurray =)  Considering my type of person who seldom improve on things unless I'm very much interested in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, today's the last day of school for the year. And we are moving back to our home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'LL MISS SO MANY PEOPLE LEHHHHHHHHH!!!! =((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Though we'll be in the same class again next year but what's the point lah huh. Everything also banded. -___- Oh man, I miss all of you already =((  2 months. It's only been a few hours and I'm already missing so many people. How to survive you come and tell me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Had a great time today in school =D Took photos and I think majeority (is that how you spell that?) of the photos got me and ET. Cause just before they press the button we ran in and pose infront. Lol. So I think not many people will miss me cause my face is in all the photos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;EH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CANNOT LIKE THAT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Photo is photo right. Real person is real person. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-Terminated-&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/16125722-116185341467455103?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/116185341467455103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=116185341467455103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/116185341467455103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/116185341467455103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-been-16-days-since-ive-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-116105403020936225</id><published>2006-10-16T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:00:30.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3519/1519/1600/goong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3519/1519/320/goong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCKS ROCKS ROCKS =D I think Goong is the bestest Korean drama I've watched, besides The Little Bride and Save The Last Dance For Me. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-116105403020936225?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/116105403020936225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=116105403020936225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/116105403020936225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/116105403020936225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/10/rocks-rocks-rocks-d-i-think-goong-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-116105342628919488</id><published>2006-10-16T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:57:30.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The haze. That haze. This haze.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think all the doctors love the haze cause it enables them to earn more money. Anyway, gave school a miss today. Went to see the doctor yesterday cause of my flu and cough. The doctor checked my temperature - 36.3 so low hor. Then once I come home, my temperature shot up to 38 -_____- And now even though the fan is facing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;DIRECTLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;at me, I'm still sweating. And my head like got 1000kg of lego inside like that. Need my hand to support. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The lozenges the doctor gave me was called "Tussils" instead of "Strepsils"  And the packaging is the same -___- I didn't get an MC from the docter cause I thought I could still go to school. So the doctor gave me an excuse sheet to allow me to skip me CCA for one week. See, from no fever become got fever. Don't need an MC become need an MC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now I know the meaning of "&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;life is so unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;" =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last week of school and this year is coming to an end. So fast. This time I think is sit bullet train. Gosh, I'm gonna miss 1b2 ='( Let us all hope no one changes class and we can be united as&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; ONE&lt;/span&gt; again! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My flagm is &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;brownish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; in colour. Tell me is it sick or sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-116105342628919488?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/116105342628919488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=116105342628919488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/116105342628919488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/116105342628919488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/10/haze.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-116011472141789158</id><published>2006-10-05T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T23:05:21.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;WOOHOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! =D One year so fast over =) Time really flies. Must be sit aeroplane. =D AALLLOOOT of unpleasant things happened during each papers..BUT. Its all overrrrrrrrrrrr =D Hope for the bestest of all bestest =)  BUT chinese was horrible today &gt;:(  boo. Okay. I wanna go recharge and eat and watch tveeee!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh, I love you so! My tv, oh! My tv! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-116011472141789158?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/116011472141789158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=116011472141789158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/116011472141789158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/116011472141789158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/10/exams-are-overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115953326525442415</id><published>2006-09-29T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T05:37:50.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think there are alot of very wierd and unusual people in the world. Okay. Who I'm gonna mention are from my tuition class and there are 2 of them only. Okay. Not alot. Okay. First person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Eh, teacher. The answer no 3 leh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Huh? What no 3?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"There! The answer there is 578 no 3"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Huh?? Where got? 578 where got 3? Oh oh, the calulation huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Yah. Is 578 not 3578."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Correct what!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"No. You see ah. Because 12 times 30 is 360. So the rest of the working wrong already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Where you get the 30 from? Where got 30? Is 12 times 80 what."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*rubs his eyes REAL HARD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Sorry, short-sighted." Then he treat as if nothing happened and my teacher stared at him for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAAHA. LAUGH OUT LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD PLEASE! SUPER FUNNY!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And he was a malaysian, so his english pronounciation was not that good. And he speaks one word at a time, vvveerryy slowly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAHHAAHAHHA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay. Next person. No offence but she is plump. Not fat. Plump only. I suspect she likes this guy in my class cause he dind't come for the past few weeks and she was still okay, till he turned up for tuition today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Teacher, can I go and throw my rubbishhh?" She asked out of the blue when teacher was still going through a question. And worse, she said it in a baby voice. yes. OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Wait lah. 2 more questions then I let you all have break." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Orh. Okies. Eh? That one how come got yi ge 3 come out de?" OH MY GOSH. LOL. SUDDENLY SPEAK CHINESE EH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then she started taking out her specs, re-tie her hair. Then once finish tying, (her hair can be tied up in a ponytail without any loose hair dropping out) she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PURPOSELY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pull out one bunch of hair from the fringe there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;OH GOSH. PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then she lift that bunch and put on her specs then adjust her hair nice nice then she smile to herself -________- If you see the whole thing real life, you will just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LAUGH TO YOURSELF.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Which I did. I couldn't control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay. There's one more but thats not so serious so nevermind =) Oh oh oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sharon Lam Hui Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;=)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;(P.S. Eh, your name specially put in &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YELLOW &lt;/span&gt;colour leh. Royal, precious and is my colour you know. Be honoured hor.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115953326525442415?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115953326525442415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115953326525442415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115953326525442415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115953326525442415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-there-are-alot-of-very-wierd.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115953170494343543</id><published>2006-09-29T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T05:08:24.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;3 down, 5 more to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;English. I knew it. I knew I would screw up again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;CRAPPPP.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My summary got 20 over more words??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SHIITTTT.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This time I didn’t dare not to wear my specs in case my nice eyeballs mistook the time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But compared to the previous papers, today was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I wanna say about is the women sitting beside me. The fan was already so noisy and she adds somemore noise. I think she’s a little bit off eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;“Shhhit lah.”&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When she didn’t know how to do. (yes, it’s the same girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;“Ugh, ugh”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When she was erasing something&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;REAL HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;“1,2,3…Wahh, shit”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When she was counting the number of words in the summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;“Hahahhaha”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When she got no more strength to erase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-__________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don’t know how am I gonna survive for 5 more papers.&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/16125722-115953170494343543?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115953170494343543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115953170494343543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115953170494343543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115953170494343543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/3-down-5-more-to-go-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115944353629234190</id><published>2006-09-28T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T04:38:56.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 down, 6 more to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Had my history paper today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*flap-flap*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;17 marks just flew away like that. I had my specs with me, but I was lazy to wear it. So, as usual, I tried looking at the time left after I did section A (part 3).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"1hr left. Okay. Just nice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Then I took my time to do the source-based questions. When I was doing, taking my time, everyone seemed to be rushing. Then, I decided to wear my specs and see what the teacher wrote on the board. I saw a section B (part 2) or something like that. Then I looked and looked for that question and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;IT WAS AT THE LAST PAGE AND I DIDN'T KNOW.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So I looked at the time. 15MIN LEFT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Wah. Why the time past so fast huh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Then I estimated the time I took to do the source-base. 30min. And I counted back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;THERE WAS ACTUALLY ONLY 30MIN LEFT WHEN I DID FINISH THE SEC A (PART 3). &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Wahhhhhh...&lt;/span&gt;I WANNA CHANGE MY EYEBALLS LEH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So I was rushing like mad women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"10 more min!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And I was only at the 1st question, part c. Then I tried to write as fast as I can, but instead wrote slower and slower cause my hand tired. So I stopped and counted 5seconds then started writing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Put your pens down! Stop writing!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And I was still writing my answer for the last question. Well, to console myself, at least I wrote 1 and 1/2 sentence. Better than nothing lah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;. For the previous one, I wrote 4 lines for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A 6 MARKS QUESTION.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Best. And 1 and 1/2 sentence for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;AN 8 MARKS QUESTION.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Bestest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cassandra made me go even more crazy by telling me the answers for 2 questions, which I found out I got wrong. And now, I just checked the txb for the answer and guess what?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;GOT ONE MORE QUESTION WRONG.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This is how the 17 marks disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;You know what, I think my eyeballs rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;First oral, compo, then history. I'm so excited to know what comes next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yay. 3 cheers please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115944353629234190?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115944353629234190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115944353629234190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115944353629234190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115944353629234190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/1-down-6-more-to-go-had-my-history.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115927035192002813</id><published>2006-09-26T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T04:32:31.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Once I came back from school, I bathed and I immediately slept. Till now. Then, I'm gonna study for 2hrs, and then sleep again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AND WAKE UP AT 3AM TO STUDY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think I sound crazy lah huh. But some people say you can absorb better. So I'm gonna try it! =D Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'M WAITING FOR MY DURIANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN &gt;:(   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm getting impatient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I WANT MY DURIANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okay. Enough. Back to history. crap. I don't like =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115927035192002813?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115927035192002813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115927035192002813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115927035192002813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115927035192002813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/once-i-came-back-from-school-i-bathed.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115917096521773135</id><published>2006-09-25T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:56:05.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Monday monday monday. Today is Monday! =D&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NADIAH AH NADIAH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Assembly was warm. First period was cold. Second period was warm. Third period and fourth period was cold. Fifth and sixth period was warm and finally, seventh and eighth period was cold. I think there's something wrong with my body temperature man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Okay. Thursday's history and I havent memorise anything yet. Can't get into my head ahhhhhhh  =(  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh oh oh oh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DEE! DEE! DEE! DEE! WOOT!!!!! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115917096521773135?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115917096521773135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115917096521773135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115917096521773135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115917096521773135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/monday-monday-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115898169756963264</id><published>2006-09-22T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:23:17.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't help it. I need to blog. So here it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Screwed up my oral, screwed up my compo, what next.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;SHITTTTTTT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;was trying to decide weather to re-write the compo and change the question during english compo. I didn't wear my specs so I could'nt see what was the time. I assumed there was 15min left so I decided not to change and sleep to help me forget how horribly I wrote. And I woke up after what seems like 1hr and looked at the clock&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;PROPERLY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And guess what. There was actually 45min left and I used the time to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;SLEEP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;WRITE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So the time left now is 13min. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;#$%^&amp;^^&amp;amp;amp;$(^&amp;amp;^%!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was crying and screaming and shouting out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;LOUD LOUD LOUD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;inside I tell you. Crap. So guess what. I wrote 200+ more words for the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;LETTER WRITING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;COMPO.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Shitness &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chinese next. So far so good till Wan Leng starts saying "SSSShhhhhhit" throughout for the whole of the examination &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;BECAUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; HER ELECTRONIC DICTIONARY BUTTON SPOIL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-________________________________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I knew what I wanted to write at first until she said "SSShhhit" and then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;POP!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gone. Then I got it, and then she said"SSSShhit" and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;POP!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There it goes again. So I was being popped at for the whole of the examination and I could only start writing after she said her "Shit". So, I wrote down what I thought of as fast as I can, incase she said another "Shit" and the whole thing got popped at again. And luckily, I finished just in time =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;CRAP. I JUST REALISED MY FINGER IS HAS A SUPER DEEP CUT AND ITS BLEEDING AND I DIDN'T EVEN FEEL ANYTHING!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think the EOYs can cause people to be so stress till they loose their sense of touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115898169756963264?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115898169756963264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115898169756963264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115898169756963264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115898169756963264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-cant-help-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115882723367182878</id><published>2006-09-21T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T01:27:13.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;WWWOOOAAHHH WWWWOOOAAAAHHH WWWWOOOAAAHHH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lol. My english oral my english oral my english oralllllll. Rushed to get Mrs Ramesh! =D I think she's the besttttt =)) I read the passage and I blanked out when I saw the picture. I was staring at mrs ramesh and then she started asking me questions, so I answered and then she asked me some more questions and I answered =D  So in the end, I was just answering what she asked.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;9 CHEERS! =D&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I just realised History paper is on thurs and I haven't memorise a single thing from the notes I typed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But I don't have that sense of urgency yet. Why huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PE today was...well, not fun but not bored either =)  I was trying to shoot the basketball into the hoop my standing very near at the side of the hoop, but still failed -_______- Then I tried standing at the very end of the line thing. I tried shooting and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;IT GOT IN. SAY WOAHHHH =D&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;then I tried standing in front of the hoop, which supposed to be easier...but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FAILED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-_________-  forget it Paddy, I think I won't make it lah huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tomorrow's the first paper of EOYs. Crap. It's approaching really, really soon and here I am still blogging so frequently -____-    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I think I should stop. So...till after the EOYs readers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BYE BYE =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;broken strings;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115882723367182878?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115882723367182878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115882723367182878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115882723367182878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115882723367182878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/wwwoooaahhh-wwwwoooaaaahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115874522403184722</id><published>2006-09-20T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T02:40:24.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It was hectic eh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;SUPER.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Played WWE with melanie and her weapon was the hair of my puppet and my weapon was cellophane paper.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(IT'S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And we both got the same score. 1-1 =D Ping shou!!! =D Okay. Thats all actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;THE ART PLAY WAS GREAT! =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We only practised twice and we got a very good grade =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I had chinese oral and I think I screwed up the conversation part -____- I knew I will screw it up somehow but I didn't expect it to be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;THAT BAD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;was panting like mad women when it I was waiting for my turn in the waiting room. I looked at the passage and I went "Oh shit" cause I just glanced through and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I DON'T KNOW HOW TO READ ALOT OF WORDS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When it was my turn..I looked at the teacher...and...I...I...I...I...I....smiled =) I began reading and when I didnt know the words I said "wo *ahem*jiu" so he stopped me halfway and we started on the conversation...and the very first question he asked me, I got stuck. Then I looked at the security guard standing at the back gate and then I looked at him and then I looked on the table and then I managed to get an answer =D So learn from me. When you dont know the answer, look at security guard, then the teacher then the table and you'll get an answer! =D okay. back. As for the last question he asked me, I didn't know what he meant so I just stared at him and ni kan wo, wo kan ni! =D And then I remembered he was asking me a question so I went "uhhh..wo...erm...wo...." for quite awhile then I think he knows I don't get it so he explained to me what he meant.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;then I gave the same answer as the previous one cause I didn't know what to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pleeeeeeeeease at least let me get more than 20/100..................=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115874522403184722?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115874522403184722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115874522403184722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115874522403184722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115874522403184722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/yesterday-it-was-hectic-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115856880278841515</id><published>2006-09-18T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T01:40:02.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;IT'S MONDAY TODAYYY! =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And today I am all happy happy =)))  Went to school early to help blow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BALLOONS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;OH OH! THERE'S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BALLOON EH!! ONE AND ONLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BALLOON AND I OWN IT!! =D&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Gave my wonderful wonderfullest presents to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MELANIE LIANG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(happy birthday again! I know my cake&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;EH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.) =D  Lessons were boring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I was still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Went for dental check-up =(  The dentist helped me clean my teeth and let me wear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SUNGLASSES! =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The sunglasses was damn cool. =D the lense was&lt;/span&gt; BLACK &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;and the side was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;=D And she used that long long straw-lookalike thing and put inside my mouth to suck out all the water. The nurse said the sound is quite scary....and the sound turned out to be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BBBZZZ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;-_______-  Missed Bio (crap) because of that and Miss Chan didn't come so all we did was a worksheet =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;GOT SCOLDED BY MS C FOR TALKING AGAIN. AND I WAS NOT TALKING EH. I REPEAT. NOT TALKING.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Okay. I was.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BUT I WAS EXPLAINING THINGS TO ADELENE TONG.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;humph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;That time I was explaining things to wen shi and she scolded me. I was explaining things to amanda, she also scold me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WAH LAOOOOOO &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It rained very heavily today. Very nice =) Cool and windy! =D  But after awhile it stopped =(  And I didn't notice it till I looked out of the window after school ends lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;have to seriously, seriously and I mean&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ALOT ALOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;more for science ccause I got 2/10 and 4/10 for physics MCQ -___________-  and I counted the results I needed to get for this term in order to get an A2 for overall, I need to get 80+ for each subject &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;-___-  Ah pui. &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It's impossible =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happyasapea lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-zoomed off-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115856880278841515?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115856880278841515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115856880278841515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115856880278841515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115856880278841515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-monday-todayyy-d-and-today-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115832376183350929</id><published>2006-09-15T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T05:36:01.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's been a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;day for me so far =D  though I'm struggling like crazy to type finish my notes for all of ther subjects by tomorrow night.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'M FEELING SUGAR HIGH NOW. ET! ET! ET! LET'S SING OUR SUGAR HIGH SONG AND JUMP!! =D ALL THE WAY EH! WOOHOO! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;okay. thats enough. gotta get back to my work now. have a nice night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's finally over =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-terminated-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115832376183350929?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115832376183350929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115832376183350929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115832376183350929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115832376183350929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-been-great-day-for-me-so-far-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115830705421850755</id><published>2006-09-15T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T07:36:06.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Speechless" by The Veronicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feels like I have always known you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I swear I dreamt about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;All those endless nights I was alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like I've spent forever searching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now I know that it was worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;With you it feels like I am finally home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Falling head over heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thought I knew how it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But with you it's like the first day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cause you leave me speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When you talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The way you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You manage to disarm me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My soul is shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can't help but surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My everything to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hought I could resist you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thought that I was strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Somehow you were different from what I've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I didn't see you coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You took me by surprise and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You stole my heart before I could say no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Falling head over heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thought I knew how it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But with you it's like the first day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You leave me speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When you talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The way you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You manage to disarm me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My soul is shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't help but surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My everything to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You leave me speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(the way you smile, the way you touch my face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(it's something that you do I can't explain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I run a million miles just to hear you say my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You leave me speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The way you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You manage to disarm me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My soul is shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't help but surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My everything to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I think this is a SUPER DUPER FLUPER PUPER GUPER TUPER KUPER MUPER NUPER nice song =D &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/16125722-115830705421850755?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115830705421850755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115830705421850755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115830705421850755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115830705421850755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/speechless-by-veronicas-feels-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115822062311230624</id><published>2006-09-14T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:31:05.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's thursday today and it's one more day to the weekends! =D I don't usually look forward to weekends last term...but somehow, things changed =) Got lectured. No. Not lectured. Just a talk or something like that with Ms Chew this morning cause she said a teacher told her that she saw me laughing during the national anthem -________- Yah. I was laughing. But for &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;AWHILE &lt;/span&gt;only eh please. I was avoiding one small white thing that flew past while others were avoiding big bees. I found it funny so I laughed and then got called out by Ms Chew -______- I was nodding my head all the time when she was talking and I was reading the notices on the notice board behind her. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my result slip and I am &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; angry at the way the school chose to count the marks. From A1 drop aaaaalllll the way to C5. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;DAMN BEST.&lt;/span&gt; If don't count in the previous terms' results, I would get 6% more for my overall. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;6% MORE LEH.&lt;/span&gt; Wah laoooooo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today is our last lesson for Guzheng. We were divided into groups to play different tunes. It was &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt; =) Then I realised I got a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SUPER BIG AND RED&lt;/span&gt; blister on my thumb. It just recovered and now got new one. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;WTH.&lt;/span&gt; Then Yuxian helped me make it burst. And yellowish and redish liquid came out =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out I still have &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ALOT ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of things left to study and I have a feeling I have not enough time...so...I...guess...I....erm...I think...I...erm...shall...erm....stop here. heh =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurt, and it still does. Alot. But do I have a choice?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115822062311230624?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115822062311230624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115822062311230624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115822062311230624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115822062311230624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-thursday-today-and-its-one-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115815440323143133</id><published>2006-09-13T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T00:26:17.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;TODAY IS WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Actually, thats all I plan to type in here. But it reminds me of something that happened during home econs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MY NOSE DISAPPOINTED ME.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;We were supposed to smell the stuff inside 15 (??) testubes wrapped with aluminium foil. I took the very first one, and thought all of them were very nice smell since it was all food, I took a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DEEEEEEEEPPPP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;breath.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;AND I IMMEDIATELY SHOVED THE TESTTUBE BACK INTO ITS PLACE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Wanna know what it was?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;VINEGER.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Wahhhhh...best. I think it was the worse thing I've smelt besides the smell of unwashed and unchanged socks in a particular changing room in Robbinsons.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;CAN FAINT PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Wah lao. I only managed to guess 9 out of 15. Bester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Okay. Thats all for today. Cheers. Till then =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's 2 days till the weekends. Another week's gone. I did it. So hooray. But what about next? And the next? Then the next? It's still gonna be hard. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115815440323143133?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115815440323143133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115815440323143133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115815440323143133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115815440323143133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-is-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115804977727325783</id><published>2006-09-12T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T01:29:37.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;School today was hectic. Yes. Hectic. First time I find school days hectic. I don't know for what reason but I was very gan chiong for the whole day. I was always busy with something; undone homework, last minute revision for last minute test, searching for things I thought I brought but didn't, finding for people to lend me their textbook, copying answers for my zhuo yea and many other stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think I have to study extra hard for science and geog cause I'm failing all the revision papers. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Was the refree with Hanya for PE today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I THINK I DID WELL LOR.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;People don't know how to appreciate. humph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;( Oh, and I got a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;whistle from the bookshop! =D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chinese was the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;WORSE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was copying so many li jie wen da answers till my whole thumb was sore. And I have loads more to complete so I think I'm gonna do it now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tata! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was hard. But I made it. Well done, Rachel =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115804977727325783?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115804977727325783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115804977727325783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115804977727325783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115804977727325783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/school-today-was-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115796432951427320</id><published>2006-09-11T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T01:45:29.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The barbeque on sunday was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;F-U-N =D&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;reached east coast at 3plus and went to check in the chalet. The place was horrible please. You can see through the windows of every room leh. wth. and the toilet is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dirty and dark although there are lights. And they used plastic bag kinda material for the shower curtain -______- Any time can fly away eh. And people go there usually and most likely will barbeque which means, you will need tables to put your food and stuff right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;THERE IS ONLY ONE, AS TALL AS YOUR HIP, SIDE TABLE -_________- &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think its super pathetic. I thought the barbeque pit was a PIT. But guess what? It was a metal box lined with aluminium foil, and you have to place it ontop of a metal stand.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SOMEMORE IS DIY LEH. WAH LAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; couldn't stand the sight of it so I got out of the room and went to rent roller blades and skate =) It was great till I tripped over my cousins blades when I wanted to U-turn and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; FELL DOWN &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;humph. It was not pain at first. And no blood. So I skate back to the chalet and sat down.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;AND THE BLOOD WAS DRIPPING. MY GOSH. SCARE ME EH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; I used water and clean and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;IT WAS DAMN PAIN. DAMN. PAIN.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But still, I skated till the time was up and went to catch fishes instead =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;IT WAS DAMN TIRING PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And we looked like those kids with deprived childhood. I remember we were like primary 1 or 2 when we went to catch the guppies and put it inside a pail? yes. its like that. I keep walking slowly then wanna try to attack but somehow the fishes know I'm there and they all swam away -_______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;_-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;AND I ONLY CAUGHT 5 GUPPIES IN 1 HOUR.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;humph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went back and started to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;EATEATEAT! =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The food was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;G-R-E-A-T&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;la huh. Watched the recap of singapore idol and played 'polar bear'. Was fun =)  Left at 12 and decided to check out instead of staying there cause the place was horrible.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;First day of school today was bad, boring, sad, irritating and all  &gt;:(  The principle was being&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;SUPER ANNOYING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;early in the morning eh. SUPER. I don't wanna elaborate cause its irritating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;DAMN &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think I'm gonna start studying like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115796432951427320?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115796432951427320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115796432951427320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115796432951427320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115796432951427320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/barbeque-on-sunday-was-f-u-n-d-reached.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115768545722132994</id><published>2006-09-07T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:50:39.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thought you were something&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Felt like I have always known you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;That's when it all just fell apart.&lt;br /&gt;But now I see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna pretend anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Can it be easier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Can I just change my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cause it just seems to go bad everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This isn't gonna work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't call me on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm all out of words cause you leave me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Everyday just seems so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Or do we even care; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Everyday there's something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now I just try to find some hope,&lt;br /&gt;But it starts again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'll never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm heavily broken;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Can't you see that I'm choking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can't even move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;When there's nothing left to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;What can we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Almost giving up on trying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Almost heading for a fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And now my mind is screaming out.&lt;br /&gt;But then again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It still doesn't end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now, I've had enough of all the hating.&lt;br /&gt;Cause no matter how I try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I can't hate you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I comfort you through all the pain.&lt;br /&gt;You can turn to me and cry.&lt;br /&gt;Always understand that I will always give you all that I have inside,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never be too faraway,&lt;br /&gt;And I won't hesitate at all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be the one to catch your fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Whenever you call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;These are sentences I took and edited from different songs which says how I feel about some stuff. I think they are so true =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115768545722132994?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115768545722132994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115768545722132994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115768545722132994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115768545722132994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/thought-you-were-something-different.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115767921281452112</id><published>2006-09-07T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:33:32.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PAUL TWOHILL IS OUT  &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;SI will no longer be funny and wacky. boo.  =(   spoiled my mood for the whole night though I was sleeping but still, there was no sweet dream. humph.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But looking on the bright side,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HADY MIRZA IS STILL IN! =D&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;so,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YES! =))))))))))))))))))&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Okay. This made my day already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am looking forward to tomorrow's barbequeeeeeeeeee!!! =))) I can roller-blade and eat all my troubles awayyyyyyyyyy!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But for now,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Geography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;, I'm coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115767921281452112?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115767921281452112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115767921281452112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115767921281452112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115767921281452112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/si-will-no-longer-be-funny-and-wacky.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115759278318508021</id><published>2006-09-06T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T18:47:24.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I went for a haircut last night and the hair-cutter was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;HORRIBLE. SHOW ME ATTITUDE LEH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wanted her to wash my hair first cause one women said if I wash my hair first the hair would turn out better. Then, that women left me there alone on the chair and went away. Then another women, okay. Not really a women. It's a she/he. So she started to take her scissors out. Then I told her I wanted to wash my hair first and guess what she said. "Don't want. I cut your hair first."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL. I CUSTOMER OR SHE CUSTOMER EH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I gave her that irritated look and I think she realised so she anyhow cut my hair. Cut until all my hair fall onto my face leh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;FALL ONTO MY FACE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then I stared at her then I think she realised then she shift to behind and cut.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;WAH LAO.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then cut already go wash hair. So put shampoo and scrub my head until&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;SO HARD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;leh. Like my head is some kind of huge mosquito bite. (Eee. Sounds so gross.) Then if so hard scrub awhile not so bad. I still will forgive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;BUT SHE SCRUB FOR 10MIN ON THE SAME SPOT AND IT WAS DAMN PAIN PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then I look up at her, then somehow she knew I was grumbling so she scrub softer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;STILL GOT SOMEMORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then she blow dry my hair. She use the hair dryer and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;BLOW AT MY HEAD FOR 30MIN.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;case you don't know, the hair dryer blows out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;HOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;air. So, i was getting iritated and I shook my head. Then somehow, she knows it again, and stopped blowing. I was damn gan chiong to find out how my hair looks like if I tie it up.....and guess what man.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;MY POYTAIL IS SUPER SUPER SHORT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And the whole thing just sticks out -____-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I SHOULDN'T HAVE PAID. $34 SOMEMORE LEH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;humph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just so hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115759278318508021?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115759278318508021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115759278318508021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115759278318508021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115759278318508021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-went-for-haircut-last-night-and-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115752811362130055</id><published>2006-09-06T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:35:13.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ET!!!!! =D  I BOUGHT YOUR PRESENT ALREADY!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's my fellow zapper's birthday today, today, today!!!! =D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today training was not so bad...though got scolded for not turning up for practises...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I REALLY GOT TUTION LAHHH... =(&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can't wait till scool re-opens leh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I WANNA TALK TO JOYCE TEO AND ADELENE TONG AND ET &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; birthday again!) And I wanna laugh. I need to laugh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LAUGH OUT LOUD LOUD LOUD.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So Joyce Teo, make me laugh please. =) I'm counting on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YOU! =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I really miss you guys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LOADS, ESSPECIALLY ADELENE TONG.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wonder why... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;From a distance.....                                            A familiar You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;waiting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115752811362130055?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115752811362130055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115752811362130055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115752811362130055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115752811362130055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-et-d-i-bought-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115742391698554757</id><published>2006-09-04T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T19:38:37.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;THE ENDING SUPER NNNNNNIIIICCCCCCCCEEEEEEE LEHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMGJWEBXNEH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was so touching please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; "At the exhibition, I saw a very special painting. In the painting, I saw a house. A house that gave me hope and courage. In front of the house, I saw a girl. A girl that I love with all my life and she was smiling. Smiling so sweetly beside a man that was holding her hand so tightly. I will hold your hand and never let it go...From now till forever...And I will save the last dance for you"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;OMGJBXFBHQEHFIE TELL ME IF ITS TOUCHING OR TOUCHING HUH. OMGHWNQHI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115742391698554757?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115742391698554757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115742391698554757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115742391698554757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115742391698554757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/ending-super-nnnnnniiiicccccccceeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115735261590485854</id><published>2006-09-03T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:50:15.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WAH LAO. ZHIYINGGGGGGGGGG...NEVER SPECIFYYYYYY....here's another one &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1) Chose 5 person to do this after you've completed yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2) Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say that he/she have been tagged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Favourite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;1) Colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Needless to say. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2) Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ALOOOOOOT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;3) Day of the week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;EVERYDAY! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;4) Ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;All.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;5) TV show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Singapore Idol =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Current...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;1) Mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Troubled. Is that a mood? Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2) Taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Huh? What taste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;3) Desktop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Still the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;4) Clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Still the white tee. But gonna change soon cause I'm gonna bathe after this =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;5) Toenail colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eh...Its glittery but transparent coloured nail polish? I don't know how to describe lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;6) Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2.31pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;7) Annoyance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;THIS QUIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;8) Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Many..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;First...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;1) Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I REMEMBER I REMEMBER! JASON!! MY KINDERGARDEN CLASSMATE!! =D Eh, he used to like me too also okay. Looking back at it, I JUST WANNA LAUGH. WAAHAHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2) Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ALOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;3) Lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wow...too many to even remember the first one I told. LOL. BUT ALL WHITE LIE HORRRR. Although there's A FEW black lies lah. A FEW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;4) Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My mum's heartbeat =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;1) Cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WOAH. NO WAY. NOT EVEN TRYING. NEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2) Drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tea =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;3) Car ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;4) Phone call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Adelene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have you ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; Dated one of your best friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2) Broken the law?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eating chewing gum counted? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;3) Arrested before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No no no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;4) Kissed someone you don't know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I decided to chose the last 5 person who tagged my blog, not including Poon Zhiying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1. Yirou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;2. Nellyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3. Caselyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;4. Eudora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;5. ET ET ET!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115735261590485854?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115735261590485854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115735261590485854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115735261590485854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115735261590485854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/1-chose-5-person-to-do-this-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115734831656447122</id><published>2006-09-03T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:28:54.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;POON ZHIYING. I DON'T LIKE YOU. But since I'm bored, I might as well do the quiz =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. When you look at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh man, I WANNA WASH MY FACE AND BRUSH MY TEETH AND GO ONLINE!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. When is the next time you will have sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;GOSH. I HAVEN'T DONE IT YET LEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. What's a word that rhymes with "DOOR" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Floor! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. Favourite planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Earth. Cause no earth = no everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your mobile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hilary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;6. What is your favourite ringtone on your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The ringtone which I set as my ringtone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;7. What kinda shirt you have on now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Plain,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;t-shirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Describe yourself in one phrase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Its up there on the top left corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;9. Name the brand of shoes you are currently wearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm barefooted! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;10. Bright or Dark Brown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Bright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;11. If you are alone in the room with two beds, which one will you sleep on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'll push the two beds together and sleep on BOTH! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;12. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I was in dreamland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;13. What did your last text message say that you received on your mobile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I forgot cause I deleted it off =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;14. Where is your letterbox?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Voideck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;15. What is the word you say alot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;OH MY GOSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;16. Who told you he/she love you last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I don't think I wanna tell &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;17. Last furry thing you've touced?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My tomato soft toy Hanya bought for me! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;18. Favourite age you've been so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Whatever age that is less than 5 years old, all I like =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;19. Your worst enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ANTS AND COCKROACHES&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;20. What is your current desktop picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Black background with the word "Mango" in yellow colour and a smiley face that is pink in colour! =D And the artist, ME! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;21. What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Abnormal =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;22. If you had to chose between a million bucks and the ability to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I would chose...the ability to fly =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;23. Do you like someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I like everyone! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;24. The last song you listened to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A soundtrack of "Save The Last Dace For Me" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;25. If the last person you communicate with was getting shot at, would you jump infront of the bullet to save him/her from that shot but sacrifice your life instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hmm...Nope. But I would use a gun and shoot the person who tried to shoot her before he/she manages to shot her! =D I think I can be CID leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;26. If you could punch one person in the face, who would that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;27. What is the closest object to your left foot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The cupboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;28. Last but not least, are you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WAHHHH. FINALLY. Okay. I'm hungry and I wanna eat =) BYE BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115734831656447122?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115734831656447122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115734831656447122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115734831656447122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115734831656447122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/poon-zhiying.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115733804771676890</id><published>2006-09-03T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:11:26.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have you ever tried to show concern but instead being told that you sounded fake?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to let that person know you are there for him/her but instead being told that you sounded fake?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to make that person happy but instead being told that you sounded fake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I'm dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are You taking me for granted or what? I really wanna know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm dissapointed. To think that such words would be said by You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of all people. You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just to let You know, I'm hurt. This time, seriously hurt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now, I can only stare back and look;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How You and I used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh, how I wish I have a time machine so I could go back and lock myself in that time and never come back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The time when You and I used to be such good friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The time when You and I used to share everything without hesitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If I didn't know You, things wouldn't turn out this way. But then again, I wouldn't know that such a great friend like You, existed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If I didn't know You, I wouldn't feel horrible. But then again, I wouldn't know that wonderful feeling I felt when a friend like You shows such concern for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I made a decision. A decision thats hard to make but may be the best solution for us. Before that, I just wanna let You know that You are the bestest friend anyone could ever have. I wish You all the best and may God bless You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who are you? I don't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115733804771676890?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115733804771676890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115733804771676890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115733804771676890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115733804771676890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-you-ever-tried-to-show-concern.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115733547454976644</id><published>2006-09-03T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:04:34.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WEEKENDS WERE GRRREEEAAATTT!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Stayed at home all day on Saturday to watch my favourite, beloved, much loved Korean drama, and its the only drama I am so crazy over till I watched 8 discs in a row which lasted 1 and 1/2 hour per disc. Woah. I think that sentence is long. Okay. I think 'Save the Last Dance For Me' is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;SUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR UUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAA  NICE TO WATCH. I THINK I'M GONNA WATCH IT OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN TILL I MEMORISE THE STORYLINE WORD FOR WORD, SCENE FOR SCENE, EXPRESSION FOR EXPRESSION. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;omgxzxzzxihownfx. On Sunday, I couldn't resist the temtation so I continued watching 3 more discs and now, I'm left with one more final episode.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;OH MY GOSH. IT'S GONNA BE SO NICE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think I'm gonna watch it now. Bye  bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt; This post is crazy. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Be strong. You know I'm here. You can do it, girl =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115733547454976644?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115733547454976644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115733547454976644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115733547454976644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115733547454976644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/09/weekends-were-grrreeeaaattt-d-stayed.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115701882435342700</id><published>2006-08-31T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T03:07:04.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I shall let the pictures do the talking first. Pictures, please.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*shows the pictures the way*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3519/1519/1600/06-08-31_14-48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3519/1519/320/06-08-31_14-48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LEE LAO SHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NI SHI ZHUI HAO DE!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;heh. I think she's funny =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3519/1519/1600/06-08-31_14-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3519/1519/320/06-08-31_14-30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Me and hanyaaaaaaaaaa!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3519/1519/1600/06-08-31_14-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3519/1519/320/06-08-31_14-22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think our classroom is the best lah huh. We love you, classroom!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3519/1519/1600/06-08-31_14-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3519/1519/320/06-08-31_14-19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The wondeful memories this corridor brings back are unforgettable =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;6 Joy 05' ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wo men zhi yi ban! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think the teachers' day celebration today is the best of all in all the 6 years. Firstly,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;VERY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;VERY CUTE PEOPLE PERFORMED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Where were the secondary 1 prefects' performaces?        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-____-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Secondly, I was sitting right right at the corner of the hall where the machine was and it was like our home cause we could stretch our legs and sit like nobody's business and lie down and talk and use our phone whenever we want! =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;AND I THINK THE PERFORMANCE BY 4A1 ROCKS LIKE CRAZY =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the rest was not very nice but still watchable, besides one of them. Suffered while walking under the rain to Perry Primary School&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(THANKS ALOT EUNICE SEOW. HMPH &gt;:( )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to meet Ms Ng Lai Mui and she still looks the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DIDN'T CHANGE ONE SINGLE BIT. NOT EVEN HER CLOTHES COMBINATION AND SHOES EH =D AND SHE SAYS IM NICE AND SHE LIKES ME!!! WOOHOO!!!!!!! =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ate nuggetsssssssssssssss!!!! =P  walked like crazy women under the drizzle all the way to Koven.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BEST.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sat cab there and ran all the way to the staff room and be Santa Claus. Managed to give my teachers their presents! =)  Went to Heartland Mall and then homed with Sarah Chang =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh crap. I'm having a really bad headache right now and I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FREEZING COLD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;VERY WARM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think I'm getting sick. Double crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Patch things up huh...yeah sure. But how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115701882435342700?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115701882435342700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115701882435342700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115701882435342700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115701882435342700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-shall-let-pictures-do-talking-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115693893903825113</id><published>2006-08-30T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T04:55:39.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tired of all the mixed emotions I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tired of the situation I'm in now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tired of smiling when I'm not happy.                           At all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tired of pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tired of having so much to say but having so little time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tired of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tired of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tired of...myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Where were You when I needed You most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115693893903825113?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115693893903825113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115693893903825113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115693893903825113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115693893903825113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115693846089889980</id><published>2006-08-30T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T04:47:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Horrible day today. Spilled the cup of water &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt; times and water was &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ALL OVER&lt;/span&gt; my table. The weather was &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;PER &lt;/span&gt;warm today. The class was &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; noisy. I was &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; irritated. But the smell of roses makes me feel glad once again =)  Had a great time laughing all my troubles away with Joyce Teo Min Jia. Gosh, she is &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; nice to laugh with eh =D &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;JOYCE TEO!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;  Waited for 2hrs 15min for the stupid photo-taking. I thought we were late and we ran like crazy. In the end, we still had to wait for 30min before we could even take 2 photos. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;WASTE MY TIME&lt;/span&gt; &gt;:(   Gonna go back to primary school tomorrow to pass my teachers &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;PRESENTS!!!!&lt;/span&gt; =D  I really miss the life I had when I was primary 1 and 2....free from troubles and worries. Life was so great then. Oh well, the past is the past =)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;AND I THINK 1B2 06' ROCKS MY SOCKS, SHOES, HAIR AND BEARS I TELL YOU. I DON'T WANT US TO SEPERATE NEXT YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =(  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm hurting so badly inside. I need someone to be here. I wanna cry. Cry all my troubles away. Cry till everything is back to normal. But, can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115693846089889980?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115693846089889980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115693846089889980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115693846089889980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115693846089889980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/08/horrible-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115641126485955758</id><published>2006-08-24T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T02:21:04.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Physical today was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;H-O-R-R-I-B-L-E.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;We were late.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So we had to do 50 pumpings, 12 suicides, running up and down twice and 30 of some kind of squating-and-then-stand-up-again-but-you have-to-hold-hands thing. It may sound little...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BUT IT'S DAMN TIRING PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sweated like some crazy animal. I really pity the netballers =( The blister on my thumb is getting worser and worser. Crap. Its my first time getting one so I didn't know how pain it is &gt;:( humph. I don't like guzheng laaaaaaaaaa...I have a feeling my group's gonna screw up for tomorrow's play cause we only practised once. And it was not even done properly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I can see my marks being flushed down the toilet bowl &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am very smelly so I'm gonna bathe now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BYE BYE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Orange &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115641126485955758?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115641126485955758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115641126485955758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115641126485955758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115641126485955758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/08/physical-today-was-h-o-r-r-i-b-l-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115623470120748141</id><published>2006-08-22T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T01:20:00.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mission failed cause Nemo got eaten by my partner before I even manage to pluck its fins out =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tears are salty water coming out from the eye glands. Why isn't it bitter? Sometimes, I really wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So much to say, So little time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;My cookies are delicious &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I think yellow coloured paper rocks my socks and shoes and hair and bears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yes. It's You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I HAVEN'T RECEIVE MY MATHS PAPER. Gan chiong feeling haven't over. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;People who are failing are not crying. People who are passing with flying colours are crying. And the reason is not because they are too happy. It's because they are dissapointed. Seriously, what is wrong with this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THIS POST SO RANDOM LEHHHHH =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115623470120748141?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115623470120748141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115623470120748141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115623470120748141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115623470120748141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-mission-failed-cause-nemo-got-eaten.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115614907229211573</id><published>2006-08-21T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T01:36:28.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top" height="60"&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:11pt;color:#ee0000;" align="middle" colspan="2"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Your super-secret codename is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LAC HER&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="center" height="60"&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:11pt;color:#ee0000;" align="middle" colspan="2"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Your mission is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find Nemo and kill him&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" align="middle" colspan="3"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=127"&gt;'What" is your codename and mission?'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHA. I'M GONNA HAVE TO KILL NEMO. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA. under the sea...under the sea! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115614907229211573?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115614907229211573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115614907229211573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115614907229211573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115614907229211573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/08/your-super-secret-codename-is-lac.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115588944943608461</id><published>2006-08-18T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T01:24:09.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No one today can avoid asking this question; What is the meaning of life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We look for it everywhere: In books, in sports, in love, in drugs, and in fame and fortune. We compare ourselves to others and find it doesn't matter how high we climb among our peers. We collect material assets and always want more. We may even climb spiritual ladders without finding the answer, because we are asking the wrong question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's not a question of what life means to US; it's all about what WE mean to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;King Solomon, who was granted unsurpassed wisdom by God, lamented after years of experimentation: "I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind" (Ecclesiastes 1:14). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Solomon concludes, in Ecclesiastes 12:13, "Now all has been heard; here is the conclusion of the matter: Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of man." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The Bible tells us that all of creation revolves around God's will. He created the heavens and the earth and He created each of us. We reside in a universe that to us seems bounded by time and space, but which to God is totally accessible. All of the Bible either lays the groundwork for our worship of God and our salvation through Jesus Christ or details how we are to respond to Christ's sacrifice on the cross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So the meaning of life becomes: How do we get in that game? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;For the unbeliever, it can start with a simple, honest prayer: "God, if you are there, please help me. I don't know what to believe. I'm not happy with my life and the things I've achieved. Please help me have the faith to start walking with you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God, in His faithfulness, will use even this tiny overture to begin working in our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jesus himself said in Matthew 17:20, "…I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, "Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.'" Once we have decided to pursue God, there are many tools that will help us. We may read and interpret His word in Scripture. We may pray for His continued guidance. We may try to do His work in our daily lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As we lift up our circumstances - good and bad - to God in prayer, we will find things improving. Some problems God will simply take away from us - anxieties about things we cannot control, desires for things we should not want (addictions) are good examples. Some things God will send back for us to work on - broken relationships where we are partly at fault, missions God has given us that we have tried to ignore. Some things God will fix - healing sickness, removing evil influences from our lives, redirecting us away from situations we thought we would never resolve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The more we listen to God, the better we will know His voice. We can get plenty of practice by reading scripture and paying special attention to those passages we don't understand - or don't like. These passages offer huge signposts to the areas of our lives that are not in accordance with God's will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sooner or later, we will be moved by Scripture and prayer to give our lives to Jesus, who died to redeem us from our sins and to allow us to approach God clothed in Christ's righteousness. With our acceptance of Jesus, we also receive the Holy Spirit, which will gradually help us become more like Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;During this lifelong process of sanctification, we find our sins gradually being replaced by what the Apostle Paul calls the "fruit of the spirit." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law" (Galatians 5:22-23). Equipped with these gifts, we are ready to pursue the purpose God has planned for us since before we were born. This purpose will be different for each person, but will result in two common goals: Glorifying God the creator and helping to build His kingdom on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What more could we ask for the meaning of life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think this is so wonderful =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115588944943608461?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115588944943608461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115588944943608461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115588944943608461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115588944943608461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-one-today-can-avoid-asking-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115588910168964686</id><published>2006-08-18T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T01:18:21.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;COMMON TESTS ARE OOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and now I have to start preparing for the marks I'm gonna get. shit. bad feeling comes and go. and then it comes again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CRAP.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;received geog and I was so pissed with myself that i teared.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL PLEASE!!!! 7 MARKS!!! I COULD HAVE GOTTEN 7 MARKS MORE LEHHHH!!!!! JUST BECAUSE OF SOME STUPID CARELESS MISTAKES AND JUST BECAUSE OF MY BAD MEMORY, I. LOST. 7. MARKS. #$%^&amp;*%$@#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but someone wonderful cheered me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LOADS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;=D you know who you are =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I WANNA THANK YOU A MILLION TIMES FOR ALWAYS MAKING MY DAYS FEEL BETTER!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;=D  received my history too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;B-A-D. I DEPROVED WHEN I WAS SUPPOSED TO IMPROVE. SHIT. then, received my chinese paper, AND I WANNA JUMP FOR JOY, HAPPINESS, PROSPERITY AND PROGRESS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(okay. it doesn't really link, but, heck.)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'VE GOT THE MARKS I WANTED TO GET!!!!!! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;in fact, everyone got what they've wanted. well, maybe not everyone, but those around me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LETS ALL PRAISE THE LORD!!!!!!!!!!!! =D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115588910168964686?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115588910168964686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115588910168964686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115588910168964686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115588910168964686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/08/common-tests-are-ooooooooooovvvvvvvvvv.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115563135217573703</id><published>2006-08-15T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T01:45:31.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PLANET SHAKERS ROCKS LIKE SOME CRAZY PIECE OF CLOUD THAT I WOULD WHINE FOR 297219749274846483629 YEARS IF I DIDN'T GO =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gosh. It was really meaningful =) and i enjoyed every, single minute of it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;IT'S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WORTH BETTER THAN SOP.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and the ticket is only $4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yes yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;IT'S GREAT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;met sharmaine and my cousin and his friends at orange julius cause&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;asked me to meet her there so she could pass me the tickets and we waited for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DAMN LONG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SOMEONE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;said she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DIDN'T KNOW WHERE ORANGE JULIUS IS. OMGJKHDUIWEBDJKWBDKBXKBEK.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everyone almost died on the spot. so we walk like we were late for some kind of meeting all the way to Hall 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-___- went in, and the place was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NICE =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;used white chalk or crayon or something to draw on my arms and face.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHARMAINE, YOUR WRITING FAIL LA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;write on my hand until like what like that -___- okay. was right in the front and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;IT WAS VERY, VERY, VERY FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the songs they sang were great =) after the concert went out and then i realised i forgot to buy the cd. okay. so we walked all the way back and then met the rest of my cousins and then went together to queue for the cd. went back to my cousin's house for a gathering and then went home =D shall upload the photos some other time =) okay, got back my history today and i was doing okay till i found out that my group failed for the project cause we handed one week late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BECAUSE THE PROJECT WAS KEPT UNDER SOMEONE'S TABLE SINCE ALOT OF WEEKS AGO AND NO ONE BOTHERED TO HAND IT IN.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so I dropped 2 grades.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WHEN I WAS SUPPOSED TO DO EXTREMELY WELL FOR THIS TERM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115563135217573703?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115563135217573703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115563135217573703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115563135217573703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115563135217573703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/08/planet-shakers-rocks-like-some-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115500913381700477</id><published>2006-08-07T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:52:13.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;GOSH. SOMEONE JUST ADDED ME ON MSN AND HE IS A 33 YEARS OLD MALE?! OMGKQDHWUIHNDJKWQK.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;and I thought he was my cousin -___- shit. what if...that guy's a pervert?! what if...that guy's a crazy man?! what if...that guy's a cheater?! okay. i think its better that I delete him off my contacts and block him as well. safe now. no more 'what if's  =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Shall blog about the SOP on Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE PLACE IS SO VERY, NICE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I bought a $50 ticket and in the end my cousin, who bought a $25 ticket, sat right infront, and me and sharm was all the way at the last row -___-&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CHEAT MY MONEY!!!!!!!! &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;the opening was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SO BORING.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;the cello player looks like she was giving birth?! yes, sharmaine said that. but seriously, she looks more like she took estacy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SHE WAS VIBRATING AND SHAKING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;okay. the harp was absolutely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;EXCELLENT!!! =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;enjoyed every second of it. the choir was abit out...cause they were making me feel even more colder than I was already am. so, boo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BAND'S NEXT. SHARON WAS IN THE CENTRE AND I COULD SEE HER SO CLEARLY!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;she looked reluctant to play though =(  saw half of Rachel's head and I couldn't spot melanie =D  melanie ah, next time you should stand right at the top of the riser so I can spot you la huh. I regretted not buying flowers for the girls =( okay. guzheng was okay. very loud and magestic =)  the ending was nice and we did the PL cheer!!! it was already 10.30pm when the concert ended. my cousins and I went back to the gathering =) the end! oh, and I wanna suggest that the Singapore Concert Hall's toilet doors should be change cause it's making &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HELL LOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;of noise whenever you open or close the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Wanted to blog about today's Natinal Day Parade in school but now I think I should not cause there is nothing much to blog about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;So, bye bye =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115500913381700477?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115500913381700477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115500913381700477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115500913381700477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115500913381700477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/08/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115493847597432015</id><published>2006-08-07T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T01:16:05.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Then, I heard those 2 piercing words, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done? Oh, Father God, why do I have to let him go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;This hurts so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I cried, I spent days and I've made the decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;To &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;God has been telling me something. He's been telling me to let you go. I don't want to, but I have to obey Him. May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the Lord make His face to shine upon you and give you His peace. And may you always love Jesus more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"You should never have any regrets with him. You loved him. Face it, you always will. Now go on with your life. God is near to the brokenhearted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yes, these words helped me moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I just so happen think that being near God is a wonderfully safe place to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115493847597432015?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115493847597432015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115493847597432015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115493847597432015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115493847597432015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/08/then-i-heard-those-2-piercing-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115468174753846127</id><published>2006-08-04T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T01:57:10.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;In a soap bubble, lightly floating towards infinity. This is where I would like to be, so I wouldn't be bound to hear a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;To lose myself into oblivion and to avoid regretting a fading past that, with all my being, I'd like to be my present and future. It would almost be funny if it didn't hurt so much, don't you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I miss you and I cannot tell you. Worse of all, I cannot tell myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Why shouldn't I feel these emotions? Solitude makes me feel a deaf pain that not even the things in my past can sooth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And whenever other feelings arise, like range, I cannot find peace and I ask myself why &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;, why &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;this way&lt;/span&gt;, why &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;If only I could convince myself that I was reasonable. If only I could silence the doubts that crowd my mind. If only, for one more time, I could hear you say those &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115468174753846127?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115468174753846127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115468174753846127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115468174753846127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115468174753846127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-soap-bubble-lightly-floating.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115467974460885724</id><published>2006-08-04T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T01:22:24.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My right arm is aching so horribly cause of I-don't-know-what reason. I think the lead in my hand is causing it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;MUST BE. SHARON, SEE LA. THROW LA THROW LA. SEE WHAT HAPPEN.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think I should stop blogging now. okay. so, bye bye =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Note to self: Buy Mr Kim mints for teacher's day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115467974460885724?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115467974460885724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115467974460885724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115467974460885724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115467974460885724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-right-arm-is-aching-so-horribly.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115442095520279678</id><published>2006-08-01T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T01:29:15.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No, nothing will happen now but all these would not have happened before if you've learnt to let go of the past earlier. You didn't tell me you didn't know what was going on. I thought I was the one who was supposed to be the one not knowing? I don't know. It's just plain confusing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, you are suspecting somebody has been spreading? Well, that doesn't really matter I guess cause this is between you and me. They wanna know about it, let them know for all I care cause its none of my business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You and me said we didn't wanna care. You and me said we've had enough. If this is so, what more can I say? In fact, you were the one who said we should be like this if its better for us this way. You tell me what else I can say besides 'Its over". I really wanna know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115442095520279678?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115442095520279678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115442095520279678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115442095520279678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115442095520279678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-nothing-will-happen-now-but-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115442000481734899</id><published>2006-08-01T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T01:17:10.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today kinda sucked. No. Not kinda. It did sucked. Early morning got scolded cause i had to go school early for physical. and then it reminded my dad about my cca, and then reminded him about me staying back till so late and then reminded him that I have no time to study cause tests are coming up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BEST.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so, he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PURPOSELY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;went to the route to my school, and i thought he was gonna fetch me first. but instead he went to my sister's school and then back again. Guess what he said?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I PURPOSELY WANNA MAKE YOU REACH SCHOOL AT 7.15&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and heck, I did reach school at 7.15.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I THINK HE IS PURE EVIL. I SO HATE HIM. YES, I HATE HIM SO MUCH SO THAT I'D RATHER DIE THAN TO SEE HIS FACE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was filled with hatred when i was in the car man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was crying inside but tears just didn't drop till I reached 1b2. I was hurting so badly let me tell you. My own father? Purposely drive to a route which he knows that I know very well that leads to my school but instead made another round just because he wanted me to give physical a miss? &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL.&lt;/span&gt; He doesn't understand how I feel. But thanks to my dear friends, I managed to stop myself from flooding my classroom =) Thank you Sharon, you were oh, so sweet!!! Thank you Nadine, you were great!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I LOVE YOU TWO!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;=D and gosh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; SHARON LOOKS SO, SO, SO, SO CUTE IN BAND UNIFORM!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she looks like a japanese schoolgirl leh. so cute!!!! =D okay. I just made my own omellete!!! Say 10 cheers cause my cooking is very good, considering that I don't even know how to cook maggie mee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shit. I have a feeling he told mrs han that I'm gonna quit =((&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HELL NO. I'M NOT GONNA QUIT MAN. NO WAY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm gonna quarrel with him till he agrees to let me stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Till then, I'm not talking to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115442000481734899?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115442000481734899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115442000481734899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115442000481734899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115442000481734899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-kinda-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115407703975096316</id><published>2006-07-28T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T01:57:19.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes. We've never understood each other. Well, don't be sorry cause its not your fault that you don't understand. You know what? It hurts real bad to know that a close friend like you don't even know how to trust me. I don't know what I did that cause us to be like this. Now, everyone is starting to realise what's happening to you and me. They ask me why, and I can't answer them cause I myself don't even know what exactly went wrong. Yes I admit I lied to you a couple of times. For that, I'm sorry. But its all over. Why don't you learn how to let go of the past? I hope you will not let our personal matter affect our group work. Whatever it is, there is one thing I wanna let you know and that is, I've never regretted having such a friend like you. I wish you all the best in everything you do. Goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thought I knew you when I actually didn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115407703975096316?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115407703975096316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115407703975096316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115407703975096316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115407703975096316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/07/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115407440288694573</id><published>2006-07-28T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T01:13:22.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I slept during maths. yes. ms chew gave us 10min to sleep and the minute i put my head down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I FELL ASLEEP.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;gosh. i was very, very,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ULTRA SLEEPY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;okay. everything went fine. and i got the sports colours award!! yay =D was spending literature period with this one girl cause mrs ramesh isn't here. yes. and we were happily listening to music and talking at first but i said something wrong and now she's not happy.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; crap. I hate myself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm sorry. I shouldn't even have said that. It spoiled your day and now, it's spoiling my day. I didn't know if what I said is true now, but I know it was some time ago. Please don't be upset. I've regretted telling you that. I'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115407440288694573?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115407440288694573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115407440288694573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115407440288694573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115407440288694573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-slept-during-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115390557307115148</id><published>2006-07-26T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:19:33.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;=D  okay. end of post. have a nice day. bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yay. ends with the colour&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dear Lord Jesus, I pray that you will be with Sharon and may you heal her with your healing hands so that she will be well enough to come to school tomorrow! In Jesus most precious name, Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jealousy. Sucks big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115390557307115148?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115390557307115148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115390557307115148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115390557307115148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115390557307115148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/07/marshmallows-makes-my-day-d-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115381401349050359</id><published>2006-07-25T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:53:33.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was super early when i reached school today cause i didn't want to be late for physical. yes. first time. then, i went up to class and i realised that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I FORGOT TO DO MY SCIENCE WORKSHEET AND THE IT IS VERY IRRITAING CAUSE IT KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPS OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNN ASKING THE SAME QUESTION OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so i did it and when i finished, i looked at my watch,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I WAS LATE FOR PHYSICAL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and the purpose of having to go for physical today cause i was late last week. and today i'm still late. ha. ha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;GILLIAN, I'M GONNA SNAP YOUR RUBBERBAND ON THURSDAY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;snip, snip, piak! piak! ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!! =D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;You don't trust me? Fine, whatever. I don't really care now. I've had enough. You don't understand why I'm doing this so please don't think I'm lying to you or anything. I've been tolerating you for quite some time over this matter. I don't care what she did to you cause that's already the past. People do make mistakes. I hope you understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115381401349050359?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115381401349050359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115381401349050359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115381401349050359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115381401349050359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-was-super-early-when-i-reached.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115347000194049196</id><published>2006-07-21T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T01:20:01.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;With encouragements from my beloved friends,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;THE RACHEL IS BACK!!!!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;yes yes. and i just found out something really, really bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I CAN'T TOUCH STATIONARIES.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;cause everytime i touch, i will hurt myself. and its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;hand.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ALWAYS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i had one on my middle finger because my scissors kiaped it, another one on the back of my hand caused my Sharon Lam, one on my nose cause i hit the cubboard and finally, another one on my thumb caused by the scissors again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ZHIYING LA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;she said my scissors very sharp then it cut her finger. then i didn't believe her, so i tried, i pressed my finger on the blade, and slide across. yes. i know all of you out there are worrying for me x) no worries!! its okay now though i still can see the flesh of my thumb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;today was okay. had physical in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;VERY BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; bee flew across my face, 2cm away from my nose. my partner complains that she wanted to shit so I followed her. Went back to class and had lessons. History was boring...as usual. Had recess, went back to class for chinese. Even more boring, as usual. But played 'Bingo!' to past time with my partner. Had IT lessons after that. Played hangman with quek. Started to think of some stuff. Was very distracted. Sharon could see it, as usual.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;)  Just found out her way of making me smile is by tugging my sleeves. Managed to smile a little though. Went back up to class and had maths. Almost fell asleep, as usual. After maths was lunch. Reluctant to fly to the canteen early cause I knew sharon would write a note to me, as usual (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;) Sure enough, she passed the note to me. Flew downstairs to meet Poon Zhiying. Ate a little, went back to class. Had Lit after that. Was clueless about what we were supposed to do. I realise one very important thing that would affect my future.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MY VOCAB IS H-O-R-R-I-B-L-E.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Went home with Melanie. Here I am, using my finger energy to type. To conserve energy, I've decided to stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I love how I blog today. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But before I leave, I have something to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;say; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;On behalf of my germs, (ew. it sounds sick.) I want to say a very big sorry to Sharon. Sharon ah Sharon....take extra care laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...I told you if you are sick you would get it from me right. But I thought it will never happen. See la. Now like that. Now still not too bad...if it becomes worser and worserrrrrrrr....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;YOU WILL DEFINITELY GET IT. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115347000194049196?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115347000194049196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115347000194049196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115347000194049196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115347000194049196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/07/with-encouragements-from-my-beloved.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115329484342700171</id><published>2006-07-19T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T00:40:43.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm tired. Really tired. I am sick of what's happening. I just wanna drop, faint, and dissapear from the world. Friends around me are quarraling. I hate it. Friends around me are crying. I hate it. I don't wanna do this anymore...I'm done with everything. I don't wanna care anymore. I'm gonna study and do nothing else. Yes. This is it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115329484342700171?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115329484342700171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115329484342700171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115329484342700171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115329484342700171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115321008409150232</id><published>2006-07-18T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T00:24:57.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's hard for me to be there for you cause you don't even wanna tell me what you feel about things...you may not want to tell me cause you are afraid I would tell anyone about what you said...No. please don't think that way. Whatever she told you, I don't really care about that now cause I think she is doing something very wrong and you don't even realise it. You've been her friend for quite long...and yet you can't even see what kind of person she is? I am dissapointed. I wanted to tell you...but I knew you wouldn't believe me cause I only knew you for less than a year and her? definitely much more than this. Well, as time passes, I really hope you would realise. Don't get angry when you read this, cause I'm helping you. I don't want you to get hurt when she does the same thing to you. She already did it to me. And it hurts real bad to think that she was all along the person who actually caused those things to happen. But I'm really hoping what I know about what she had done is wrong...Good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115321008409150232?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115321008409150232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115321008409150232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115321008409150232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115321008409150232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-hard-for-me-to-be-there-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115320850920176036</id><published>2006-07-18T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:41:49.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the pencil mark still haven go away!!! crap. I have a feeling the lead is stuck in there -.-"  some kinda misunderstanding happened in class today. I shan't elaborate =) almost got caught for throwing notes my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MRS KUMA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh gosh. she was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;scary. and luckily sharon said she threw geog notes =D  great answer sharon!! hahahhahaa..almost fainted due to the heat that is caused by the big, hot, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; ball. yes. the sun. I can't wait for the concert cause I will be able to see sharon lam and rachel tan perform. heh =D well, this is a very random post cause there is nothing for me to blog about today. (yes sharon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I KNOW THE MEANING OF RANDOM ALREADY.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; okay. i'm gonna bounce to the toilet to bathe now, so bye bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;it was all a big, big misunderstanding.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115320850920176036?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115320850920176036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115320850920176036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115320850920176036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115320850920176036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/07/pencil-mark-still-haven-go-away-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115312357848683253</id><published>2006-07-17T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T01:06:18.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Story of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Searching for the right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But it keeps avoiding me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sorrow in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cause it seems that wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Really loves my company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He's more than a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And this is more than love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The reason that the sky is blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But clouds are rolling in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Because I'm gone again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And to him I just can't be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And it kills him inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To know that I am happy with some other guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I can see him dyingI don't wanna do this anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Everytime I walk out the doorI see him die a little more inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't wanna take away his life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't wanna be...A murderer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I feel it in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;As I'm doing my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Preparing for another date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A kiss upon my cheek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;As he reluctantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Asks if I'm gonna be out late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I say I won't be long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just hanging with the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A lie I didn't have to tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Because we both know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Where I'm about to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And we know it very well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cause I know that he knows I'm unfaithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And it kills him inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To know that I am happy with some other guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I can see him dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Everytime I walk out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I see him die a little more inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't wanna take away his life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't wanna be...A murderer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Our love, his trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I might as well take a gun and put it to his head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Get it over with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't wanna do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And everytime I walk out the doorI see him die a little more inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I don't wanna hurt him anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't wanna take away his life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't wanna be...A murderer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;rihanna-unfaithful&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115312357848683253?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115312357848683253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115312357848683253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115312357848683253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115312357848683253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/07/story-of-my-lifesearching-for-rightbut.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115312292829724347</id><published>2006-07-17T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T00:55:28.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; short and a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; funny and a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sugar-high day and guess what i found out?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ZHIYING FINDS IT ITCHY WHEN PEOPLE TOUCHES HER. ESPECIALLY WHEN SHE SITS DOWN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so everyone, if you are curious, you can go and try =) I am very sure you will enjoy it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;. hahahaahahahahah. its pretty funny when you see her go all squiggly!! =D and sharon's aiming is very good leh. she wanted to throw the pencil onto my partner's table and in the end wanna know hit where?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;HIT MY HAND AND IT CAUSE MY HAND TO HAVE A HOLE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yes. a hole. but suprisingly, there is no blood flowing out =D until now, there is still a pencil mark. I don't know if the lead went in or something cause i washed so hard but the mark is still there =( what if the lead goes into my bloodstream, and then to my heart, and then i die how?????&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;OH MY GOSH. SERIOUS CASE LEH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;if so, sharrrrrrooooonnnn, you are gonna be so dead xP but she said sorry alot of times, so i guess she will be forgiven =)) oh and i think Rihanna's 'Unfaithful' is very nice! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let me be the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Telling you it's alright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sharing the smiles and tears you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For all of the strength you need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You can come to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let me be the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yes I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115312292829724347?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115312292829724347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115312292829724347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115312292829724347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115312292829724347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/07/todays-very-short-and-very-funny-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115286348473286814</id><published>2006-07-14T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T00:39:50.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am sorry. I AM SORRY OKAY?! you are sick of this? I think i am sick of this too. I've had enough. All I wanted to do was just to make you smile...once. Once and it turned out like that. But why did it have to turn out this way? I was just joking about not talking to you because I thought that you would smile and try to make me not angry like you used to...but I guess you misunderstood me. I'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't want this to continue. Really. Everyday I've been laughing, I've been smiling...I'm tired. I'm tired of trying to be happy when I am not. I'm sick of this life. I've always wanted to be the girl that I used to be...happy and free from troubles everyday. Look what I've become now. Crying every night and trying to smile in school when I am actually crying and screaming inside. But somehow, someone made me realise that I have to learn to be strong. And that someone is you. I wanted to be there whenever you feel troubled. But I'm scared you see. I'm scared you would feel even worse. You are different&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;from the rest. I don't know...you are just well, different. Different in a special way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you are talking to me in your blog, then I'm sorry...I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry if I didn't know why you were not okay. I'm sorry if I couldn't see the truth. I'm just, well, dumb enough not to realise that okay? I'm sorry. I know you are feeling terrible. I am too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can we be like the previous times again? Playing 'bang!' and laughing and being crazy all day? I want this to stop. Please? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115286348473286814?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115286348473286814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115286348473286814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115286348473286814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115286348473286814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115279008169047729</id><published>2006-07-13T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T04:28:01.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I HAD A TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE EXPERIANCE DURING TRAINING TODAY. ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I think I can say this is the worst training of all so far during these 5 years. My lessons ended at 2.20pm. I didn't have lunch so which means I will have lunch before I go for training otherwise we all will faint from hunger right. we didn't have a proper lunch also la. we just bought sushi and Old Chang Kee and went off to take bus already lor. then we reached primary school at 3.35pm. so when we stepped in mr kim told us to each take a paper, not to talk among ourselves, answer the questions on the board and stand away from each other. The first question was what time we ended our lessons. 2.20pm. The second one, what was the possible time we were able to reach there. 3.15pm. Third one, what time did we reach. 3.35pm. The last one we were supposed to write in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;DETAILS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;on what we did or what happen during that period of time from our school to primary school.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yes we were late and we are sorry, but we were not late because of fun, we were late because we had to eat lunch before we even have to look at your face and pay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;FULL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;attention to you right. at least thats a valid reason lor. and guess what he said? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;WE COULD HAVE SKIPPED LUNCH AND GO THERE STRAIGHT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;this is torture or torture you tell me. please eh. walao! I was seriously very,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;VERY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;pissed off with what he said just now &gt;:(   we cannot talk during the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;WHOLE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;of training eh. if he catches us, we are out of the room -.-" and he wants those who were late, which including me, to be fired in public as in the whole school.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;WALAO.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;he everything also wanna complain to the principle, vice principle or miss gan leh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;EVERYHTING LEH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I am so tired now,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;AND TOMORROW GOT PHYSICAL. SHIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl, what's wrong with you? You are not yourself lately...Everyone noticed that...I know its regarding your family and all...Yes, its hard not to be like that. But you can talk to one of us...we are here for you. Cheer up alright? I want you to be your cute, crazy, blur self again. I miss that you. I am getting really worried for you...I guess everyone is too...please, promise me that you will be your old self again. Okay? Oh, and you owe me a hundred smiles =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115279008169047729?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115279008169047729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115279008169047729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115279008169047729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115279008169047729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-think-i-can-say-this-is-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115269585700471975</id><published>2006-07-12T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:17:37.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sharon Lam Hui Min wants me to post but I don't know what to post about today cause there is nothing much for me worth posting about today. Anyway, I will try. So, here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Good Afternoon everyone, have you had a nice day? Oh yes I have had a nice day. I hope you do too. What did all of you do in school today? Well, incase you ask, I studied and I injured my finger during art, and I made fruit cake during home econs and its very yummy. If you want to try it, too bad. Cause its all gone. And did I have fun while making the cake? Yes I did. What about my finger huh? Yes. It bleed. But its internal bleeding. I know it sounds painful cause&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;IT WAS VERY PAINFUL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know you all out there a crying your hearts out for me now. Aww, don't cry. Cause its just a small part of my finger that I injured. Don't need to cry over this small little thing. Its not nice. No, I did not cry cause its very small though&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;IT WAS VERY PAIN.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And because Sharon was there, and she kept asking me if I was okay and I said I was okay though I was screaming my lungs out inside.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;CAUSE IT WAS VERY VERY PAIN.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But Sharon, don't get upset cause I lied to you. I didn't want you to keep thinking I was not okay thats why I did that. I hope you are not angry. But I think you will not be angry. Anyway, nothing much after that incident cause I was thinking about...Yes. About him again. I was reflecting about what was said during chapel this morning. Though the thinking didn't have alot to do with the topic talked about, but still, I thought about it. Okay, its starting to make my eyes sting cause I am thinking about what I thought about just now and the song playing now makes my eyes sting. Hope you've enjoyed reading this. May all of you have a nice day though more than half of it is gone. see you soon. Bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;HEH =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There you go, Sharon Lam. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115269585700471975?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115269585700471975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115269585700471975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115269585700471975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115269585700471975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/07/sharon-lam-hui-min-wants-me-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115260853924868920</id><published>2006-07-11T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T02:06:21.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Saw a doctor and I have to eat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;HELLLOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;of mdeicines. i was happy at first cause the pills were very, very small. but when I took it for the first time, once you put the medicine in your mouth,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;THE TASTE JUST OVERFLOW AND IT MAKES YOU WANNA THROW UP.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;best. make me happy for nothing. best eh. humph. i wanted to thank the doctor a million times, but now, I am having second thoughts. &gt;:( Had Lit talk yesterday and Sharon was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;OH, SO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sweet =) we were in the e-hall and the aircon was on and it was freezing cold. she saw me rubbing my legs and she asked me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"You cold ah?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i was like nodding my head..and guess what she did after 10sec? she opened her Lit textbook and cover my hands so that i will be warm eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;SO SWEET PLEASE! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and then she heard me sniffing, then she went asking around for tissue without me knowing and she handed me the tissue, and then i asked her what was it for and she said for my nose.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;MY GOSH. SO SWEET EH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I guess this is what i call a good friend =))  Thanks sharon! you are the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and I love you!! =D thanks for being there for me always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;YOU GO GIRL!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Had health check today. it was...well, bad in a good way. had good results but bad experiance. don't ask why.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;AND MY NOSE IS ALL RED NOW CAUSE I KNOCKED MYSELF ON THE CUPBOARD YESTERDAY NIGHT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yes. everyone, laugh. I know laaaaaaaa...very funny laaaaaa..I very dumb laaaaaaaa...humph. pain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;LOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;. =( sharmaine didn't come today. so no crappying. I miss you sharmaine!!!! please be back tomorrow. I wanna see you sitting there with your face all sweaty early in the morning after your physical =D I guess thats all i have to say. have a nice day and bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One more last sentence: Sharon is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;, plays the guitar &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;, melts people with her &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;voice &lt;/span&gt;and is very, very &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt; =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115260853924868920?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115260853924868920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115260853924868920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115260853924868920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115260853924868920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/07/saw-doctor-and-i-have-to-eat-helllot.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115225511047213793</id><published>2006-07-06T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T00:10:03.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;MY COUGH AND FLU IS KILLING ME.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;AND I AM GONNA USE UP ALL OF THE KLEENEX -ES IN MY HOUSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115225511047213793?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115225511047213793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115225511047213793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115225511047213793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115225511047213793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-cough-and-flu-is-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115225141056185871</id><published>2006-07-06T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T22:50:10.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yesterday's morning sky was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;GREY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;. totally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;GREY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; i tell you. shall not blog about yesterday's rubbish cause all i did was laugh with my laughing partner, poon zhiying =D and today...well, i slept during chinese lesson. really slept.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THE TEACHER WAS BORING LIKE CRAZY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i think i will slowly die from it if the time table dont change soon. crap. but IT lessons made my day =)) mr quek didn't come!!! hooray, so we played around with the computers. yes. and the day just end with chew's lesson. The end. bye bye. Have a nice day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Girl, you've gotta be strong. Cry if you have to...We're here for you. Promise me, alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life's precious...really precious...I just made a list of those whom I love, and guess what? Someone who someone loves deeply is gone..forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Gosh..I don't know what to do or say...cause its really..well, I don't know...sad..yeah... I don't know how would I handle this if it was me...I don't know what will happen to myself if it was me..I don't know what will happen to my life after everything is setteled...oh gosh...I'm so uncertain about how long each of us will live...It's scary..very scary..I'm scared, i'm scared the same thing happens to me..I know it will one day..but, i just pray, pray that God will  give me the courage to face reality when the time comes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I think I wanna add more people to my list. Many many more. If I can even remember every single one though...=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115225141056185871?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115225141056185871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115225141056185871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115225141056185871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115225141056185871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterdays-morning-sky-was-grey.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115210270456568559</id><published>2006-07-05T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:48:26.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OH GOSH, I BETTER SAY ALL THE 'I LOVE YOU'S BEFORE ANYONE OR EVEN MYSELF DISSAPEAR. THIS IS THE LOVE DEDICATION BOARD. PEASE CHECK IF YOUR NAME IS THERE. IF IT'S NOT, PLEASE READ THE INFORMATION AT THE END OF THIS POST FOR MORE DETAILS. THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sharon&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;though i said it to you already...but still,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and I know you love me too cause you said so &gt;.&lt; Life's precious! Don't waste time and be depressed. I don't want to see eveyrone I love being depressed. A very unpleasant sight =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sharmaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and you better love me too cause i know you do =)) thanks for being my toilet partner and my crappy partner!! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Elizabeth Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you may not say it, but deep in your heart, you are shouting the 3 words to me! i know that!! heh =D thanks for being the pink-panther-gun-turn-around-bang!-bang! partner! and also my Zap! Zap! partner!! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seniors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All of you never fail to make trainings interesting and fun. though we are not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;close,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I STILL LOVE YOU!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zhiying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i love you!&lt;/span&gt; i decided to put your 'I Love You' in small letters and reduce one exclaimation mark each because you are so unappreciative. boo. thanks for listening to my stories just now. and thanks for being my laughing partner. full stop. bye bye. (i know you are doing that face now lor...and i know deep inside, you love me too! =D ) *&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;slap&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you forever love me one..I know =)) so there is nothing much to say. except, thanks for being there for me!! =)) *smootch*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;!!! I love the way you win whenever there is a fight or quarrel! hahahaha =D thank you for making me laugh. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AND DON'T DENY. I KNOW YOU LOVE ME TOO. ITS JUST THAT YOU TOO SHY TO SAY ONLY.&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i know all of you love me too. see you guys around and be sure to say 'I Love You' to me when you see me horrrrrrr...or I will gauge your eyeballs out!! muhahahahahaahha!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That special you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; I LOVE YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;there are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; LOADS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;of things I wanna say and thank you for but i guess i will just summarise it all in one looooonnngggg sentence. Thanks for being there for me, thanks for giving me the courage that i needed, thanks for the love you've given me, thanks for the sweetness you've given me, and fianlly,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THANKS FOR THE SWEET MEMORIES!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;=)) *&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gives you a million kisses&lt;/span&gt;* hope your statellite recieved it. heh =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ahmahs and gong gongs&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! Though one of you went away before I could even recognise the way you look, I wanna let you know that I love you =)) as for the rest, I wanna thank you all for taking care of me since I was young...I wanna thank you for bringing me to kindergarden everyday. I wanna thank you for taking care of me when i was sick. I wanna thank you for making the house danger-free for me when i was as small as I used to be...there are loads of things I wanna thank you all for...but i'm sure the list will go on forever..I wanna let you know that whatever happens to me or to you, I just wanna let all of you know that I love you...you will always be in my prayers =)) *&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A VERY VERY BIG HUG AND PLENTY OF KISSES&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Done. Anyone whom I've missed out, please tell me asap. I'm sorry if I've forgotten you cause now I am very gan chiong and I want to finish this as fast as I can. so, bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115210270456568559?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115210270456568559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115210270456568559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115210270456568559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115210270456568559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-gosh-i-better-say-all-i-love-yous.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115210085150630607</id><published>2006-07-05T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T05:00:51.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my mum is shouting at my new maid cause she dosen't undertsand simple english like: Last night you cook that vegetables. hahaahhaahhaahahha..I was laughing to myself when I heard my mum shouting. My maid cooked marcoroni with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;CORN SOUP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for dinner -.-"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;then my mum was angry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;at her. cause she told her many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;MANY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;times and all she can say is:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes mum. and then laugh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hahahahahahahaha..my mother always ask her:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You understand or not?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;then she will say:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes mum or Yes, I understand mum. and she laughs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nothing else. haahahahahahahah..super funny please!! and yesterday, my mum was on leave and she got so fed up with her la. haahahahahhaha..very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;VERY VERY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;funny!! cause my mum just told her don't put oyster sauce and after 5min, she walked out of the kitchen and ask my mother:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eh, mum? Need put sauce tilam?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hahahahahahahhaa..i dont know what is sauce tilam but I guess its oyster sauce. and guess what my mother said?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haiya! I tell you so many times already you always Yes, mum Yes mum...You go cook anything you want la! I don't care you already la! Put the whole bottle also can la!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I laughed like crazy please!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;LOL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and yesterday her porridge is stickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy like don't know what leh...you take one spoonful, turn it upside down, have to wait for 30sec before everything comes off the spoon. hahahahaahhah!!! my mum is so fed up now that she keeps talking to herself. hahahhahaahaahahahahahaahahahaahahahhahahahahahha. and she takes 2min to open the door -.-"  crap. my mummy is calling me to off the computer now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I guess she wants me to help her explain things to my maid =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115210085150630607?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115210085150630607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115210085150630607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115210085150630607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115210085150630607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/07/hahahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115209199641242334</id><published>2006-07-05T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T04:37:26.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Imagine you didn't tell the people who died who much you love them, how much you cared for them deep inside and didn't show it. These 3 words ' I Love You' will mean so, so much. The regret of not saying it would be so hard to handle. We just take it for granted that everyone wouldn't die so soon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I think this is so true. Well, I did do it a twice. I did say those 3 words. Once, it just turned out that I actually didn't love that person the way it was supposed to be. The other time, it became a joy of saying it and slowly, becoming a habit. But it ended so soon. Too soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p.s.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p.s.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115209199641242334?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115209199641242334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115209199641242334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115209199641242334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115209199641242334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/07/imagine-you-didnt-tell-people-who-died.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125722.post-115208758952769328</id><published>2006-07-05T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T04:40:18.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chapel session today was wonderful =)) "God didn't let things happen to us unless there is a purpose for it." i was thinking about it the whole day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;did He let me and you end up like this because there was a purpose for it? if yes, what is it? why don't I know the purpose till now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;today's home econs kinda sucked &gt;=( just because i dont know who oned the radio after bell rang, and then when teacher came in, she heard the music, which means the radio is on, which means, to her, that is rude -.-" whatever. she said we should look for her when she didn't appear in class after the bell ring. which means everytime the bell ring the next teacher have to pop in like that la. what rubbish eh. she may not have classes before this but other teachers also have right. and what do you expect us to do within 2min after the bell rings? run around the whole school looking for you and realise that you were actually on the way up to our classroom ah? please eh. so unreasonable. humph. spoiled my whole homecons-feeling for the whole of the home econs period la. we did almond cookies today. its not nice =( horrible. our dough so wet. crap. but the things turned out to be nicer then i expected to be =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AND CASSANDRA TSE KEEPS SAYING OURS VERY UGLY. VERY NICE LOR. YOU NEVER EVEN BAKE. HOW YOU KNOW YOURS WOULD TURN OUT SO NICE HUH?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;humph. walked home with sharon and kelly. sharon so shy -.-" haahhahaahhaahhaha...when i left, she didnt there to talk to kelly. sharon ah sharon, why so shy??? =)) cute eh!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I LOVE HER BELOW-NEAR-THE-NECK-HAIR. SO NICE TO PLUCK/PULL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heh =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p.s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I guess I'm not brave enough to deal with the fact that you are gone yet...I have always wanted to ask you a question from the start...Have you really loved me the way you were supposed to? Let me tell you something; I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16125722-115208758952769328?l=sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/feeds/115208758952769328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16125722&amp;postID=115208758952769328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115208758952769328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16125722/posts/default/115208758952769328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinegirlz.blogspot.com/2006/07/chapel-session-today-was-wonderful-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895193133631637922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
