<?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-11108668</id><updated>2011-06-25T17:08:47.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[lil sheep's diary]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-114018446410426709</id><published>2006-02-17T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T21:54:24.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CLICK &lt;a href="http://feigned-indifference.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's time to say goodbye to the lil sheep which said baa to give way to things less innocent. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-114018446410426709?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114018446410426709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=114018446410426709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/114018446410426709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/114018446410426709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/click-here-guess-its-time-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-114001643541997742</id><published>2006-02-15T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:13:55.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to all who made my valentines valentines.&lt;br /&gt;Really appreciate the small notes and chocolates. They may not be expensive, but...okay this sounds cliche but its the thought that counts huh (though I'm not sure if they were actually thinking of me; I didn't specifically think of people when I bought the  presents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;today's wednesday and it happens its SS common test.&lt;br /&gt;It was okay, but spent way too long on first question. I get carried away like that. It's a dangerous threat. Tomorrow I'm so going to have another dose of tired fingers. It's lit! Feelings. Emotions. Endless possiblilites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, cell,  ate lunch with Sherrie at the waffle/bubble tea place. I love the oreo shake! But I don't like the pearls =/&lt;br /&gt;I was actually already running late, it was 3:30 when I got to the bus stop. And I needed to reach Bukit Timah at four! Flagged a taxi, and then of all times he had to purposely drive the uber long, out of the way detoured route around sin ming ave. I wanted to grab him by the shoulders and tell him he'd better stop foolign around or I'd yell molest out of the window. GRR. So asked aunt marisa to get ready my change, was rehearsingthe sequence of events in my head alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get down, dump bag in room, grab clothes, put on sport shoes, take sling bag and get into the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;The poor pissed driver was like smoking impatiently outside the taxi taking in the fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like 3:45 by then. Zoomed all the way to Eng Neo Ave, u-turned round, dropped me and AM off, I ran to the toilet, changed, stuffed the cheque into the man's hand, grabbed the helmet, passed bag and uniform to AM, and took off flying on James.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-114001643541997742?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114001643541997742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=114001643541997742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/114001643541997742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/114001643541997742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/thanks-to-all-who-made-my-valentines.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113991678047691223</id><published>2006-02-14T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T19:33:00.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh, a happy valentines to all &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I kinda forgot about that when I posted earlier. Hm, it wasn't a very fruitful day but it was better than nothing. Studied most of Social Studies; it's practically a repeat of Secondary two stuff but more of a skimming the surface, brief broad coverage of the whole merger and separation. Literature: I'm at a lost. There's no characters to study so I just read through the whole act 1 again. Ha, Grandpa once said he read his literature book every Sunday though it was like greek to him and in the end he scored an A1. That's not bad at all. Except that Macbeth is actually managable and I do not have the luxury and excuse of saying that I don't understand a single word, therefore I am justified to merely read the book ver and over again as a type of 'studying'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I liked our mini shopping trip though. It's the little things like these which bond us. Knowing that the only thing we have in common is what...eating? Yeah xD And it's a good thing. I could use a good five kilograms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm going to be yet another braces kid in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somehow, it's in the trend, though if you think about it, kids really dreaded wearing those in the past. Now, its like more of a multi-coloured hairband you change every few weeks. I don't really know what possessed me to ask my mum about it, and actually, my dentist said a long time ago I could if I wanted, but it was never really neccisary so I never did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;A little late to start in Secondary three when everyone's taking theirs out now, but well Em just started so better be late than never I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;A little tired a little changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm changing, so is the rest of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doubts, plaging me every few seconds in the pounding clock of my head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Why am I here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113991678047691223?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113991678047691223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113991678047691223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113991678047691223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113991678047691223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines.html' title='valentines'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113987930729085859</id><published>2006-02-14T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T09:08:27.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I squashed the bird on Mr. Snowman's hand last night while reaching for my cup of water in the dark. And then I was just looking dazedly at it this morning and without thinking I just squished the whole thing. Yep, him, his son, the rake, the bird, the tree which looks like a stick and some bird shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constipation.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, yijing I'm not going to wait for you. I'm going to the toilet now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I would not go online today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's the only day when everyone else except plites will be in school. And everywhere will be so empty. And perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113987930729085859?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113987930729085859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113987930729085859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113987930729085859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113987930729085859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-squashed-bird-on-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113975251380553665</id><published>2006-02-12T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:24:21.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vday and such</title><content type='html'>I'm half proud half loathing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surmise of my weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow managed to survive Piano with lots of distractions. I like to distract my teacher xD And she's nice enough to listen to me la. I'll start talking about Malaysia and CNY and whatever and then it takes up more time(: Yeah I know. It's wasting money too, but I'm desperate at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then actually wasn't supposed to go for the 7000 basketball challenge thing but Aunt Elizabeth suddenly cancelled the writing thing. WHEE. I love basketball. okay okay admit I was lousy shot like only 15 shots in 3 hours how pathetic is that? But must take turns to shoot la. Only Charmaine nicole and jr were there. And of course like the whole pl group like vanessa siang ying they all. And monkey came - finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home, bathed and prepared for neighbour gathering thing at my house. Invited them all over. Tan family kids- wei wei cheerin cj yap family kids- wc, wy and wj. And of course GRACE(: She's old now la. Already 23! Ha. And she didn't let us celebrate her birthday because of some chinese custom saying that if your birthday's on the last day of CNY its inauspicious to celebrate. Like what the hell la. That's so sad. She's not allowed any cake, any celebrations whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was the usual inanimous splitting of the guys to one table and the usual girls minus cheerin who was coming later in another table. Food was okay, and I received two ang baos which were sort of comforting to the fact that what I'd earned was only 1/9th of some people's ang bao money.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we finally gathered at Dan's room to play koala bear. It's a tradition, though it's getting a bit boring, but we still love it nevertheless. And the heated debate on whether I or wc was the hunter including dares like kissing one parent (easy one- both won), lasting for as long as possible in toe tickling ( I'm not a tad ticklish down there but I just played along, ha and poor wc was so tortured and didn't last 2 seconds), funniest joke (don't know who) and scissors paper stone (okay I lost. 3 to 0). And the innocent is accused and wc gets away scot free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you're not so bad after all...in fact, I kind of like you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Man.I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;Played cards and number games after that and later Cheerin came and the yaps went home  and we played dead rami till 1am while our parents were sleeping and theirs were overseas.&lt;br /&gt;Today. Sunday.Bought presents for cell and school friends from NTUC. Just a packet of cheap chocolate and those plain white chopsticks you get from hawker centres at 20 for 3 bucks kind of thing (: My creative juices were already flowing. They really save me a lot of the bit I have.&lt;br /&gt;So went home, started being Artist Joyce, the Chopstick Painter.I really spent the whole morning and night painting them and I've already grown attached to them ): I don't want to give them away tomorrow at school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all unique and special. Just like everyone of us. I guess that's why God can't bear to see us go on to destruction in hell for our sins. He created us.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of them have themes for certain people. There's the abstract set- in purple, brown, black, pink, and black &amp; redBlack and red is so memiors of a geisha-ishThat's to cater to the likes of En Mei and co.Then there's the happy set- rainbow, bright, happy colours like purple, green, pink and yellow to keep everyone happyAnd then the cute/squarey/neat set- some squarish patterns, simple.And then the blended set- just a blend of everything together.&lt;br /&gt;Met Pei Shi at OJ, bought one and a half hotdogs.Finished it all by walking to hall 9.Service- my new favourite song is Salvation is Here.I just like it.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know my God saved the dayAnd I know his word never failsAnd I know my God will make a way for meIt's gonna be alrightSalvation is here.&lt;br /&gt;Had cell after, then went 711 to eat cup noodles and mash potato. Home. Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;And I have not studied for the triple tests next week.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- I will not go out.I will not be distracted.I will not blogI will not go onlineI will not watch televisionI will not on my hpI will not snackI will not take multiple breaksI will not make model snowmen from blue tac.(He's still there holding his rake in one hand and a bird in the other with Mr. Tree next to him and snowboy kid next to him. I don't dare to squish them)I will not answer any callsI will not call anyoneI will not forget these resolutionsI will not be tempted.I will STUDY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113975251380553665?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113975251380553665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113975251380553665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113975251380553665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113975251380553665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/vday-and-such.html' title='vday and such'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113957097269024983</id><published>2006-02-10T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T19:29:32.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Tons busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. Morning- Piano. I'm just cramming everything up today. 12:30 meet school for the 7000 basketball hoops thing church organised. Asked Monkey but don't know if she can come. Then got to rush off after that to go Aunt. Elizabeth's house to write articles about yellowstone park and the animals there or something. Come back evening, have to help mum with preparations for neighbour gathering which is at night. BLEAH. By the time I come home I'll be too exhausted to even talk to them la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then next week's common test week and Sunday there's church so I probably have to sleep at 2am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Seconday Three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like being the class maid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113957097269024983?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113957097269024983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113957097269024983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113957097269024983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113957097269024983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113956412469304130</id><published>2006-02-10T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T19:30:46.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vday's next week!&lt;br /&gt;Have to start making or buying presents now (:&lt;br /&gt;Nah, don't think anything la.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just giving my mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Something funny happened a few days ago. Some person smsed me saying to call somebody called deseree and see if I can do sat or sun and I assumed it was Mr chew the horseriding person cos I lost his number and maybe he wanted me to d a sat/sun lesson. So I actually called the number but it was busy. Then the person smsed back and said she wasn't mr chew and started smsing a string of weird things saying that I applied for an announcer job and I have a friend, judy who is also interested? and she said she was kelly so I thought she was some student but in the end she was this lady from a company -.-&lt;br /&gt;Turns out she typed the wrong number. Then she asked me if I wanted to do any jobs. Heh. Like performing or being an emcee. Which I will not do. So I introduced the pl cherubs to her(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She might be interested in us performing. Yay Mrs.L will be so proud of me for getting an accident contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, forgot to update on Prefects' Installation.&lt;br /&gt;Sec3s minus em sab jess were the extras as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the chair carriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After; walked past reception and saw siyi and ashley from SMPS. They look so smart wearing that St Margs green blazer. Gosh it's been ages la, forgot even how they sounded. And their tour guide was none other than sherrie who looked so smart in her blazer(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPA practical for Chem. Why is it that Mrs.C just has to walk by&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;at the moment when I'm doing something stupid and frown at me while taking down notes in her file?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113956412469304130?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113956412469304130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113956412469304130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113956412469304130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113956412469304130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/vdays-next-week-have-to-start-making.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113940725087469604</id><published>2006-02-08T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T17:49:28.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagg!</title><content type='html'>TAG REPLIES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fio- you smacked my face in school today you meanie.&lt;br /&gt;(look, your reply is so big and its the first.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xy- She wasn't! Haha. Just usual over-sensitive self(: Okay, agreed shall not buy any more copycat goods from M'sia. Lime market here I come. I am supporting sg economy lo, even now using singnet leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john- Doggie woggies sound so cute(: WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SONG! Now the silence is deafening. See even my friends miss it. But I'm still clueless about what to do :D hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;santi- HEY. Your singing's so nice you should seriously consider going for SI. See you in class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I miss you I love you but how to pass vday present to you? BOO. I even miss avery's stinky armpits and brownie shoes! LOL. I want my cup noodles has it rotted alr? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em- I HAD to hug the tree to cross over -.- Why else would I do such a thing. So mouldy some more. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yj- more Ys again. But you tagged before I added the song ): And now you're stopping?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113940725087469604?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113940725087469604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113940725087469604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113940725087469604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113940725087469604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/tagg.html' title='tagg!'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113905270162277937</id><published>2006-02-04T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T19:34:51.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;NOTE: READ PREVIOUS PREVIOUS POST FIRST, FOLLOWED BY PREVIOUS AND THEN THIS ONE(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climb to Gunung Jesar, 600 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/1600/KIF_1816.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/320/KIF_1816.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grampa looks like he's won lottery!!! Ah, look at the amount to tickets he's bought. Haha. Yeah right. He's playing hansel and dropping them along the way so we dont get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/1600/KIF_1814.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/320/KIF_1814.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm treehugging (: I dont know why but he's nice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/320/KIF_1826.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;oh look at grampa crawling on all fours! we're almost at the top already(: I'm the pioneer :D &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/320/KIF_1830.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;View from the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/320/KIF_1834.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's selva the butterfly catcher. I am serious. He &lt;strong&gt;catches butterflies. &lt;/strong&gt;When I first heard it I wanted to laugh man. I mean, its like, 'oh, she's in the field catching butterflies' kind of joke normally. And here he is actually CATCHING BUTTERFLIES! whoosh. And he's a real avid catcher. he spent $2000 on one net and he sells and studies the butterflies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/320/KIF_1839.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is so LOTR. Too bad I was the photographer ): Nobody took me&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/320/KIF_1852.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The descent. We got lost halfway and then we had to go all the way back to the summit and come down a different way! I think I lost weight again ): &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/320/KIF_1856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh. Hee. That's me and Creamy, rufus' daughter after the climb (:I plucked the flower for mummy but grampa said cannot take out so I gave it to creamy instead. Aw isn't he sweet? But Brownie was barking like hell cause he wanted attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113905270162277937?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113905270162277937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113905270162277937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113905270162277937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113905270162277937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/note-read-previous-previous-post-first.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113905078881534695</id><published>2006-02-04T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T19:04:10.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malaysia cont</title><content type='html'>Blogspot doesn't allow me to post more than 5 pics :( Boo. Maybe I should change to Xanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued from below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;NOTE: PLEASE READ THE PREVIOUS POST BEFORE THIS ONE IF NOT YOU'LL GET CONFUSED AND BLUR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot to add the sleeping part. Lots of interesting stuff happened at night. The mosquitos were having their annual CNY feast and it so happened that I was sleeping right in the middle of their table and so happened that I happened to have sweet royal blood that they couldn't resist. And it so happened that I have a total of 21 mosquito bites on both legs, 13 on arms, 5 on feet, 8 on hands. So me and dan ran to the living room and camped out there while letting the insecticide spray spread around the room. So had 10 mins to waste, don't waste time went to shit (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then popped back happily thinking that they finished their midnight gathering, covered the blanket up to my chin for double protection and woke up with &lt;strong&gt;12 mosquito bites on my face! &lt;/strong&gt;I look like some red berry now la with severe case of acne =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/320/KIF_1770.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My cheeks are so red cause of evil fiona. Debbie, Chrys (: Cousins I only see once a year. Went over to their house after lunch at Rendevous, went to her friendster and added then played LF2 and fed biscuits to yogi the dog and the hamsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Counted my ang paos got s$70 and RM100 which in the end is only like s$50 ): bad thing about relatives in Malaysia. Got to divide everything by two. Then some idiot gave me a ang pao with RM1 inside which is like 50cents! HEH. But aiyah still better than nothing, can buy one rollercoaster(: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I lost all my shopping money cause went Jusco to shop and left it in the changing room. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I may have an early case of dementia or whatever you call it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been losing so many things. First, my geog and Macbeth book go missing in school. Then I lost Kumjie's ang pao, then $40 of money in the changing room which I went back to look but the auntie say she didnt see anything but I bet she secretly took it for her own. HURMPH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know why. Everytime I lose something I tell myself I will never lose another thing ever again and before I know it I do. And its not the losing the thing that hurts (though the $40 did) but its the look of disappointment and distrust in dad and mum's face. Like they can't trust me with anything. ARGH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Didn't feel like shoping after that but saw one nice brown collared tee and white shirt fleshimpish style so begged parents and they said okay I had to pay for them myself since I lost the $40. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so sad. It's the only time in the year that I get to buy new stuff cause mum says Malaysia is cheap and blah and I hardly bought anything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So in the end I only got like $100 total for ang paos after minusing that. Still(: be contented. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/320/KIF_1796.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Relieving those childhood memories...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/320/KIF_1806.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Cameron Highlands: hah. First day that I'm ponning school. Teehee. While you all are mugging away I was up in the mountains. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/320/KIF_1807.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Before the climb: Our worthy mascot Ruffles the Dog but then afterwards I forgot his name and called him rufus.He was one eye blind but he's so cute and adorable la and then I patted him and he licked me and followed me around and I thought he was going to join us in the climb up to the peak but the betrayer ditched us for some german travellers!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/320/KIF_1809.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me and bro climbing. So steep hur! I am a warrior! HAIYA! xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113905078881534695?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113905078881534695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113905078881534695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113905078881534695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113905078881534695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/malaysia-cont.html' title='malaysia cont'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113904837289455405</id><published>2006-02-04T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T19:35:53.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;post. It's finally here.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 28 Jan left at 3am to Malaysia. Groggy and grumpy. Dad drove non stop for 8 hours to Ipoh while we all conked out. Thanks Driver Dad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/1600/KIF_1709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/320/KIF_1709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bathroom in grandpa and ma's house which I've been using for the past week. Cool huh. They have a mini bathtub thing which I tried to go into but couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/1600/KIF_1770.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/1600/KIF_1741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/320/KIF_1741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yu sheng): I hate yu shengs actually cause its basically just vege stringy things and sweet sauce which costs a bomb but tastes like shit (except for the raw fish part which I like xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/1600/KIF_1744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/320/KIF_1744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clockwise: Dan, mum, grandma, grandpa and dad louhei-ing. I'm the photographer(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate this the second night after playing badminton. Morning went visiting the usual people, michael foo and daipak's house to collect ang paos and then the datuk's place for free lunch -.- Ha. Nothing fancy, if you're thinking you could catch me wearing a cheong sam, wait on. I just wore a collared tee and skirt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grampa's usual SHOWTIME where he would tell riddles and puzzles for us to guess and give out ang paos if you got them correct. I got 5 x $4 = rm20 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/1600/KIF_1791.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113904837289455405?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113904837289455405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113904837289455405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113904837289455405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113904837289455405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/malaysia.html' title='Malaysia'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113902883345557744</id><published>2006-02-04T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T13:04:18.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag replies(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yj -&lt;/strong&gt;HEY, I DO HAVE A &lt;strong&gt;RUSTY&lt;/strong&gt; GATE but I'm never going to paint it back(: It can stay &lt;em&gt;rusty &lt;/em&gt;for as long as it likes. Haha. Well. Blue box. Ahem, I don't think I'm waiting for it anymore. Cause its not going to appear for some time ): We have a lot of catching up to do i.e&lt;br /&gt;1. Doing shr scrapbook with wrapping, &lt;em&gt;additions &lt;/em&gt;to list&lt;br /&gt;2. watching INS2&lt;br /&gt;3. Churching together(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does 'unable to locate a piano' have to do with me going to church! Hurhur. Guess you missed my screamings whenever an sf10 person came along huh. Or when Ms or GDD is sighted. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dianne- &lt;/strong&gt;hello longkang. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fio- &lt;/strong&gt;that is so typical you xp. ARGHS. I had only $120 and you still want me to give arh?! Ask sab the rich, she has like $900! What's new? I've been depressed before just like everyone else okay! Just that I don't announce it to the world unless its neccisary. Like previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jan - I MISS BSF AND YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE ): I still want my comics ): But you can have kyo and I'll just settle for boook FOUR. And i'll let you pick whose butt to kick first! But I want avery's xD. lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;john- &lt;/strong&gt;Tee, just the occasional bout of depression (: But of course I'm alRIGHT. I'm not all left cause lefty can't write properly :D Thanks for the concern though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiying-&lt;/strong&gt; I don't care but by your track record and past occurances it proves that you are blur(: I just have to go dig out all the information. Haha. Did you watch in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em- its called MALAYSIA -.- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s this isnt the long long entry I was promising. That will come tomorrow when I've uploaded the pics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113902883345557744?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113902883345557744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113902883345557744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113902883345557744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113902883345557744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/tag-replies.html' title='tag replies(:'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113897938760019105</id><published>2006-02-03T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T23:09:47.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it isnt that simple?</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the short hiatus. A &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;long entry will (hopefully) appear by tomorrow, if not Sunday accompanied with pictures and detailed descriptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to run. Have to catch up on homework and studying for retests and tests. And writing for Aunt Elizabeth and moaning over my sad amount of money collected from hong baos. And getting scolded by piano teacher tomorrow again because I was unable to locate a piano in Malaysia to practice. And pondering on whether I should go for service on Sunday or not though I've missed two weeks in a row and miss cell mates terribly ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course replying all your dearest tags (: Thanks for not stopping to tag though I was away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113897938760019105?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113897938760019105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113897938760019105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113897938760019105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113897938760019105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-isnt-that-simple.html' title='it isnt that simple?'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113810514531220344</id><published>2006-01-24T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T23:11:41.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world falls dead?</title><content type='html'>I realise it takes a change in blogskin for others to realise the change in you.&lt;br /&gt;Is that really the way the world should work?&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to scream 'I AM FREAKING ANGRY/SAD/HAPPY/SHITTIFIED'?&lt;br /&gt;I guess you would. In today's world, you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the summary of the ______ five days of my life. &lt;em&gt;It's up to your descretion to fill in the blanks. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have blue paint all over my fingernails since Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I do not own any bottles of nail polish, what to say about nail polish removers.&lt;br /&gt;If you think that is pathetic, well maybe it is but I don't really care (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- the horror starts. I am (as usual) late for school, I plonk down my bag, happy, carefree, not a care in the world. I think it's going to be another normal day at school; stressful; yes, but still livable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still clueless when I approach Mrs K.&lt;br /&gt;And like the unexpecting deer drinking from a lake, I am suddenly &lt;strong&gt;encroached &lt;/strong&gt;by a tiger.&lt;br /&gt;And then the ton of bricks hit me. And I fall flat- No, I don't literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she says I have to sprout out 7 compositions and poems by Friday 1:45 OR my butt wont have to grace the occasion. Not that she really minded, she just said I could &lt;em&gt;dont go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's the first.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURR. I am just hyperventilating inside but I just smile sweetly and say I could do it, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;And then I turn around and stop breathing my face turned purple and the world thought I was happy &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(gay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skip Bio lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I ignore A math.&lt;br /&gt;I am still staring at that fullscap but no inspiration is flowing yet. Nope, not even after staring at the yellow ribbon on my pencil case. Or the cross badge on it. Or reb's strawberry eraser.&lt;br /&gt;In recess I am tempted to kneel down before her with a cup of hot steaming tea and perform a tea ceremony right there.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind even if she asked me to massage her toes- &lt;em&gt;I think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of had a portfolio put together but I was just told to BRING them on Friday. And it happens it is the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rush to the com lab only to find Q and pal blasting chinese songs and playing com games. HEH. Talk about the life.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even concentrate on the reflection on humpty and dumpty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't use commonwealth essays, so my precious water will just have to sit and rot in the dump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to dunk my head there right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the while the world swirls beneath me the castle falls down the banner drops there are things to be done stuff to be collected to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day I write nothing and I can't find her. I make a desperate attempt at talking to Mrs. Ong. She promised to help, but she can't guarantee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Fatigue is overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting; what I've written in two days is better than that of the whole holidays. Stress is good. I like it, but to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;They are morbid, sadistic stories so i doubt you would read them anyway if I posted.&lt;br /&gt;I postponed piano. AGAIN. I know I know. I can run but I can't hide. I just can't keep pushing it further and further. I think Ms ling's put me on her kick out list already. The rest of her students are so pro. I'm like lagging behind somewhere with a thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm real sad about Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really so infuriated with myself.&lt;br /&gt;I skipped church.&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;There was a band from Australia.&lt;br /&gt;AndI missed it. and THEM-nudge hint yj&lt;br /&gt;All because I wanted to write 'The Swing' and 'The window'&lt;br /&gt;Am I deprived? Do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Writers aren't normal people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i really spooked myself out. Typing away at 2am. Hoho. Fancy getting spooked by your own 'ghost' story. And it isn't even haunted. But the house was so dark and quiet and everyone's sleeping and you're writing about a girl looking thru the window at her dead mother. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mum woke up and pressurised me to go and sleep. So I printed out, 'went' to bed. Switched off the lights. Lay on bed. 1,2,3, seconds. Click of door. Prepared portfolio. It's like a crime. I feel so theif-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that right now, as I'm typing.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not sure I can say them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Maths quiz. It just slipped my mind the whole weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. English test. And she's sitting and she's reading and we're writing so furiously.&lt;br /&gt;I think things are taking a toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;Class matters. CNY.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of telling them already. Life's more than grades, more than that textbbook more than that tuition you've got. You want this secondary school experience, it'll past and soon you'll look back and regret that you weren't more part of it.&lt;br /&gt;The afternoons, the hours. I'm a slave to the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live by late clocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not so simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harp. I missed you, dear ball.&lt;br /&gt;It's my first time this year. How historical. Zoey and co. vs sec3s. It is quite obvious which team's shooting hoops like popping popcorns. I was dripping but it was damn fun. I want to play again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the vocal majority overpowers the silent minority&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know how much the wound has dug?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't have to tear 24/7.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been angry, hurt or sad. I have. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're all afraid. we dont want to hurt you, anger you. we're makingpeace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i'm assumed to be forever 100% happy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just because i'm not so expressive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is this the way?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum fetched me, went for tea in tp.&lt;br /&gt;Fo some reason I was just feeling irritable.&lt;br /&gt;I think I can have twins this month.&lt;br /&gt;HEH HEH. There's something wrong with me la. Maybe next month won't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and I'm particularly bereaved because of the absence of bsf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and this is such a joke, cause I was the one who kept persuading jess to go. And i'm not going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jan's going to kick some ass for me. YOU GO MY DEAREST SHORT TEDDS(: It's your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're targetting a swop with some dude xD&lt;br /&gt;I'm so  sad la. I was the only one who wrote them a teacher's day card on teacher's day. and they just forgot all about me and it and dumped me out.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can gatecrash. Funny, considering how i wanted to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm still waiting for that blue box.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the rusty wind.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113810514531220344?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113810514531220344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113810514531220344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113810514531220344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113810514531220344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/world-falls-dead_24.html' title='the world falls dead?'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113810197483358492</id><published>2006-01-24T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T19:26:15.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world falls dead?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113810197483358492?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113810197483358492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113810197483358492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113810197483358492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113810197483358492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/world-falls-dead.html' title='the world falls dead?'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113768193184745831</id><published>2006-01-19T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:45:31.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm stressed. Stressed Stressed.&lt;br /&gt;Class banner, class theme, notice board, castle, saltshakers, paint, thinner, not being able to rub off paint, ... current thoughts rushing through mind.&lt;br /&gt;I was the blue monster ytd (:&lt;br /&gt;Walked to bus stop with Sherrie the guy, we didnt go san buing though. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;Today I was the green-blue-orange-black-white monster xD&lt;br /&gt;Tmr there's chinese compo and I'm rushing a million things and I have to bring cotton wool, tape and thinner and I came home in the taxi like some savaged mad artist who has paint all over and my blouse is so wasted and I'm telling you the class better love us or something cause I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;The saltshakers are hip and moving man, thanks to dionne.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU DIONNE AND TAIYI(:&lt;br /&gt;And the teachers are going to yell about the lousy chemical equation and I'm going to get it cause it was my stupid idea and our chem teacher will just have to bury her head under testubes of sodium nitrates to hide her embarrasment.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention CNY decorations.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying very hard not to just lock the doors and prevent everyone from leaving before they help clean up the class at least.&lt;br /&gt;Sad people do sad things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113768193184745831?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113768193184745831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113768193184745831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113768193184745831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113768193184745831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113722739228161479</id><published>2006-01-14T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T16:29:52.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE THE SUN (:&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;SUNNY&lt;/strong&gt; again after how many days of &lt;strong&gt;gloomy &lt;/strong&gt;dark rain ):&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine(: Smiles (: happy all go together.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, rain is nice too. For sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer spree?&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Wallace &amp; Gromit is damn hilarious. The previews are always nicer than the movie somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go canoeing(:&lt;br /&gt;for the sports enrichment programme. But nobody else wants to go. They're either say "don't want to waste my time on such things" or give the 'eeeh, why canoeing' look or "modern dance or tennis nicer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I love being on the water but not in the water. Then I can sail along and drop off at some nearby island and say hi to the aligators and fishes and save drowned turtles and tortoises and accidently capsize and get wet and have fun and stuff xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEH. Okay, that was &lt;em&gt;a bit&lt;/em&gt; far-fetched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, squashed yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I may have some hidden talent for squash aye.&lt;br /&gt;Though I only got 61 for the squash test. But I won the 'games'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like some starved refugee going to xy's house.&lt;br /&gt;And it was friday the lucky 13 so I got to try her delicious chicken wings ((:&lt;br /&gt;and they ate so little I felt like some greedy pig going there la. Like only 3 tablespoon of rice? I think I ate ding ding and dong dong combined the rice xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then played with ding ding and he was super cute and he let me play with him and carry him around the hall. YAYEES. One step towards pinching his skinny cheeks. HAHA. Then he started reciting the pokemon powers and hiding below the table cause he didnt wanna eat his veggies. And the vege was so yummy although it was just ordinary vveg because it was cooked and fried with spices xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love the fishmeat ball thingy in the soupee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound like advertising for xy's maid's cooking =&lt;br /&gt;Today. I had about 3 lectures from 3 different people.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I woke up at 8:50.&lt;br /&gt;While I had piano at 8:15.&lt;br /&gt;Mum, Dad, piano teacher. Very soon all the teachers will leave me and I'll be talentless and useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fed up with piano it's like a chore going to that black thing.&lt;br /&gt;And the keys are so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;And the scores are just a freaking blur of white and black&lt;br /&gt;And I can't sight-read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm just pmsing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So ignore me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hur, I take that back.&lt;br /&gt;You can ignore the post but don't ignore me (:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, seeyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113722739228161479?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113722739228161479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113722739228161479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113722739228161479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113722739228161479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-love-sun-its-sunny-again-after-how.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113697975998070234</id><published>2006-01-11T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T16:33:53.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooden boards, Random thoughts, and you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In search for the Wooden Board&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long tiresome journey for the poor 6 souls.&lt;br /&gt;They were travelling wearily along De Fu Lane, which one of them apparently did not know existed (Okay, I'll admit that 'one of them' sorta resembled me)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they had to first wait for Siyi to pack her bag.&lt;br /&gt;Then, when they were finally about to leave the school gates one of them, Eve suddenly said she wanted to pon a maths and come along.&lt;br /&gt;Thus one of them, which also beared an unseeming strikingness towards me, had to suffer the misfortune of following her up to class and waiting for another 'Should I bring this home' Siyi re-run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, they proceeded to De Fu Lane, which is this great factory uluified place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said one of the lost souls, "Let's try this shop"&lt;br /&gt;Said the other, "okay"&lt;br /&gt;Said another, walking in, "hello? Mai wooden board ma?"&lt;br /&gt;Said the last, typing all this while,"Can I go back to first person narrative?"&lt;br /&gt;Said the last again, tired of asking, "YES"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, that was a poor attempt at being lame. Personally really really tired and I can't wait to just bury my head into my pillow and produce more ZZZZs. But I know, It's been awhile since I've posted a nice wholesome worth-reading entry for you guys and I'm feeling guiltish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Blk 38 we walked to block 8. How's that for a major exercise regime? ((:&lt;br /&gt;It was really stupid la. First, we walked into a shop which had tons of wooden planks which looked kinda old. Cannot buy. "Go to Block 8". Hehe. We don't want. Walk along, see a old wooden board on the floor waiting to be dumped. PERFECT SIZE FOR THE CLASS MURAL, but too flimsy. And they found it too dirty. Enter another shop. Cannot again. "Go to block 8". Still don't want, but no choice. Complain Grumble Moan Groan all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all along we were suffocated by some burnt coffee-cum-milobar-cum expired chocolate smell so I stuck to smelling my yummy yummy chicken biscuit wallet :D Ah, the yumminessiness ((: Hmm, so crumbly bits of chicken biscuit left in my pocket did come to good use after all. Hooray for Chicken Biscuits! And they're only 50 cents!&lt;br /&gt;Heheh. I'm advertising for the canteen Stall 3 Auntie here. Must give me some comission hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached, and the nicey Uncle gave us a free board. It was much too long so we had to ask next door uncle to help us cut. And the cutter was damn scary and spurting out sparks so I grabbed on to Sab and she nearly fell over xD. Then another ice cream uncle calling out, "Xiao Mei Mei" to us. WEIRD. Felt really out of place there. Imagine 6 school girls carrying school bags in school uniform coming to buy a piece of wood from factory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today's my unlucky day. No no, never say anything is unlucky. Everything happens for a reason. Yeah, even me stepping on that puddle of vomit at the lift &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini relay system (:&lt;br /&gt;First was Eve and Me, then Siyi and Sab, then Chelsie and Clarice.&lt;br /&gt;Then Eve and Chel, then Me and Sab, then Siyi and Clarice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was uber late to go home so I just hopped on 136 hoping it'll take me somewhere near Thomson.&lt;br /&gt;Ang Mo Kio. Okay, next stop maybe still en route. One more stop la. Okay last stop then I alight. By the time I alighted the bus turned into some Ave and I super lost, decided to walk back to previous bus stop. I did, but it was NOT AT ALL en route! There was only one bus, 262. So I braved the mud, the grass, the roots, the wet ground and walked back to sq one. From afar sighted Sin Ming area, I was so happy to see something of familiarity. Strided like never before, arrived at the bus stop only to see foreign buses. And by then I was really really exhausted, felt like just collapsing on the bus seat and yelling, "ive gotten lost for the second time in the same week and it's all your fault!" to some poor innocent stranger who will stare at me like I've just grown a tail or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bleah. I seriously thought I was lost so I called Mum to fetch but halfway I realised Salvation army was just around the corner and I could actually take 2 direct buses homeif I just crossed the road but nevermind, she was on the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&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/11108668-113697975998070234?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113697975998070234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113697975998070234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113697975998070234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113697975998070234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/wooden-boards-random-thoughts-and-you.html' title='Wooden boards, Random thoughts, and you'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113664865517885424</id><published>2006-01-07T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T18:51:43.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computers, Sunday, and Mr Bean</title><content type='html'>I am barred from the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is a very sad case indeed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'tis the result of my ever-increasing manipulative usage of the 'family' computer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original table has disintigrated and collasped, I stole another from the Study Room and plonked the WIndows 98 Computer at the top. The mouse is hidden from sight and the keyboard is under a U make a Difference Touch cloth on top of the monitor. The CPU is under the table and on a trolley which we made from the bits and broken pieces of the original table. Actually, my brother made it while I just screwed on the wheels ((: Yays. That's $20 saved.&lt;br /&gt;According to Aunt Marissa, the computer guy had to play "skipping rope" all around my room when he came over to fix up the internet connection. But I've sort of given up on cleaning up my room already. Every time I do, some mess from the cupboards will end up on the floor again and then I'll have to jsut chuck everything in a stack on the floor. If there were such a thing as a dump-out-all-contents machine I would apply it on my room and check out all the unknown and buried treasures stored there for ages. Then I could have a jumbo or garage sale :D I love garage sales! The feeling of relief that your trash has suddenly become someone elses' treasure or the feeling when you've hugged that dirty scratchy stuffed giraffe you'd just bought at the garage sale and knew it was for you the minute you set eyes on it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back on track.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.Hmm. Must say I was much disappointed. Perhaps it has become such a norm that I take it for granted. It was almost a replica of last year's ceremony. Same people (okay, same nerdy look. I guess I looked like one of them too), same announcer, same guest-of-honour, same show which they used to entertain us before they started. I think Mr Bean is rather freaky. Haha. I know, this is weird 'cause he's suppose to be funny and make people laugh, but somehow in the show with all the elements included... And I couldn't help watching though I vowed never to raise my head and take in that oh-so-familiar scene I've watched million of trillion times stored somewhere in my head on the verge of reeling back. I  was staring at my phone and suddenly this spine-chilling violin eee with the thump thump of the drums towards the climax plays in my ears and the audience is all gasping and I helplessly look up. Ahh I might as well give up trying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited, waited and waited some more. Impatient streak kicks in. Waited, waited. Saw the clock strike 11, 11:15, 11:30. Was figiting around in my seat. And then suddenly like a whirlwind we're ushered and pushed and shakened hands with and I hear my name being called and I collect it and I descend. And I collect my bag and am gone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only in the car that I realise I'm only going to be donating $30 to our lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ate lunch with parents and G12, rushed off to Expo. Was slightly late, had to sit at the end. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELOVED MAMA JIA RONG &amp; AMANDA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. She's turning 20 on thursday! :D Love you loads &lt;333&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got some major scolding from Dad for making him wait and not checking my phone or answering the calls. And this one hurts, cause it's unusual for him to say such things. I mean, Mum nags all the time I'm practically immune to hers but for Dad, that's a different case. Was just so caught up in all that worshipping I couldn't hear that faintest vibration in my bag. Then we sang and celebrated the birthdays outside and by the time I realised there were 7 missed calls, we were halfway praying and I didnt want to disrupt everyone. Was super stressed and plus we had to pick up Geraldine and Elizabeth. And then Kel and Char played the Bye bye game but my heart was not really in the mood but it kinda lightened up the mood anyway :)) Thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;But it worked out okay in the end. I just hope to have a plan where I can actually talk one day.&lt;br /&gt;Monday. School.It surprises me that it's only the second week of school because somehow I feel like I've been there forever already. Yet I don't exactly dread it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I only feel that big hole expanding itself bigger and bigger maybe binary fission'll occur anytime. But isn't this what I wanted? I think so. I think it is. But believing in the unseen, that's faith alright.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet at the same time I'm bonding, and I think this one will last. This one will not have the superficialness of the last. Please don't let me down this time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now a peer tutor. The teachers say the whole class has to be. But maybe IF I told her my impatient "WHY DONT YOU GET IT?!" personaility she'd think twice :D I think it's fun though. WHEE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sponge bob is not showing today )): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stopped talking to Sel cause I wanted to watch it so badly for comfort today. Some have comfort food and comfort blankets. Blue bear will always be my first, but Ah bob ranks pretty high.Boo hoo. It's taken over by some show on vanthasam central cos today's hari raya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Long live AH BOB AND PATTY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May they always always always rule Channel 6 at 6-6:30pm!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drinking expired Yakult milk. Let's hope I don't get a replay of what happened at Monday Assembly. Monday Assembly. As of Day one, a day has not passed in which I can have a leisurely stroll up to class, put down my bag and take my book down. I shall not elaborate further as seemeth (Shakespearean stolen from Macbeth Act 1 Scene 2) by my earlier rantings against ahem parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Downloaded 'For Fruits Basket' and Hope that it wouldn't be another white elephant collecting dust in the millions of folders that I have containing scores from Grandma's time. Well technically they are from her. The tune is so so so &lt;em&gt;sweet&lt;/em&gt; and touching I almost cried just hearing the opening song (and of course reading the subs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I was so happy, you were laughing&lt;br /&gt;With a smile that melts everything away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spring is still far away, inside the cold earth,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the time to sprout&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For instance, even if today is painful&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday's wounds remain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to believe that I can free my heart and go on&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be reborn&lt;br /&gt;But I can change as I go on, so&lt;br /&gt;Let's stay together always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile only at me and touch me with those fingers&lt;br /&gt;This simple desire is everlasting&lt;br /&gt;I want things to be simple&lt;br /&gt;Let's finally get across this sea of mournful sorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For instance, even if today is painful&lt;br /&gt;Someday it will become a warm memory&lt;br /&gt;If you leave everything up to your heart&lt;br /&gt;I understand the meaning our living here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is to know the joy of having been born&lt;br /&gt;Let's stay together always&lt;br /&gt;For instance, even if today is painful&lt;br /&gt;Someday it will become a warm memory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you leave everything up to your heart&lt;br /&gt;I understand the meaning our living here&lt;br /&gt;It is to know the joy of having been born&lt;br /&gt;Let's stay together always &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113664865517885424?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113664865517885424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113664865517885424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113664865517885424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113664865517885424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/computers-sunday-and-mr-bean.html' title='Computers, Sunday, and Mr Bean'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113663018439803731</id><published>2006-01-07T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T18:36:24.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>Why do I feel like the girl in Em's blog?&lt;br /&gt;HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;I got lost.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, fancy that in Singapore which is considered the dot. But it's just like an ant getting lost in the garden. It's a pretty big world out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, cca fair was not bad. We didn't do as much advertising as last time and it definately finished much earlier I think.&lt;br /&gt;I got to school at 8:55 and at the Harp room at nine. On time, for one of the few times. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;Then just sat around, tuned the harps and went into the harp cupboard to wear the disgustingly pink cutsie angelic innocent baby pink harp tee. Moreover it's Polo and has a slight resemblance to somehting an ahbeng would wear. We were like the laughing stalks of the whole school la. EHH. Everyone else were giving us the 'I am so lucky I don't have to wear' that look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe that's what attracted the parents. The nice girly pinkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the parents looked more interested than their daughters =.=&lt;br /&gt;And whenever we asked if they wanted to know more, the daughter would shyly shake her head and hide behind her mother while her father starts firing questions to what kind of society he would be exposing his precious little daughter too, the type of influence, practice dates, costs, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our cookies got stolen by the netballers and some people came and ate our marshmellows, esp when me and sel went jireh block everyone we knew were suddenly glad they knew us and started grabbing the food; thus we had to employ the hherd of juniors behind us as body guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;zhuo yang de. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much discussion decided to go Compasspoint for lunch. My very first time, and at first very reluctant to go cause it's really far from my house and I had a bad impression of the 'compass' area last time. Hm, more like a bad impression of someone around the 'compass' area =x. But that was CompassVale, the small ntuc one. Compasspoint is MUCH MUCH MUCH different :D And I'm starting to like it. WHEEHE. Apart from the fact that their shops are roughly the same as j8 and it's a millionmiles away from home. Plus that there is a lib there and it is very tempting though I have like 1 bk overdue and still havent returned them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fio and xy were recommending soem noodles from the food court. It's one hot food court.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. It didnt live up to their praises but was ok, Still prefered Em's ban mian though. Ban mian is always the safe choice if you dont know what to buy (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much pl lites sighted. Netballers, interacters, guitarists, mrls, darters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went arcade, but choices rather limited. Fio as ussual spent hers mostly on catching toys. And did she catch any? Hm, YES in a way. She got the consolation prize of some sweets. Which is still enough to satisfy her i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part is funny wunny. See, we grabbed the 'minor prize' of some dude who finished playing his game and forgot to collect it. Actually it was just Fio's la, took that poor boy's ball. But we played with it :D Bounce Bounce Bounce! Then she Bounce! And then I tried to catch the Bounce but missed then don't know how hit until it went into some hair salon place and the lady was inside talking adn I tried to reach in and grab it but it was too late, went under the cupboard =( That's the end of poor bally but we still laughed until my stomach hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped in montip for about 15 mins. Em and xy looking at earrings and hair accesories while I sat on the floor contemplating buying the mossy green wallet or the green wallet. HEHEH. Fed up with those complicated Billabong or roxy ones with places to put stuff. Then my previous billa.b one dropped into toilet bowl then after washing it's like gone case le and myuk one keep droppign sand from the Sentosa outing! Grr. Plus neos stuck on the plastic part cannot take out :( Going for simple now (: Just a zip and one compartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for home at almost 4, 163 is a direct bus!&lt;br /&gt;Was so sleepy and tired but first part cannot sleep cos dont have right position, thenbout 1/3 way fell asleep. Woke up about 10 stops away from house, but went to sleep again. Shouldnt have :(. The next time I woke up I found myself somewhere in Toa Payoh Lorong 4 (almost at the other interchange!) And it was like 5:15. EH. Instinct told me to get off the bus ASAP so I quickly alighted next stop still like super groggy crossed road and went opp bus stop to take the SAME bus back home. Felt like some idiot la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stood around, finallly got a dry seat which was like in the middle of the whole bench. Came along an old lady tottering around findign a dry spot. Then don't know why la I was too engrossed in staring at the bus number it took awhile before I registered what was happening and quickly stood up for her to sit. GIVE WAY TO ELDERLY ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to sort of talk to me in Mandarin I think but didnt know what she was talking about la, what you come back from school or sth so I just said yes then by the time I understood the bus came so I just mumbled something and ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYS. I'm looking forward to my CHEQUE tmr :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113663018439803731?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113663018439803731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113663018439803731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113663018439803731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113663018439803731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113655629132086631</id><published>2006-01-06T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:47:48.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hm?</title><content type='html'>There isnt much to say.&lt;br /&gt;She caught me on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is one whelming flood. I've still got used to this kind of responsibility. Hm, now I actually have to do my work and bring my books. Yeah, and now the teacher actually remembers my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that particular monkey =D&lt;br /&gt;Hm, no offence to anything or what, but I'm definately doing soemthing sports related in jc/poly.&lt;br /&gt;Music is rather...I don't knwo what you call it.&lt;br /&gt;Sian-ish. But the excitement and the enjoyment is the people and laughing and crapping together, rather than the actual playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUR. WE WERE LATE TODAY. ONCE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like just dunking a pail of cold reality on that damn neighbour's brother's head&lt;br /&gt;Fine and well, he gets his maid to wake him up and when she wakes him up late he blames her like what the hell? He's sec4, and has no alarm clock?&lt;br /&gt;Then give some stupid excuses and with all the waiting we leave the house like 7?&lt;br /&gt;And he doesn't even feel the pinch cause they drop him and j off first around 7:10 and they have a nice round 5 minutes to go to their classrooms and make it to assembly in time?&lt;br /&gt;A.Em has given him a piece of her mind, wy has shown her annoyance but he doesnt care, cause they're family right?&lt;br /&gt;But he's never felt the wrath of another party, never known his inconsiderateness.&lt;br /&gt;That I have to like do the 1000 m dash upthe stairs pass the streaming zillions of people coming down like a fish swimming upstream against the current with my brick heavy bag, dump my stuff down, grab a book and rush down hearing them announce the latecomers? Not to mention breaking promises to discuss class matters at 7. Thrice. On the 3rd -5th day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the freaking amount of space his gigantic bag and whatever takes up in the car and dumps in on my feet and I just shake it off and he talks back to his mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but if you judged you will be judged &lt;/em&gt;. at least in some way or another. So I'll zip. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be doing Harp poster for CCA fair tmr. But I'm lazy la. Whenever I click on that 'paint' window about to start the orange light blinks, the blog stares at me and I'm lost. But I wrote the pamphlet stuff la. I'm going there early tmr. To grab the M shirt. It's already pink, which is bad. At least it's polo. Hm, wait a minute. I'm wearing pink now xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had bio and chem in the lab. It was okay, but I felt like something was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this new 'lunch' system where we have breakfast at 8:30 and lunch at 12:00 on thurs and Fri. Doesnt give us freedom of eating venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had harp, was freaked out by vp again. Couldnt' concentrate and I was playing haywire during sundial, kept repeating where neednt, or didnt repeat or sth. I LIKED MAKING THE CANDLES! I can now thus conclude that the harp cupboard has a lot of unused 'junk' which is actually really cool stuff, like we found ikea tea lights and millions of glitter glue in this box so we decorated the candles and we can give them out tmr at the CCA fair =))&lt;br /&gt;But my treble clef got smudged and the glitter thing didnt work out so we just wiped the whole lot on a spare cloth and spread glitter nad glue all over to create the GLITTER CANDLE!&lt;br /&gt;The whole harp room is sprinkled in fairy dust now and it's so magical you couldnt wait to pick them up and smell them although they're smelly and gluey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to bus stop with xy and em, then stopped at the waffle shop and ate yummy yummy peanut waffle! New discovery. Must eat there more often and hope to grow fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a current 44kg. BLA. WHY CANT THERE BE FATS TRANSPLANT ?!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tng was saying, wah, I rmb Joyce Sec1 still so small now suddenly so tall&lt;br /&gt;I was never &lt;em&gt;small &gt;.&lt;. &lt;/em&gt;Not big yes, but Never in the short side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's PE was nuts. I realise it's mainly team buildign activities and SECTHREE ORIENTATION. Hey we need orientation to each other. I hardly know the people in front of me's names. HAHA. I'm that hopeless. But we neve rreally had a FORMAL introducition WHAT. 28 People standing on 5 concrete slabs A4 in size. Can you imagine. Cannot touch the ground. First few times kept fallign off then me and Eve were told to give them orders =D Muahah. And we didnt need to get on in the end. YAY. Add on to the A3 spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113655629132086631?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113655629132086631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113655629132086631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113655629132086631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113655629132086631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/hm_06.html' title='hm?'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113655529925252881</id><published>2006-01-06T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T21:48:19.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hm?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113655529925252881?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113655529925252881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113655529925252881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113655529925252881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113655529925252881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/hm.html' title='hm?'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113647354312501354</id><published>2006-01-05T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T23:30:00.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 3rd Day of School</title><content type='html'>School is cool la. For once.&lt;br /&gt;Bending thing. Or the 'bang bang' thing according to Our Chinese teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. H lao shi rocks, she's funny man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English class- we got to do free response thing. Just let your emotions flow on a piece of paper. I like that kind of thing. So poetic-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math- Don't get a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Math- I actually understand this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above two by Ms.K. She's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure lit- THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY as usual. Though Macbeth is a bloody, cruel play about a guy who goes mad, three bearded witches connected to Satan, haunting dead spirits of the unrested murdered, and a boy who cries "Mother, They've killed me" after he's dead. By the way, his name is Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what. If they actually bend all the subjects then what's the point of putting us together as a class anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Eve last night with Clara and Reb to discuss Class theme. And Eve was like giving nonsence ideas la. Haha. Hmm. Shall not reveal too much about our ideas. Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113647354312501354?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113647354312501354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113647354312501354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113647354312501354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113647354312501354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-3rd-day-of-school.html' title='My 3rd Day of School'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113628456539284574</id><published>2006-01-03T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:36:05.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what it's like.</title><content type='html'>I have never been one in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I am. I guessed I sort of sensed that twinge...that slightly mysteriousness last night when I sacrificed NOT watching Project Runway cos I felt God really speaking to me. It was some sorta exchange: &lt;em&gt;You don't watch PR and have a little chat with me instead, and I guarantee you will survive tmr&lt;/em&gt;. So I didn't watch. It was tough. Parents were in their room,lights were off. The greater resistance the greater reward? Don't know if you call it exactly a reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we really had a meaningful chat. After who knows how long. I mean, he's probably there listening all the while and I've been just slamming the door in his face. Yeah. That sucks. Actually, it was more of a one-way chat. I'm not really good at waiting patiently for something to jump out at me from his word. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at about 1-2am in the end?&lt;br /&gt;Was just tossing around in bed for no reason whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;alright alright. I've got the first day usual bout of nervousness. who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school.&lt;br /&gt;"whahaha" cries the little girl entering Pri 1.&lt;br /&gt;"sniff" sniffs the girl entering sec1&lt;br /&gt;"hahaha" laughs the teen entering sec3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry la, the last one abit out of pt and extra but couldnt think of anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3A3. It's a weird mix of all sorts. But I like it.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna win the first voucher eh.&lt;br /&gt;Friendly reminder: &lt;strong&gt;BRING YOUR FORMS TMR! THE DISCIPLINE ONE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113628456539284574?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113628456539284574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113628456539284574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113628456539284574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113628456539284574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-its-like.html' title='what it&apos;s like.'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113619619769430292</id><published>2006-01-02T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:05:23.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year, "the list", Bintan, and some other extra misc.</title><content type='html'>As usual I'm late in wishing you guys happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm late for most things =(&lt;br /&gt;Including wishing merry christmas and other festive seasons.&lt;br /&gt;And meeting at MRT times.&lt;br /&gt;Though Peishi might be on par with me. Or later =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Have a funky year ahead people.&lt;br /&gt;Happy sounds too... I dont know, happy?&lt;br /&gt;Too common and usual.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we have a real unusual crazy year 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with our form teacher. Won't mention any names, but...You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was away in Bintan.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. As usual, parents will take advantage of any public holiday and whisk us away.&lt;br /&gt;That isnt bad thing. But I like Singapore just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with fellow hrbc member yj (aka, sister in the sisterhood of the HR) and kel. Met her at Bishan, was listening to her freaky eminem songs which were really depressing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;You may refer to Yj's blog for the rest. Gotta rush. Not the hw rush. The piano one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113619619769430292?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113619619769430292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113619619769430292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113619619769430292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113619619769430292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-list-bintan-and-some-other.html' title='new year, &quot;the list&quot;, Bintan, and some other extra misc.'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113590521220203268</id><published>2005-12-30T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:05:02.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harp board+ present =D</title><content type='html'>A sample of our NEWLY designed harp board:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treble ------------------------------------------ &lt;---strings tied across the board.&lt;br /&gt;clef ------------------------------------------ hang notices&lt;br /&gt;here ------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------/--------- &lt;---looks like a musical staff&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------/----------&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/ &lt;---banner which says 'cherubs' spray painted silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;background: black with golden brush strokes =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't so bad was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how we thought of it. First em said wanted use a broom to have the brush stroke effect. then fio was drawing don't know what nonsence. So I suggested hanging up strings to hang notes with pegs or whatever. Then we were thinking of a layout and suddenly fio drew the musical stave and it looked quite right to put the strings as the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then opened Sel's present and it was a mini pass the parcel but now 'pass-to-joyce-only' parcel. And cause the cover was wrapped in pretty christmas wrapper I thought it was a rather big nice present. (roughly a4size). But obviously the whole bulk was made up of newspaper which I kept tearing layer by layer until I came to the grand finale... a popular bag! wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was nice inside (=&lt;br /&gt;I liked the turtle and the card and the doggy woggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had stiff competition from guzheng.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I think the harp board still rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113590521220203268?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113590521220203268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113590521220203268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113590521220203268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113590521220203268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/harp-board-present-d.html' title='harp board+ present =D'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113568361408159476</id><published>2005-12-27T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T19:40:14.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today.</title><content type='html'>Harp-ed.&lt;br /&gt;Rusty rusty rusty.&lt;br /&gt;I really sucked at moon river and fur elise. and chanter.&lt;br /&gt;Sundial was surprisingly okay, considering Harp2 to be the most unfortunate batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt to string the harps from teachers Ms. Zoey Chew and Ms. Charisse Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after. Ate at Cafe Cartel. My first!&lt;br /&gt;WHEE. First cutting the bread. New experience. First getting my own cheese and pepper flakes. First getting own water. HEHEHE. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Shared set lunch with xy, pearl shared with sab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then em, xy fio and I went j8.&lt;br /&gt;Bought my long awaited Freestyle skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xy bought her denim skirt from BUM after trying loads of times at FOX.&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to buy offshoulder stuff. Not interestd xD&lt;br /&gt;Well, fiona was not interested the whole way! She was really auntie; walking around boredly and carrying our bags while we went to try stuff. HAHA. The only place she became alive was mini toons. YAY. she bought sweets. AT LEAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em finally bought her orange offshoulder thing after much consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreading school. Dreading that first day experience...yet kind of excited and nervous. You know? The whole "Hi i'm mrs/ms/mr so and so and I'll be your form teacher this year" intro plus "lets go around and introduce ourselves and play some icebreakers" thing and "line up in two rows" kind of thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113568361408159476?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113568361408159476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113568361408159476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113568361408159476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113568361408159476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/today.html' title='today.'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113561203386322505</id><published>2005-12-26T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:52:54.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone =)&lt;br /&gt;And a blessed new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1 day and 23 hours and 41 minutes late and countng.But I saw it through to christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up all this while to make BRO'S PRESENT; burning cds for him. He better be grateful. However there was a slight prob. His one cd became four. Ah crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, btu since tonight at 8 I've realised that I'm a rich man (xD. Okay, not that rich. But $500 is something BIG to a lil kid like me! Wonder how the government can afford giving all that $$ out?)...maybe I can buy more stuff instead of taking up some crapfor my pass the parcel event.&lt;br /&gt;// okay that was outdated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. Christmas is over =(&lt;br /&gt;Pass the parcel is over =((&lt;br /&gt;carolling is over =((&lt;br /&gt;(opening presents is over =((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOL. I am so proud of ps khong. HEHH. Sound ilke I'm his dad or sth.But seriously, the show was classic man.Went there expecting a whole bunch of kel's friends but in the end she brought only one. And char too. and nic too. WHEE. So I didnt feel that extra. LOL. Were kidding around at the toilet. Then rushed back from intermission and were late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Service, kel and yj did some underhanded business I didnt have much part of except acting dumb =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho. Better don't say much. Anyway, had a taste of giving out presents alrhough mine were 20C candles? xD But I really handmade the cards and put my heart into them! No I didnt actually. I just cut out wrapper hearts. Hmm. Lunched at orange julius. HOT DOG! PEPPERONI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jr came to meet us, then went inside. Met the others, serivce. Mostly christmas carols. Which are fine, but not really jumpish. still, better than 1st service! Crys was there today. Surprise. Surprise. Then had gift exchange, got some really pretty flower candle thing. I gave a DIY photoframe thingy which somebody gave to me a long time ago XD. I'm cheapskate la.&lt;br /&gt;Then Guess what? I took the flower candle thing which really really looked expensive and gave it to mum! THANKS SARAH! I dont know who got my photoframe but she isnt as unfortunate as amanda who got kel's pink slippers OR kel who got a PINK SHAWL. lol. I tried imagining her wearing it and just cracked up. She'll probably use it as a rag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night. Pizza hut dinner!!!! We ordered 2 pan pizzas, split half. So four of us could choose our own flavour.Dad- curry chickenmum-seafooddan- super suprememe- PEPPERONI!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. First time I got to try pepperoni. I am deprived I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas celebration.One of the most memorable ones. I was incharge of pass the parcel. yeah. rather pathetic. 4 people? Dan got the ultimate forfeat. Write merry chirstmas with his butt. I was personally glad he got that. If mum did...she wouldnt have liked it. Hmm. he was a good sport. Mum got the cd case, the rest of the presents were basiclaly crap.&lt;br /&gt;Then opened presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again;&lt;br /&gt;ThankYOU..&lt;br /&gt;Dad, for the 'joyce' hp chain&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Dad for the reebok shoes&lt;br /&gt;Dan for the pretty wooden girl graduante (although I'll have to keep looking at it for inspiration and HOPE it comes through)&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Marissa for the really really nicee cream longsleaved + grey shorts combo =D&lt;br /&gt;xiying, for the chocolate cookies although they're frozen in my freezer!&lt;br /&gt;fio, for CRAZEE monkeh (NOT clever monkey), chocolate and keychain, card&lt;br /&gt;em, pearl, sab for RECEIVING the presents TMR! cam, for christmas card&lt;br /&gt;jan, for SPONGEBOBY christmas card&lt;br /&gt;kel, for the crossbadge and bookmark&lt;br /&gt;yj, for the clothespeg -.- and note&lt;br /&gt;amanda, for the choc&lt;br /&gt;JR, nicole, char, ps for RECEIVING the presents xD&lt;br /&gt;danielle for the crackers&lt;br /&gt;sarah for the CANDLE!&lt;br /&gt;aunt something for the pink panther cup (which I GAVE TO WY!=D)&lt;br /&gt;wy for the dog thingy&lt;br /&gt;And finally, God for Jesus. And LOVE =))&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE NARNIA.I LOVE NARNIA.I LOVE LOVE LOVE NARNIA.I LOVE WILL.M xDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Not the young one. the older one. =DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;The one where when he turned his head the audience went, wahhh&lt;br /&gt;LOL. But yj just searched his pic. BLAH. Film pics always look better.&lt;br /&gt;SF degraded by 1 pt.hahha.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm STARTING, and I mean just starting to like clickfive. I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;soh yijing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to thank. HERE'S YOUR MOMENT OF GLORY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113561203386322505?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113561203386322505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113561203386322505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113561203386322505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113561203386322505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-everyone-and-blessed.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113544196675797166</id><published>2005-12-25T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T00:32:46.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff.</title><content type='html'>Changi Prison.&lt;br /&gt;As you should know, I look disgusting in pink.&lt;br /&gt;the blue hat tickled, and my throat was sore.&lt;br /&gt;But otherwise had a rather fun time =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurmph. Somehow our sweat and tears didnt attract as much attention as the project smile mini magic performance. ps yj kel and I stayed back after lunch just to laze around; skipped mutts and mittens. Lazed around: scrutinise the next choir group and comment on how much better we were and about &lt;em&gt;that girl &lt;/em&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed to Changi Airport. 2nd time in 2 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt find yj's super vending machine. again.&lt;br /&gt;Ate popeyes *quote. "the place where you pop your eyes out and then eat them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pink, the harp tee is an example of such a colour.&lt;br /&gt;Fiona was present at the decision for the colour.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say the rest is self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;As for my opinions, I have fully expressed myself earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Pink is okay, as long as I'm not wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;Especially baby pink. *hinthint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. Last HR day.&lt;br /&gt;We are On was really on.&lt;br /&gt;We just kind of repeated the previous lesson's stuff. Trotting.&lt;br /&gt;Then we parted. And I'm not likely to see Sm again.&lt;br /&gt;Next year, I'll have to make time for lessons. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the day;&lt;br /&gt;bought my "expensive" shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Previous shoes: reebok, $70+, since pri. Rubber sole came off.&lt;br /&gt;Budget for new shoe: $50, any extra yours truly shall dig her emtpy pockets&lt;br /&gt;[I am at this point standing up on the table starting a protest against unbalance mothers. If those throw-away-$100+- to buy-kid's-shoes-mothers could just donate a tee bit to those only-$50-shoes- mothers then the world would be better]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New shoe: reebok, $76 after discount.&lt;br /&gt;The extra $26 is my christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today;&lt;br /&gt;woke up to the osund of a stranger's vocie.&lt;br /&gt;zeng ran, bro's "best" friend was around.&lt;br /&gt;hurr.&lt;br /&gt;bro went to his ball ytd organised by army.&lt;br /&gt;He was suppsed to bring someone [a date]&lt;br /&gt;His first choice turned him down last time&lt;br /&gt;so he stled for 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;A junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he gets a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, MOL was okay.&lt;br /&gt;But i shoudl hva ejust invited someone, non christmian or christian .&lt;br /&gt;Kel and char nic just brought one frien else in th eend. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay I'm conking out. Goodnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113544196675797166?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113544196675797166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113544196675797166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113544196675797166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113544196675797166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/stuff.html' title='stuff.'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113518312209399047</id><published>2005-12-22T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T00:38:42.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>carollng II. the real one</title><content type='html'>Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be updating about the caroling in the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;But feelings, who can supress them? Not when they show up all 'uninvited'.&lt;br /&gt;I feel different after carolling.&lt;br /&gt;This sort of inner satisfication, like you did something to contribute to society, but more than that; even though the person doesnt really show any signs of gratitude, you may have just touched them deep within and really helped to spread the christmas joy and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I love the smell the atmosphere ,everything.&lt;br /&gt;I love it that it' s my King's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it that nobody remembers him.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it that this fat old guy caleld Santa Claus just steals the whole show away.&lt;br /&gt;I love the trimmings and food and presents and decor but I admit I get carried away sometimes. That isnt't he point of Christmas is it?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met at East Point, Simei at '5pm'.&lt;br /&gt;During which I had just barely survived mortifying myself in front of about 15 of ms ling's students.&lt;br /&gt;We were crammed into her upstairs room and I ran all the way there panting and puffing and realised me and another girl were the youngest. And realised that they were all pro pianists and I was just some amatueer forced into it. Had to play first, but ms ling spared me and I played second. Not that it made a lot of difference seeing in which i messed up the whole song. And it didnt help that first pianist had memorised a SONATA (imagine; a sonatina, aka a tiny sonata is about 4-5 pgs long) and was playing it effortlessly. And me? first I was kinda freaked out cos we had to bow and all that formal stuff and she was VIDEOING US. Then I really lost it when I started playing. The sound sounded all funny and I think that's cause my piano's really out of tuned and rusty and horrible. and the keys felt different too. Left hand was in another world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall skip the gory details of my humiliating experience.&lt;br /&gt;Next!!&lt;br /&gt;Simei. Took to Kallang, mrted.&lt;br /&gt;I gave up trying to jay walk cos there were no professional jay walkers to follow.&lt;br /&gt;I am such a law abiding citizen! Ya right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yj, kelly, nicole and jr were there already.&lt;br /&gt;We look so christmassy.&lt;br /&gt;Peishi, nicole- red&lt;br /&gt;me kel yj jr - green&lt;br /&gt;Then we plopped our watson 2 dollar shiny blue wizard hats with the hard tip ball.&lt;br /&gt;And march we on. Went up to 10th level, then walked down. First house was one of the two that let us in. 3 or so dogs. A dad and a son. We thougt since they let us in the rest should be easy. But no. Got lots of rejections, turn downs but he worst is when they just ignore us completely, and we cant see that faceless person  but we can see the flickering tv light in the darkness and we know that soemone is just sitting there watching it and probably cursing us to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, I was really disappointed to see people asking us for the catch; I mean you dont just go caroling FOR FREE. They expected to pay us some kinda donation or something, like they dont trust the idea that ppl just want to be nic eand are not out to cheat them or anything. Not that I blame them. I guess I would be doubtful too. The best house I would vote is the one with the super ferioucious dog. She let us in, and even her lil daughter sang along. Then we sang the chinese one; and her older daughter kind of kenw the words. I liked that house. Then when we went down she actually came down to look for us and wanted to give us 10 bucks but jr refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave the MOL tickets to this old malay guy. I think he was relaly touched by our carolling. He was already probably kind of having low self esteem cause he said 'why sing to an old guy like me' indicatin that he was 'not worth' singing too. And boy we did sing our best, and ps said she saw tears in his eyes and he lucky drawed and got hte MOL tickets! and we knew it was just right for him to get them, esp since simei and expo so near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrites. I can barely stay awake. Good nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113518312209399047?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113518312209399047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113518312209399047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113518312209399047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113518312209399047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/carollng-ii-real-one.html' title='carollng II. the real one'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113518142438087080</id><published>2005-12-21T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T00:10:24.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caroling away</title><content type='html'>And I'm just waiting here.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;Don't play too hard, you may never get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Just bide your time;&lt;br /&gt;act when you need it&lt;br /&gt;cause if you're not careful&lt;br /&gt;like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could just miss it'&lt;br /&gt;miss the boat&lt;br /&gt;miss the ride&lt;br /&gt;see them go off&lt;br /&gt;cry inside&lt;br /&gt;though you act all nonchalant&lt;br /&gt;though you put on a front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon the wall's just gonna&lt;br /&gt;tumble down&lt;br /&gt;you'll be exposed&lt;br /&gt;to the winds&lt;br /&gt;the vulnerable    thunder&lt;br /&gt;lightning and storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;a limited view&lt;br /&gt;if I had more choice&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I would&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just so stuck here&lt;br /&gt;I can barely breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the closest one there&lt;br /&gt;to talk to&lt;br /&gt;but now you hardly&lt;br /&gt;who can blame you?&lt;br /&gt;I was giving all the "right" signals&lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;No, not yet&lt;br /&gt;the 'perfectest' refraint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so why do I regret it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113518142438087080?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113518142438087080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113518142438087080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113518142438087080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113518142438087080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/caroling-away.html' title='caroling away'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113514574106089645</id><published>2005-12-21T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T14:15:41.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have already decided.&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious; and that's the way it's going to turn out next year.&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Unless you want to change it. Which I doubt you will.&lt;br /&gt;Always wondering why I couldnt be the one who be there.&lt;br /&gt;But now I know.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to be your second best.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be your best or your worst.&lt;br /&gt;Weighing the options I decide to be your worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the ultimatrium; all or none. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113514574106089645?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113514574106089645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113514574106089645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113514574106089645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113514574106089645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-have-already-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113513658197841724</id><published>2005-12-21T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T12:42:08.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas party with Parents g12 people.&lt;br /&gt;Havoc.&lt;br /&gt;The josh-ben-jamie trio marched into my room and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;I was multitasking between playing chongkat with josh (okay so he's themost civilised amoun them. well, the oldest...which is like 7?) and memory card game with ben. and i tried getting jamie to play with him but she wanted to sit and watch and bug me to hurry up cos its my turn. So I had to keep hoping that Josh's chongkat rounds lasted forever (anyway he's pretty quiet and stable so he shouldnt go bawling that i hadnt payed attention) and that ben's hyperactive self made him skip my turns so many times he might well win. but who cares. I wasnt even looking at the cards he flipped over so its a miracle i got some pairs which I flipped all by true luck or by a mere glance. Anyway soon the whole gang of guys (mind you, all below the age of 10) came trooping into my room and I knew it was going to be trouble so I switched off the lights and SHOOED them out to eat. Babysitters should get a payrise. Oh wait. There was one guy who was 11 I think and he had already reached the 'gel-spike-dye-hair' stage. How horrible. If I were to act cool I'd at least pick some other colour besides that obnoxious GOLD fringe of his. And they would be highlights, not just a plonk of gold at the tip of his forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate stuff and lucckily rachel sarah elizabeth cmae to save my skin.&lt;br /&gt;Ben was going around hugging people nad saying I love you.&lt;br /&gt;He's sweet, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sang carols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First service was a bore.&lt;br /&gt;Lacked all that enthu-ness of youth service&lt;br /&gt;and the worship songs were un jumpish too.&lt;br /&gt;Well. Were almost tempted to sneak over to city harvest.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, that would be too disloyal.&lt;br /&gt;Me, ps, yj and kelly.&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest went off after that and yj took off with my wrapper to Muar.&lt;br /&gt;The one that I painstakingly went back to take =///&lt;br /&gt;Met jr, amanda nic and did some sort of wrapping. Met her bf.&lt;br /&gt;Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squashed.&lt;br /&gt;A new word= Sqash! aka, a combination of crash and squash&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Fun but utterly tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water water everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;commonwealth-essayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning- Horseriding.&lt;br /&gt;SM, mara and me only.&lt;br /&gt;Tara was sick.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new theory.&lt;br /&gt;Chesnut geldings almost alwyas the most obedient ones =D&lt;br /&gt;aka, We are On and Winning Glory.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause their newted and their hormones sort of died down that rebellious streaks.&lt;br /&gt;Females tend to eat grass, so sue says.&lt;br /&gt;She was our trainer again. Did trotting and turning.&lt;br /&gt;It's harder to get the horse to trot then the actual trotting itself I think.&lt;br /&gt;And this fri's the last lesson. I will miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning the horses. And Sm I guess. I think I'm a lil evil. I wont miss sm's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now the important part of the 'day';&lt;br /&gt;came back from hr, mum stayed there and ate breakfast&lt;br /&gt;If they're nice she says considering getting a btsc membership.&lt;br /&gt;IF.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Rushed back, bathed, then rushed out.&lt;br /&gt;Sat in the bus stop waiting freaking long for the damn 162 and 167.&lt;br /&gt;I have two buses to orchard. and NONE shows up for a good 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Left house at 9:40 but the bus came like 10:10 or so, so reached orchard bout 10:30 or so.&lt;br /&gt;xy and em went to isetan in wisma so I had to go in looking like a lost idiot.&lt;br /&gt;finally xy went to fetch me went inside to buy em's ballet flats.&lt;br /&gt;silver is nicer =((&lt;br /&gt;well, whatever i'll never wear ballet flats.&lt;br /&gt;Then we exchanged pressies gave them candles and cards and xy gave us cookies x))&lt;br /&gt;Then went upstairs but flesh imp was closed.&lt;br /&gt;So was top shop&lt;br /&gt;So was surfbabe.&lt;br /&gt;So was most of the shoppable shops.&lt;br /&gt;So went upstairs, em wore her shoes then went back isetan&lt;br /&gt;Vintage mickey, tried on stuff for fun.&lt;br /&gt;The stuff there is ex, but we didnt know there was a discount.&lt;br /&gt;AND CHOO EM was like on a major shopping spree and super filty rich that day =/&lt;br /&gt;Cos her bday and christmas money and dont know what else.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the shops open, went into flesh imp; she bought a top&lt;br /&gt;Went back to vintage mickey, she bought a skirt&lt;br /&gt;me and xy just followed along looking lost&lt;br /&gt;oh wait xy bought fio's present.&lt;br /&gt;I brought 20 bucks, spent 10:50 on ice skating, 4 bucks on lunch and left 6 bucks. poor me.&lt;br /&gt;Then they went topshop and esprit and surfbabe and xy was looking for a tote bag which I too, will never wear. I'm just sling bag jeans converse shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took mrt to jurong.&lt;br /&gt;Long trip.&lt;br /&gt;Then arrived, saw 3 secones sitting at the mrt station looking lost.&lt;br /&gt;So we the 'sheperds' , zhuo yang de went to herd them up and went long john for lunch&lt;br /&gt;yummy.&lt;br /&gt;fio and char came soon later; then wanted to buy the sling bag there but no money. Then fio gave me this 'clever monkey' green thingy which is a tribute to me the clever. LOL. But i renamed it crazy monkey&lt;br /&gt;ICE SKATE.&lt;br /&gt;Really crowded.&lt;br /&gt;First we all held hands then gave up cos it was impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Suposed to be a harp outing but in the end there were the usual 4 sec2, 1 sec3 (VP), and several sec4s, jialin&amp;sister shiyun christine.&lt;br /&gt;Rather fun and i was taking people on amusement rides. I am called the 'spinner' in which I spin victims around until they scream or go dizzy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Total fall count:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fio- alot of near misses and kept clinging on to strangers for support =//&lt;br /&gt;em- fell once? cantrmb. The lost sheep.&lt;br /&gt;xy- one of the pro ones. I dont think she fell?&lt;br /&gt;me- I am the spinner, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;char- countless =) hee&lt;br /&gt;sec ones- quite a lot I think&lt;br /&gt;sec 4s- didnt see any, but might have&lt;br /&gt;vp- my favourite spinning person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite. time for me to face the music. Haha. Sorry for the pun. Her poor students; us; playing for eah other to critisize. HELP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113513658197841724?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113513658197841724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113513658197841724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113513658197841724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113513658197841724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113480836047698507</id><published>2005-12-17T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T16:32:40.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5566 and the max pav</title><content type='html'>Em just told me STARTLING NEWS.&lt;br /&gt;YTD was SAM'S BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;As in, sammy wammy!&lt;br /&gt;Okay wait. That's not the startling news&lt;br /&gt;the startling news is that i forgot. AHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Crap me. LOL. And worse is that xy has free tickets and I'm not going to see his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, furthermore, after they leave the Max pavillian with their bevy of screaming girl fans trailing after them and knocking things all over, FCBC will be there the next morning as usual having service. WEIRD. I wonder if I can still spot Sam's footprints the next day. Maybe I can see the leftover petals of the roses those diehard fans thrusted at them. Haha. Or maybe one of them scrawled behind the chairs something like Sam I love you. Which is supposed to be me, but crap I'm not there. XY help me write! Cos I know Sab will only be loyal to her 2 guys (forgot their names). Or maybe I can just sense their ex-presence there on sun. Nah, I'm suppose to sense God's presence. Okay nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113480836047698507?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113480836047698507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113480836047698507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113480836047698507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113480836047698507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/5566-and-max-pav.html' title='5566 and the max pav'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113480432263888281</id><published>2005-12-17T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T15:25:22.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm scared of my own room.&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now. I tried transfering the computer to my room. The old one. The upstairs, rotting fat bulky one. But it's still a computer- no internet however. So why do I need it? For venting purposes. Heheh. All I need is Microsoft Word. Then I can type myself away into another world. In the privacy of my room wihtout the usual 'this is the study and the whole family has aaccess to it' talk. No more me aggresively shoo-ing people out of the study so i can work. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE buy the next issue of Learning Odessy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113480432263888281?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113480432263888281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113480432263888281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113480432263888281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113480432263888281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-scared-of-my-own-room.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113479588533169428</id><published>2005-12-17T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T13:04:45.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas isnt christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thurs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano, tuition, photo-taking.&lt;br /&gt;It was okay. I wore mum's beige long sleeved collared shirt, grey LONG skirt. EEH. Look so formal la, and in the end my legs were cut off =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning;&lt;br /&gt;Only me and Mara were there for the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Other two went on holl I think. Trail ride. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. Sorry, I know I sound so dead and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a damn foul mood right now.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas. Why bother with all the partying and decorations?&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll live better off as a matchstick girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113479588533169428?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113479588533169428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113479588533169428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113479588533169428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113479588533169428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-isnt-christmas.html' title='christmas isnt christmas...'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113464559083390597</id><published>2005-12-15T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T19:19:50.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>HAH! So, I didnt get to write that essay. BUT SO WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;Humpty &amp; dumpty and terrapin and Rabbit,&lt;br /&gt;you both pulled through!&lt;br /&gt;you ridiculous sounding folktales which I half made up half copied =))&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD ROCKS LIKE HELL MAN. actually, hell doesnt rock.&lt;br /&gt;GOD ROCKS LIKE HEAVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. Look forward to the next issue of Learning Odessy (ah crap, see i cant even spell it).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113464559083390597?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113464559083390597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113464559083390597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113464559083390597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113464559083390597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113464391537706774</id><published>2005-12-15T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T18:51:55.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing</title><content type='html'>Oh man. I'm just missing you too much. It's this big fat pit in my stomach, falling...&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I'll never talk to you ever again. The jokes we shared. The times, countless. Bye. A replacement? Not any time soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113464391537706774?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113464391537706774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113464391537706774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113464391537706774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113464391537706774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/missing.html' title='missing'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113463838892140915</id><published>2005-12-15T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T18:38:20.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>under the mistletoe</title><content type='html'>I made four bowls of MEE-SOTO today =))&lt;br /&gt;No, dont worry. They aren't made of my brain substances [Note: to Glyn].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mee Soto = Mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEH.&lt;br /&gt;Today is official decorate-the-house-in-a-budget-day!&lt;br /&gt;Aunt. Marissa taught me how to make mistletoes! [And no, it's not for the purpose of standing under it and hoping to get kissed &gt;.&lt;. Of course, anyone who wants to... I charge 1.00 per minute. No guaruantee on who kisses you to though]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made out of cardboard, crepe paper, styrofoam. And the total tally of the supplies is less than 10 bucks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they will be so impressed. we have candles floating with orchid petals in the dim light, cinnamon scented =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;The famly wants to take a family potrait.&lt;br /&gt;You know, those sit in the studios kinda portrait.&lt;br /&gt;The kind where you have to wear fancy dresses.&lt;br /&gt;Which I'm not. Jeans, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time we took was 10 years ago. That's so cool. A time capsule. Sort-of. Then we can take again in 2015. ERPS. And I'll be 24? OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's back. I dont want to be annoyed again. I cried again. Because? Because I couldnt use the computer to write my commonwealth essay, cause she was in the study and knowing my working style.. it means close all doors and all curtains, no music, answering machine on, few hours straight. AND THAT IS STUPID, because why should I cry over a freaking essay? ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113463838892140915?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113463838892140915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113463838892140915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113463838892140915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113463838892140915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/under-mistletoe.html' title='under the mistletoe'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113452396931309204</id><published>2005-12-14T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T10:01:53.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lost wallet and so on</title><content type='html'>I've just realised a regular trend in my blog. I'm always 2 days behind time!!&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. Maybe cos I like to go into details about every single thing I write. That's why I have trouble shortening stuff. So I shall give you a brief recount of Sunday (This has taken an immeasurably great amount of restraint, as there are so many things I want to say). I have not gotten round to putting my life in a novel yet (It was supposed to be my maiden novel into the world. Guess not. Maybe yj's life is more interesting to work on. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cont.&lt;br /&gt;Service was really really great.&lt;br /&gt;The first few songs were really rocking ones, tell the world, running after you, one way&lt;br /&gt;and it SORTA resembled fop in a way, except the crowd was much less enthu. HAHA. No cute lead singers or guitarists for the screaming fans. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after service each network went to sign some board to commemorate first day at expo.&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote my name. My signature changes every time, so I figured it wasn't very reliable and I may not recognise it next time.&lt;br /&gt;Met dan, took shuttle bus to simei, changed in city hall and went orchard.&lt;br /&gt;It was his pre-birthday celebration. Supposed to watch Pride and Prejudice with family in Lido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to sue lido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;bought popcorn and drinks, went into cinema. The show was really really really romantic and classic. Not for those who like fast paced action shows. Kind of mushy actually, but sweet =D&lt;br /&gt;Though I didnt get quite a lot of parts cause they spoke to fastand their accents are true brit accents not like our accostomed singlish english. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;We were lining up to eat in Olio Dome when bam- Dad just realised his wallet and hp were missing. Anxious level high. Frantic level extreme. I wanted to go up with Dad to look in the cinema but then mum said dont want in case i also get lost (hello?! Im a LIFE sized human, not a wallet! I wont get lost in a shopping mall) But nevermind. She let Dan go up and search, which is probably a better choice cos he's more levelheaded whereas I'll be all crazy and frantically searching for the wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. TOILET BREAK&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back. Anyway, they returned after a really really long while and as you know, I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't find it. So we just went back to the car. Cos we probably couldnt afford dinner anyway. But thank God we still had the car keys. So we could drive- to thomson neighbourhood police post -.- I would never have dreamed that my brother's bday celebration would end us up here. But all the lido workers were interriogated and they didnt prove anything. Then sat around and finally ate hawker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRIED my best to do my folktales that Aunt. Elizabeth wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Humpty Dumpty and Rabbit and Terrapin REMIX&lt;br /&gt;They both sound and are ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner;  we had the actual celebration! Ate Olio Dome for real this time. I love margheretta pizza (speling?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caroling practice at jiarong's tuition centre.&lt;br /&gt;four songs:&lt;br /&gt;rudolf&lt;br /&gt;silent night&lt;br /&gt;chinese song cant rmb name&lt;br /&gt;we wish you a merry christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;today. reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113452396931309204?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113452396931309204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113452396931309204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113452396931309204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113452396931309204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/lost-wallet-and-so-on.html' title='the lost wallet and so on'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113437750760193282</id><published>2005-12-12T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T18:40:43.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my not so great life so far</title><content type='html'>mighty great lot of stuff happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HR- trotting. Had help from the other 4 stnics. Man. Bobby, you're one bad horse. Missed a turn. Then sprained arm undoing girth. Bathed, scraped Bob.&lt;br /&gt;went back with SM, had killer stomach ache.&lt;br /&gt;cancelled practice run in MR.&lt;br /&gt;Jr and mich werent that keen anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Picked Joanne up.&lt;br /&gt;Lunched. Played cards.&lt;br /&gt;Went PS, neos. I didnt buy her christmas wallet in the end. Too ex, so I just treated her to the neos as her present. I don't think she minded. Then some really crap stuff happened but thank thank thank God I didnt have to pay. Was walking around in Action City and some dude was packing and unpacking the cups, and before I knew it I just knocked one over and it broke. Just crashed and broke. So I just stared at him sheepishly while everyone was staring at me. Then he just waved us off and said nevermind. Whoa. Close shave. Then we ran all the way inside the shop and hid under some robots. I'd seriously thought i'll have to buy the broken cup. YAY. action city rocks. They're nice.&lt;br /&gt;Went all the way there, all the way back.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner, made worm package.&lt;br /&gt;Cosy little beds in the attic, stuffed it with pillows.&lt;br /&gt;Washed up, snuggled in.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the middle of the night for midnight, or actually 1am feast.&lt;br /&gt;A tradition started by us. Supposed to be insstant noodles. But it was our last sleepover ever. And no instant noodles. Bread and butter and spices xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIG run. We met in Kallang Mrt. Thought I was early but guess what, ps was an hour earlier. Supposed to run with all we had so I brought a small handphone pouch which I stuffed ezlink and money in. Saw Zongxia and some PLites as well. YAY. Yoznet gets bigger! WHEE. Michelle, Peishi, Kel and JR. HMM, just thought of something. I should probably cut and paste this in cell blog. Anyway, tompang-ed Kelly's bag. thanks! M, Ps K me another char and mabel were in Team B. Had to wait around for ages until finally the baton was passed to us. Grabbed one of those metal tins and started running. Our team even had our own mascot- a chihuahua with his purple leash. Haha. But he slowed us down quite a bit cause he liked to sniff stuff on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought we'd be running for ages but it was only about 3 bus stops distance. And some car was following us all the way filming us. &gt;.&lt; So embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan Kayu for roti prata. We were early, went to the church, nobody was there, so went to eat prata. Long queue, missed bits of the flagmaking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then all hell broke loose. Lightning, Thunder, combination of everything horrible possible. The rain was so heavy hardly can see in front of yourself. We half ran half walked to the bus stop. Drenched. Then waited about 1/2 hour for a taxi. They finally called one and I was left stranded there waiting for Dad to pick me to go straight to Dan's commissioning parade. Argh. I practically had to squat on the bus stop seat cuase everytime a car zoomed by I get splashed with water all over again. Got into car, chnaged into jeans and collared shirt. Uncomfortable scale 10. And the purple shirt is too small anyway. Just bought &gt;.&lt;. Was just really moody and all during the whole parade, I don't know why. Maybe cos of the toosmall purple shirt which I had to keep pulling down or being caught in the storm and whisked off to some place. Everyone was dressing so formal when I don't see why. Okay, the president was there but not as if he could see us sitting in the breaches fanning ourselves and splitting wide their chiongsams. Singaporeans are too used to this heat. Spent the time SMS-ing using Aunt Marissa's hp. Pro-activeness! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was put charge as official camerawoman. At least it took my mind off things. Was snapping away photos at once, from the point where these white soldiers came marching in. It was a really big deal to all the parents, all of them frantically scanning the parade for their son amoungst the identical same white crisp straight uniform, same grim mouth, tannned face, hat, gun, pants, position. Blah. Alright, I was proud of my brother but you didnt have to go all the way to that extent. I personally prefer casual celebration; aka bringing bro out to a meal in, say pizzahut wearing just tshirt and boardshorts. YAY. No stiff uniforms, formal [a monkey just threw a fruit on the sliding door. Almost hit me] stuff and just free and easy. Me and Aunt. Marissa entertained ourselves through the guy next to her which was really amusing to watch. He would hold his two big hands in the air just before the applause and then clap really loudly like a littl eboy. Then he would go, Waahhhh when the smart troop of soldiers did their stunts. Funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took pics, and they did that 'congratulations, and celebrations' song and threw up their hats and started hugging each other. Me and aunt. marissa went off earlier to grab our dinenr while mum and dad stayed for the dinner there. ate pizza x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST SERVICE AT EXPO.&lt;br /&gt;Left house 9:45, reached bus stop 10 and watched 980 pass before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I am stupid sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Waited 20 mins, bus finally came. I almost strangled the bus driver. Was already late late. Bus crowded and had to negotiate round some aunties and some workers.&lt;br /&gt;Took 1hr 10 mins altogether.&lt;br /&gt;MRT from Kallang  --&gt; Changi Airport. Took about 1/2 hour. Everyone came out during Expo stop. Me and some tourists left. Felt so funny and extra. Going Changi Airport for no reasons.&lt;br /&gt;CAF! Changi Airport Fanatics!&lt;br /&gt;YAY. Kel, YJ was there.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for PS, then took SKYTRAIN to T1. I love the airport!&lt;br /&gt;Everything's so fascinating. They have the best foods, best view, best waterfalls, best transportation. Ate at this fast food place called popeyes (I know. Sounds like popeye the sailor man *tootoot* And sounds like pop-eyes. which is disgusting). But the food rocks. They have mashed potato, fries, 3 chicken strips, a muffin or scone which they call a biscuit, a drink for 5:95. Which is rather cheap considering airport food.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back to Expo, ran like crazy people to Max Pav. Follow the yellow footsteps!&lt;br /&gt;Walked past hall8, city harvest.&lt;br /&gt;Walked into hall9, fcbc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113437750760193282?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113437750760193282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113437750760193282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113437750760193282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113437750760193282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-not-so-great-life-so-far_12.html' title='my not so great life so far'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113405556010353070</id><published>2005-12-08T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T23:29:05.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/1600/haha%20(=.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/320/haha%20%28%3D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/1600/FINAL%20THINGGGYG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5163/887/320/FINAL%20THINGGGYG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below pic: original blogskin bg i made for jan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the onion had the nerve to go and change it! Note the drastic difference at the bottom left area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above: x(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113405556010353070?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113405556010353070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113405556010353070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113405556010353070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113405556010353070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/below-pic-original-blogskin-bg-i-made.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113404999679308866</id><published>2005-12-08T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T21:53:16.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THANK GOD THANK GOD THANK GOD I DID NOT GO FOR THE OBS CAMP TODAY-SAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;I've never sent out so many letters for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;One to blah&lt;br /&gt;Another to Singtel to pay for the 63.00 I exceeded&lt;br /&gt;Another Christmas card to Aunt. Edith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113404999679308866?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113404999679308866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113404999679308866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113404999679308866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113404999679308866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/thank-god-thank-god-thank-god-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113402650574377707</id><published>2005-12-08T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T19:51:27.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mum's back.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Po gave me a flowery bossini shirt which I will never wear &gt;.&lt; Mum bought me a key chain ring with lots of cute disney characters hanging there for their dear lives. Yay. Sleepover tomorrow. Plus buying presents. I've been scrounging my whole garden for worms and I still can't find any. I even rummaged through the bushes and climbed trees, raided the flower pots *cough Nothing. Except for a nasty sting by the bee, cause I mistook his baby bee for a worm. Seems like I'll have to buy one after all. Waste money =( I don't know what to get Dan. Should I do him those arty farty kinda bottles (I picked out two green bottles from the trash today). Thinking of turning it into those things where you turn it horizontally and put sand and a small sailship inside and stuff. But how the hell do you put the thing through the small hole? And I'm not exactly up to his artistic standards, so perhaps I should leave art for the artist. Ms Ling wants a few of her students to go to her house one day and listen to each other play. And prepare three pieces that you are confident in. I am only confident in one exam piece which is really short and the easiest of the exam pieces so playing it will just result in yawns. I think I will just embarrass myself in front of everyone. Heh. Sometimes I even mess up when playing for Ms Ling. Unlke when I'm just alone at home. Hmm, it's not that I don't like music. But I lack passion. KK just practices once a week and she passed her grade 8 with distinctions! Hmph. and considering that we ARE immediate cousins, where are my music genes?! &lt;br /&gt;Well, some people are just naturals. They move with the music. Haha. I'm more of the sit stifly in the seat, practice-for-hours-but-in-the-end-don't-get-anyhing kind. Actually my 'practice for hours' consists of toilet breaks, food breaks, tv breaks, com breaks. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired already and I didn't do anything physically exhausting today. Besides reading, of course. Eyes do count as part of the physical body, dont they? Tomorrow have to practice running in mcritchie with jia rong and michelle the ex-tracker. I'll be the one lagging behind. whoo hoo. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113402650574377707?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113402650574377707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113402650574377707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113402650574377707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113402650574377707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/mums-back.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113393571338033022</id><published>2005-12-07T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T14:08:33.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This lullaby is the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This lullaby is what I want to sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This lullaby is what that takes me into a another world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world without pain, injustice or rejection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where soft willows blow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the rustling winds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where autumn leaves fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where snowflakes descend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where late dandilions bloom in the awakening of dawn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the shadows stretch across the horizon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staring at the distance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staring at the Sunset&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just the break of day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another lullaby will be sung&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A work of art created&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An experience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A heartbeat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But none replace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This lullaby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This lullaby is the one&lt;br /&gt;This lullaby is what I want to sing&lt;br /&gt;This lullaby is what that takes me into a another world&lt;br /&gt;The world without pain, injustice or rejection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-just random poetic feelings of mine.&lt;br /&gt;inspired by a book's title. although I haven't read it yet *SORRY yj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I go off, then whip around to stare at your back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horserode yesteday again.  Third lesson. Shit. which means in 5 lessons time I will be banished from touching the mane of any horse ever again. I got SM's last week horse We Are On. He was such a nicey. A gentle (old?) guy, white stripe down his handsome chesnut face. SM's, penelope was a pretty one, but really stubborn. I like big horses better. Did usual walk around the paddock, turned from point H to F, A to M.. that kinda stuff. Then we tried doing morning excercises while on the horse. Swung our arms around and round, touched the tip of the horses' ear, stretched all the way to touch the tail. Stood up on stir-ups. Put back their stuff, went to eat 'breakfast' at the cafe with SM. haha. She's a mean one. But she treated me to fries and vegetarian samosas (our 4th choice, after the rst were unavailable). Plus her bro dropped me at Thomson plaza again. So she's forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathed, then went to comic place with xy and em again. I have a prediction that we will go back there at least 2 times before school reopens. I hope. It's starting to become our fave haunt. Em and me were earlier, so read and returned some library books. I forced myself NOT to borrow anymore. I still have 13 books unread. Saving Francesca is battling contents under pressure for top notch. Read for 3 hours (six bucks. goodbye.) then ate lunch, KFC. Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuitioned. YAY. lao shi's going to teach me and Aunt. Marissa to make dumplings! No, not those banana leaf rice thingys we learn in textbook =/ I meant the japanese fried dumplings ! YUM YUM. But don't know when. Then completed the chinese compo. HEHEH. I wrote the first part and she sort of helped me finish up the last part. (Meaning: I talk and tell her my ideas and seh write). That's what tuition teachers are for, aren't they? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, last few hours of freedom&lt;br /&gt;About 2 hours later and It's back to Joyce: Life, Diet and Mood under the MOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't sound very inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not started work yet. And I'm living on the ang bao money since Feb which I'd forgotten to put in my bank. HEE. Or is it the money from the relatives for a late birthday?! I can't remember. Oh, no it isnt. It's the 200 bucks Dad gave me for not doing dangerous, stupid, revolting, anything-that-makes-my-grades-drop-drastically, getting involved with ahem stuff this year award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I would'nt get so much now that he knew I'd been on the com until 3am in the morning. But I improved. Last night slept at 2am. I'll better try adjusting now since by tonight I'll be hitting the sack before 11.30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113393571338033022?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113393571338033022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113393571338033022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113393571338033022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113393571338033022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-lullaby.html' title='this lullaby'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113377335693791360</id><published>2005-12-05T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T17:02:36.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;I can talk!&lt;br /&gt;On msn!&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. You seriously dont appreciate sth till you lose it.&lt;br /&gt;okay, thanks to alexia*em's new name's great suggestion to restart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new solution to these situations; use your nick to type what you want x)) It really works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113377335693791360?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113377335693791360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113377335693791360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113377335693791360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113377335693791360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-i-can-talk-on.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113377233599096234</id><published>2005-12-05T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T16:45:35.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now i know how it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;To just sit there and stare while everyone talks on.&lt;br /&gt;I GUESS MSN MESSENGER HATING ME DOES TEACH ME A FEW LESSONS.&lt;br /&gt;But I CANNOT stand just being in the conversation and everytime I want to say somthing they say it cannot be delivered. ARGHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks em for helping me do the navigations thingy. Didnt get a chance to say anything. Btw, the problem happened just when I added xy into the conversation! Xy, do you have anything to say?! HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. But I like my new blogskin. As usual, it is not new but copied and edited. HEE=D&lt;br /&gt;Slacked the whole day today.&lt;br /&gt;Joanne may be coming sleepover on fri-sat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of editing blogskins.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should jsut use the ready made ones from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not started on work either.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I pick up the phone telling myself to call someone I put it down again.&lt;br /&gt;"Mr Lao Ah Pek, does your kid need tuitioning?"&lt;br /&gt;Don't fancy getting yelled at. People can be rude. I mean, I would be irritated if some person called up and kept advertising their stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113377233599096234?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113377233599096234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113377233599096234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113377233599096234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113377233599096234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/now-i-know-how-it-feels-like.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113376382145054572</id><published>2005-12-05T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T14:31:08.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw this in Jan's blog and decided to give it a try, though I'm not really into these quizes kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mieko Yamada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's" your Japanese Name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Karamel Sutra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/karamel-sutra.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Plain on the outside, but once someone gets in, they're stuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERH. Never tried this flavour before. And I don't think I will. It sounds quite disguesting actually. Hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those thinking of giving me currypuff or agaragar for christmas, I'm sorry but that will not be possible. Well, if you really manage to do it (though I don't see how) then I have to hand it to you. But it's just one of my weird fantasies and dreams so don't bother figuring out what they mean. *xy: shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just fried spaghetti. It's my 3rd try, and I think I may have the potential to start an Italian Restaurant. Well, I would be the most frequent customer! What do you think of that? Please comment! Then again, I think I'm better off writing cookbooks instead. I'm only good at writing stuff without actually doing them. Just like I'm doing now. I like blogging about doing my hw when I'm not actually doing it. But I did do my Macbeth worksheet just now, i.e, lifting the entire paragraph from the internet. They did say RESEARCH didnt they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113376382145054572?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113376382145054572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113376382145054572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113376382145054572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113376382145054572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-saw-this-in-jans-blog-and-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113375669104648137</id><published>2005-12-05T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T12:24:51.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, woke up exceptionally late.&lt;br /&gt;10:30.&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 3am. So I still don't get 8 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played chess the other day with bro. Realised that I haven't played for so long I almost forgot how each piece moves. Yes, needless to say I lost. But hello, he, the chess champion of his primary school days, the one who's been borrowing library books about CHESS the whole week, and me, the one who hasnt played in 2 years. Everytime I move something I think looks OKAY, he tells me it's not a good move because he has thought about 4 moves in advance already =/ the result of my little pawn moving a step forawrd could spark several chains of eating and checkmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the influence of Fiona I have also started exploring the world of Neopets with LESS of a skeptical this-is-a-boring-kiddy-game-and-a-waste-of-time attitude. Wouldn't you know it, it was actually rather fun =D Okay, plus the fact that I've not played for 3 yrs + and everything seems to have changed and become a fascination rather than a norm to me. Also cos I got to use xiying's account for awhile xD. to EXPERIMENT. Heehee. But I still won't admit to playing it on a regular basis. i figure I'd be bored by the end of the week. I need something new to fascinate me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squash lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Had them yesterday, with Sab, xy and pearlyn.&lt;br /&gt;CherryHill Condominium. Waited for the pig to come fetch me from the backgate, then headed to the squash courts. Xy's Dad not a bad coach, although the theory part was seriously boring =/. when squash was invented(18 something?) , where was it invented (England I think), why was it invented (cos the prisoners were trapped in four walls and didnt know what to do), how it was invented, and how it gradually became known as SQUASH!&lt;br /&gt;Fiddled around with the rackett and balls and then finally got to enter the court! We did the bouncing thingy on the racket and took turns to do it for 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;And the best part of the lesson was that Ding Ding was there!&lt;br /&gt;Aww, the cute little guy was spurting out nonsensical stuff like "I want to play!" (ok, not very nonsensical but nvm) But that made him all the cuter!Then he was running around the court in his little shoes playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lessons, gym-ed. Ran on the treadmill and watched TV. Then I sat on one of those big green bouncy balls and copied the tv advert. You know, the one where this lady sits on a ball and goes, "hao wan" and then after that another ball comes bouncing in and she says, "chao hao wan" hahaha. I don't know, I found it so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner, pizzahut =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, comic shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113375669104648137?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113375669104648137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113375669104648137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113375669104648137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113375669104648137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-woke-up-exceptionally-late.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113371262497789815</id><published>2005-12-04T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T00:10:25.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you can guess, it's 11:48 at the moment and I still have not touched the shakespeare worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched SEA games. I know, I'm &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;bored.&lt;br /&gt;But it's quite fun to watch, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I was cheering for Singapore. So patriotic hor? And I was hoping the other countries would fall down or sth. HEHE. I am mean what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to switchfoot Meant To.&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more. How true.&lt;br /&gt;Here, everyoen forgets the fourth dimension.&lt;br /&gt;the final dimension.&lt;br /&gt;the spiritual dimension.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody, please read my wishlist around the SHOUT! CD area *hinthint. Christmas is coming soon. Spent the afternoon decorating Aunt Edith's card.  I did the glue napkin thing. We have yet to string up the stockings and tree =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of trying to get into the Christmas spirit. SORT OF. I like Christmas. It's all that greeny redy whitey stuff. Christmas trees. My favourite trees. And the fact that Christmas songs can be sung openly without them actually knowing what they're singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my bags are packed, I'm ready to goI'm standin' here outside your doorI hate to wake you up to say goodbyeBut the dawn is breakin', it's early mornThe taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his hornAlready I'm so lonesome I could dieSo kiss me and smile for meTell me that you'll wait for meHold me like you'll never let me go'Cause I'm leaving on a jet planeI don't know when I'll be back againOh, babe, I hate to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113371262497789815?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113371262497789815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113371262497789815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113371262497789815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113371262497789815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/as-you-can-guess-its-1148-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113370555413580987</id><published>2005-12-04T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T22:12:34.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FORGOT WHAT I WANTED TO UPDATE ABOUT! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, BOYCOTT escape!If we'd been there 2 days earlier, we would be dead. (Well, injured actually) But whatever. How can such a thing happen?! Okay, maybe the two skinny girls slipped through the bar but HOW SKINNY CAN THEY GET?! I mean, if they're THAT skinny that means I'm quite okay, I suppose. But it's quite obvious that it's the problem with the machine. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus,I have decided the venue of my next birthday party! =DD .It will be...*BRACE YOURSELVES* canoeing at McRitchie x)). HAHAAHA. Stop giving me that look. It's fun alright. Went there on Saturday morning with Dad. Did something which I would consider equal to the netballer's suicidal stuff. HEEHEE. I think la. Maybe I have low standards. Jogged to McRitchie, 1.5km. Stitch hurt but I survived. Kicked off our shoes, rented 2 canoes and went sailing along...in the deep blue sea. I saw a tortoise stuck in some weeds under the mangrovey stuff! And I wanted to recue it too, but then I couldnt manoeveur the canoe and I ACCIDENTLY ROWED OVER THE POOR TORTOISE! Felt this crakk sound and I was really freaking out, started paddling like mad away. Turns out I just brushed over his shell but he went underwater right after that. OOPS. So much for saving him. HEHEE. A few of his fellow species got subjected to such torture by me as well. Hey, I meant well okay. But at the end of the day, no tortoises died, none got picked up and put in the canoe, none were overly harassed, none were poked or prodded at, and all were still alive and kicking. Really kicking in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH CRAP. I just remembered I switched on the com to do my macbeth hw. Don't worry. This happens pretty often. I on the com telling myself to do homework and this is what happens.&lt;br /&gt;Sat. Last HRBC. Last TCT service. Last everything. Went library before cell, then cell where we laughed and laughed and didnt pray &gt;.&lt;. Then service. which was really ODD, I dont know how to describe it. Instead of usual praise-worship-sermon thing, there was praise, sermon, worship and then Lord's Supper which was in this special 'on board' convienient all-in-one package thingy xD.complete with a piece of wafer at the top!&lt;br /&gt;just watched star awards 05. yay =) Nobody seemed disappointed. I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113370555413580987?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113370555413580987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113370555413580987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113370555413580987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113370555413580987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-forgot-what-i-wanted-to-update-about.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113351319528018235</id><published>2005-12-02T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T16:46:35.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escape-d.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be clique thing, but in the end only me and lizzie could make it.&lt;br /&gt;the first stripo day ever.&lt;br /&gt;and probably the last =(&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the usual.&lt;br /&gt;took wet and wild twice.&lt;br /&gt;first time, photo didnt turn out well.&lt;br /&gt;second.. well. better than first. though lizzie's eyes were closed and my hair was flying everywhere. we sort of wanted to pose by using our hands.&lt;br /&gt;then bought the keychain just for memory's sake. haha. i would've used the money for eating otherwise!&lt;br /&gt;Played rather a lot of games. And won none =(&lt;br /&gt;BOOHOO =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning. tuition.&lt;br /&gt;didnt have much plans.&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to be guai guai homework day.&lt;br /&gt;turned out to be notty notty comic/storybook day.&lt;br /&gt;heheeh.&lt;br /&gt;lunch. em ame all the way from marine parade =/&lt;br /&gt;dunno why. when she got direct bus to bukit merah. I know!&lt;br /&gt;cause she wanted free lunch =.=&lt;br /&gt;fried rice. went down to pick her from bata and from backview she look like some 30year old business woman.&lt;br /&gt;and animal world turned out to be animal square. That makes sense now.&lt;br /&gt;Took 2 minute shower.&lt;br /&gt;Agreed to wear skirts. Met xy in thomson plaza. She was eating her bread from ya kun.&lt;br /&gt;855-ed. Haha. I addicted xy and em to library books while on the bus !&lt;br /&gt;I am a good introducer !&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my HAO JIE SHOU, we were reading for 2 hrs plus in the comic shop&lt;br /&gt;and also thanks to enmei NOT reminding me, I stupidly forgot to bring the coupons =//&lt;br /&gt;which were suppose to entitle us to first hour free.&lt;br /&gt;oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed to Library.&lt;br /&gt;And xy was so fascinated by it.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! like she never seen a high tech library before xD&lt;br /&gt;introduced them to the wonders of romantic novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home. Reached home late but not as late as em and xy. Sorry la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horseriding lessons in morning.&lt;br /&gt;sah bae to!&lt;br /&gt;Why you cannot come? It's perfectly safe!&lt;br /&gt;I checked what horse I got- LOBO!&lt;br /&gt;according to aunt marissa, it's a famous singer.&lt;br /&gt;and is male.&lt;br /&gt;But he's nice =D&lt;br /&gt;White horse, grey mane.&lt;br /&gt;Two people shared one horse. I shared We Are On with Siew Ming, and the two nine year olds shared Bobby. Did the stirrup thing again. Then mounted, rode few rounds. Learnt to walk, stop turn. Then dismount, adjust stirrup, walk back, return saddle and bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THEM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their nice soft velvety noses and all xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took lift back from SM. Man, I feel positively like a free loader.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It was my Dad actually. Went there first thing he asked was Sm's bro if I could take a lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that just because I once put a nice vintage photo of us harpists in perth, people assumed I was some blogskin designing pro. HEHEH. well maybe i joked i was. I MERELY replaced the org pic with something else! And I really don't know all the html stuff and how to move the pic right -&gt; left kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW FIONA &amp; LIZ are demanding skins and complaining about the previous job &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote my Humpty Dumpty story.&lt;br /&gt;Today is deemed homework day.&lt;br /&gt;But I did nothing, as usual. I planend to use the com for my newspaper reviews.&lt;br /&gt;And ended up on blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I cant find motivation to start working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113351319528018235?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113351319528018235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113351319528018235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113351319528018235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113351319528018235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/escape.html' title='escape'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113350489989232612</id><published>2005-12-02T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T14:28:19.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spirit</title><content type='html'>I hear the wind across the plain&lt;br /&gt;A sound so strong - that calls my name&lt;br /&gt;It's wild like the river - it's warm like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Ya it's here - this is where I belong Under the starry skies - where eagles have flown&lt;br /&gt;This place is paradise - it's the place I call home&lt;br /&gt;The moon on the mountains&lt;br /&gt;The whisper through the trees&lt;br /&gt;The waves on the water&lt;br /&gt;Let nothing come between this and me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everything I want - is everything that's here&lt;br /&gt;And when when we're all together - there's nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;And wherever I wander - the one thing I've learned&lt;br /&gt;It's to here - I will always....always return&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113350489989232612?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113350489989232612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113350489989232612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113350489989232612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113350489989232612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/spirit.html' title='spirit'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113344857276219571</id><published>2005-12-01T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:49:32.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY TALK.</title><content type='html'>Got added by some weird person. Turns out he's a p6er.&lt;br /&gt;Well actually, he's not the weird one. It's his 15 year&lt;br /&gt;old SECONDARY ONE brother, who got retained THREE times&lt;br /&gt;in primary school. Explains why it took so long for some&lt;br /&gt;stuff to get into his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first he asked the usual stuff. Name, age blabla,&lt;br /&gt;girl or boy. Then he asked how old I was twice cos he&lt;br /&gt;forgot I think. And I almost yelled that I was sec2 and&lt;br /&gt;sorta implied the why-am-I-even-talking-to-you tone. BUT&lt;br /&gt;it didnt register. Then he asked if i wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;friends?! HAHAHA. I almost laughed my head off, imagining&lt;br /&gt;him to be some primaryONE kid begging me to be friends. I&lt;br /&gt;had already stopped asking that in p2 when I realise it&lt;br /&gt;wasn't working.And he naturally assumes that since he got&lt;br /&gt;introduced to my email thru his classmate, I should know&lt;br /&gt;and memorise everysingle soul in his class (I don't even&lt;br /&gt;know everyone in my school, does he expect me to knwo&lt;br /&gt;some person from another school, p6?) "Do you know xxxx?&lt;br /&gt;or YYYY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just when I thought he was a lil too straightforward&lt;br /&gt;(to put it mildly), his brother proved him wrong alrite.&lt;br /&gt;Man, after the usual curious crap he asked if my hair was&lt;br /&gt;long or short?! Like why the hell does he care whether&lt;br /&gt;it's long or short? It's not as if I'm goign to stand in&lt;br /&gt;the middle of orchard rd one day and wait for him to&lt;br /&gt;identify me! Then came the "wanna be friends" part. But I&lt;br /&gt;was really stunned beyond comprehension cos here I was&lt;br /&gt;thinking perhaps the younger bro is one of the rare&lt;br /&gt;species and surely the older one must be more matured&lt;br /&gt;when dejavu, he asked the same thing. GAH &gt;.&lt; I can't&lt;br /&gt;take it anymore! I guess it runs in the blood huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was only the tip of the iceberg. I was talking to&lt;br /&gt;pandy at that time anyway, and she wanted to joni the&lt;br /&gt;conversation cos I was ventilating out my irritation on&lt;br /&gt;her and she thought'll it'll be kinda fun to talk to the&lt;br /&gt;guy. Anyway, to shorten the whole thing, it ends up he is&lt;br /&gt;some psychopathic deprived, pervertic guy who just needs&lt;br /&gt;some attention. First he wanted us to make him laugh and&lt;br /&gt;tell jokes (that was the OK part). THEN, he wanted to&lt;br /&gt;know how pandy (he took a liking to her) tickled ppl?!&lt;br /&gt;And wanted her to tickle him?! So we told him, how can,&lt;br /&gt;you're on the other side of the world. And he says, just&lt;br /&gt;pretend I'm there. By then we're starting to get some bad&lt;br /&gt;vibes from this sicko cos he keeps saying tell pandy to&lt;br /&gt;tickle me NOW. And then he says the same thing all over&lt;br /&gt;again and when we answer his question he just ignores it&lt;br /&gt;and asks it all over again. HAHAHA. By then I'd learnt&lt;br /&gt;not to take him seriously so we were just toying around&lt;br /&gt;and laughing at him. xD. Not a bad source of&lt;br /&gt;entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the worse part yet. His bro went to put him on the&lt;br /&gt;web cam and NO, he did not look like some mentally&lt;br /&gt;deranged guy. In fact, he looked like the average&lt;br /&gt;singapore joe. Add on glasses, nerdy look. And that made&lt;br /&gt;it all the worse! `Cause "harmless" nerdy guys.. you&lt;br /&gt;never know what goes on in their mind. Then he had the&lt;br /&gt;nerve to ask if he looked handsome in the webcam and I&lt;br /&gt;managed to restrain myself and say 'why are you asking me&lt;br /&gt;this? I dont really care anyway'. HAHHA. Then should've&lt;br /&gt;backed him off. So he tried harassing pandy. And kept&lt;br /&gt;wanting to be alone with her. left the conversation and&lt;br /&gt;then got added back cos pandy got creeped out by him and&lt;br /&gt;he was playing stupid knock knock jokes to get her to&lt;br /&gt;fall into his trap. And playing 'catch me if you can'&lt;br /&gt;games where pandy and I had to chase after him?&lt;br /&gt;Then we discussed nad realised the only way to get him to&lt;br /&gt;back off was to introduce the OTHER GUY. HAHA. So Pandy&lt;br /&gt;said that she was actually a guy, pretending to be a&lt;br /&gt;girl. And then put on the 'protective bf' act, where she&lt;br /&gt;pretended to be my bf so that the weirdo would finally&lt;br /&gt;stop harassing us. She was good man. Really gave him a&lt;br /&gt;big scolding and told him to keep his hands off. ahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;and it worked =D. But the poor guy was really in the&lt;br /&gt;dumps after that. HAHAA. It was hilarious. There he was,&lt;br /&gt;boooohooooing and sorrying and we were just laughing like&lt;br /&gt;crazy. I don't know how many boohoos he said, but they&lt;br /&gt;were flooding the whole thing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113344857276219571?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113344857276219571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113344857276219571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113344857276219571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113344857276219571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/funny-talk.html' title='FUNNY TALK.'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113327701690420380</id><published>2005-11-29T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T23:10:16.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skin</title><content type='html'>heh heh heh&lt;br /&gt;I had loads of fun on msn today =)&lt;br /&gt;first.&lt;br /&gt;The skin. NO, It's not 5-year old drawings! *bashes up enmay&lt;br /&gt;They are the blood and sweat *quotes chinese phrase of Jan &amp; me, ah bob fans&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa. yea, we drew them using the msn drawing thingy. Not very professional like, but they will do...plus, the fun was in the drawing! We were competing to see whose was the ugliest. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;jan: hahahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;me: mine looks horrible!&lt;br /&gt;jan: mine looks horribleler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we piled them all together in paint and tada! spongebobby collage produced!&lt;br /&gt;heeheee. then nothing to do with the picture so just paste here lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113327701690420380?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113327701690420380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113327701690420380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113327701690420380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113327701690420380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/skin.html' title='skin'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113323231895012743</id><published>2005-11-29T10:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T10:45:18.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the unbroken spirit</title><content type='html'>spirit stallion of the cimmeron was damn nice x)&lt;br /&gt;NOW I feel a tad guilty.&lt;br /&gt;By horse-riding, isnt it promoting the capturing of wild horses?&lt;br /&gt;Horses. Majestic animals. Born to Run.&lt;br /&gt;Born free.&lt;br /&gt;But I want a horse. Yeah, I sound like the little spoilt brat in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. The one that goes, Daddie, I wont a pony!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Maybe I'm a spoilt kid. I don't know. I hope not. Anyway, I got my first experience with those saddle stuff today. There were three other girls (somehow, guys don't take to horse-riding?). Two of them were like 9+ so the only one I could relate to was the 15 year old. I guess she also didnt have anyone else to talk to so I managed to hitch a ride back on her bro's car xD teehee.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I think I'm really blessed =))&lt;br /&gt;thanks d &amp; m for this opportunity. I wouldn't trade you guys for &lt;strong&gt;nuts&lt;/strong&gt;. Well like duh, &lt;strong&gt;nuts&lt;/strong&gt; can't do anything, can they? Besides being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nutty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and all. And crunchy. And nice to eat. But I don't want to eat my parents! &lt;strong&gt;Nuts&lt;/strong&gt; can't give you your allowance. They can't do &lt;strong&gt;nuts&lt;/strong&gt; but just sit there. HAHAHA. alright. I'm talking in riddles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113323231895012743?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113323231895012743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113323231895012743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113323231895012743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113323231895012743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/unbroken-spirit.html' title='the unbroken spirit'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113323160819996210</id><published>2005-11-29T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T10:33:28.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the unbroken spirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113323160819996210?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113323160819996210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113323160819996210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113323160819996210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113323160819996210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/unbroken-spirt.html' title='the unbroken spirt'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113319384451136277</id><published>2005-11-28T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T00:04:04.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The thing about Friendster blogs that I don't really like is that whenever I receive an email, hopefully thinking it might be from some long lost friend or whatever, it turns out that it is just an annoucement of someone who updated their blog =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 Fairways Drive.&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes tommorow. Hope I don't break any bones. Haha. And maybe be nice enough for someone to give me a lift down Eng Neo Ave. I dont fancy walking half an hour down a road after getting a sore butt and all. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my biological clock has changed too.&lt;br /&gt;Last time, I was the usual sleep early wake up early person.&lt;br /&gt;Slept around 10:30, woke up before 8.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm the sleep really really late, wake up slightly late, and sleepy in afternoon person.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep around 1, wake up around 9, and feel sleepy around 3/4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is sleeping such a waste of time but so nice at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;HMM, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to wait till I die to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some freaking problem with MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Either that or the new starhub broadband server.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the server.&lt;br /&gt;'cause I was sending 3 a time previously&lt;br /&gt;and now. I can't even send one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you bad blue box of a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113319384451136277?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113319384451136277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113319384451136277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113319384451136277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113319384451136277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/thing-about-friendster-blogs-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113319270473068610</id><published>2005-11-28T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T23:45:04.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>hmms.&lt;br /&gt;just a random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year will be sec3.&lt;br /&gt;Then sec4.&lt;br /&gt;Os. As.&lt;br /&gt;Then before you know it, you're shipped off to some country to study.&lt;br /&gt;You work, get married, have kids.&lt;br /&gt;And there.&lt;br /&gt;Your life flashes before your eyes. You're an old granny knitting in your rocking chair with white hair tied up in a bun. Wrinkled scrunch up your face and your eyesight is getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;Then. You die.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do realise I'm being very depressing here.&lt;br /&gt;But that's reality huh.&lt;br /&gt;10 years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;A lot's going to change.&lt;br /&gt;Problems that seem so HUGE to us now may seem trival compared to the big obstacles ahead in life.&lt;br /&gt;It's best to think of it this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life on earth --&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;life in eternity --&gt; -----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. -----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;and the line keeps going on.&lt;br /&gt;just to keep us in perspective&lt;br /&gt;whatever crap we store up.&lt;br /&gt;is going to just disappear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113319270473068610?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113319270473068610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113319270473068610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113319270473068610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113319270473068610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113316912965458937</id><published>2005-11-28T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T17:12:09.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm like experimenting with blogskins.&lt;br /&gt;Just like a boy who steps into his favourite candy store.haha. I feel like that.&lt;br /&gt;Like a whole new world that I can explore.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, dont worry.I know all about the dangers of the internet and blabla.&lt;br /&gt;so I wont be dabbling into anything PROHIBITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yijing's just reminded me.&lt;br /&gt;this sat.&lt;br /&gt;last service at TCT.&lt;br /&gt;*holds up sign which says: burst into tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Bukit Merah Library, [the one we spent so many HRBC meetings], KFC/pizzahut, 7elevan, hawker, macs, TCT auditorium, youthoffice, magic box =((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113316912965458937?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113316912965458937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113316912965458937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113316912965458937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113316912965458937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-like-experimenting-with-blogskins.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113315078757329966</id><published>2005-11-28T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T12:06:27.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photoshop</title><content type='html'>HURRAY FOR THE NEW BLOGSKIN.&lt;br /&gt;well, not really new.&lt;br /&gt;It was just the simplicity one which I edited ;hehhheh.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm still confused whether to put the desginer links on.&lt;br /&gt;But it's still his/her template after all.&lt;br /&gt;I just changed the bg pic.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. choo en may, you have competition as a future blogskin designer!&lt;br /&gt;finally not so html clueless. I found out photobucket's really useful =D&lt;br /&gt;and for the picture black-and-white effect i just used paint and msword. not bad hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113315078757329966?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113315078757329966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113315078757329966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113315078757329966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113315078757329966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/photoshop.html' title='photoshop'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113308492097734512</id><published>2005-11-27T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T17:51:02.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riders Lodge &amp; Em's CDs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Satuday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning. Ate brunch at Sembawang Hill Estate coffeeshop. Finally a Saturday not awaking to the dread of Piano lesson. But it's on tuesday =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 1+, dad drove over to Dan's SAFTI camp somewhere in Tuas. Had to lug along HIS luggage as well. Second time being in the campus and I think I'd summerise it as an highly underused condominium with top notch facilities. Hey, they have 2 swimming pools with diving boards, 2 tennis courts, 2 basketball courts (fenced), big canteen, covered walkways with tons and tons and tons of greenery and space. And the best thing was there was not a single soul using any of the facilities and they were still sparkling clean (except for the canteen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought'd we'll get imprisoned for loitering around army camps (high security and a easy target for terrorists). Hmm, but apparently not. I'm still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loitered around for about 1 1/2 hr. Finally came out. Drove over to JB, tried to book the 6pm lesson but all full. So we booked the 8am trail ride and 11am lesson the next day (today, lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked in.&lt;br /&gt;THEY GAVE A FREE TY BEANIE HORSE AS A SOUVENIOR! *ANNOUCEMENT&lt;br /&gt;It was just lying there on the bed with a sheet of paper and I was thinking, maybe some kid who stayed here previously left it behind or something... But then again, considering the cost of everything, that 9.90 was probably included inside x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner.&lt;br /&gt;what turkey??!&lt;br /&gt;The 2 sets that cmae with the "thanksgiving day" turkey were included in the package. Not very turkeyish. Didnt resemble a turkey at all!!&lt;br /&gt;I ordered Ala Carte, Fish&amp;chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept. me, on the spare mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast, farmhouse. Had trouble waking up *yawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am, we 3 assembled at the stables. Finally get to touch the horses =)&lt;br /&gt;My favourite Mathilda was taken away by some evil eurasian girl *mutters.&lt;br /&gt;HEH. I was assigned Kiwi at first but she was 'lame'? Not as in lame joke kind of lame but litterally lame. In the end I got Mr. Boots. Not exactly your favourite horse. He kept shaking his head and stomping his foot every 3 seconds! But the trainer said it was 'cause the flies and parasites were bothering him. Yeah true, but then how come the other horses dont need to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I sprained by hip or something trying to swing my leg over the other side of the horse =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the usual oil palm trail... led by one of the workers there. Trotting was hell. Stirrup out of place. Shoe flying. Helmet coming off. Supposed to be in this order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk&lt;br /&gt;trot&lt;br /&gt;canter&lt;br /&gt;gallop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine if i did canter. i would just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the horses can get very violent if they want. Taquin kicked Mr.Boots just because boots got too close to his butt. Then, boots started eating the grass and I had to kick him hard to get him moving. [dont think this is being cruel..to ask the horse to move you have to kick the sides of it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butt really sore after that. I think we were really rusty since the last time we came. So didnt really get the rhythm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rode Katie for the lesson. Dan rode Impian [why didnt i get him instead??]&lt;br /&gt;lesson was really helpful. Learnt to turn the horse, and trot properly. The trick is to use your legs. Legs have to be stuck close to the horse's body and heels pointing downwards. To trot, you have to stand up, sit down, stand up, according to a rhytmn so you dont get a sore butt and your legs dont come out of the stirrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(( but i sucked at turning. And katie was super slow =/. Until the trainer said i had to use the whip to whip her. but it wasnt that bad. jsut a little tap. Then we took turns to lead and turn from point to point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a few games of pool and then ate lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought horseriding was like some easy peasy thing; you just hop on the horse and go flying across the countryside. But you actually need to learn the technique and it's also very tiring. Came down from the horse and sprained my shoulder this time. ECH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even get to see mathilda the whole trip. But I saw her stall and nameplate. HUR. some person snatched her away. hmm, but she is one of the nicest horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home.&lt;br /&gt;really want to take up riding lessons. I think it's darn fun. But it also costs the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EM. your CDs aren't as GREAT as you [ THERE. YOUR MOMENT OF GLORY. ENJOY IT WHILE IT LASTS ]. they've conked out on me. i think there's some thing wrong with the file as i cant open it. FB =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just when I'd thought you'll disappear from my life altogether, you appear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113308492097734512?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113308492097734512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113308492097734512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113308492097734512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113308492097734512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/riders-lodge-ems-cds.html' title='Riders Lodge &amp; Em&apos;s CDs'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113284553928128165</id><published>2005-11-24T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T23:18:59.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey you,&lt;br /&gt;stop it.&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;you're just hurting everyone.&lt;br /&gt;including yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start.&lt;br /&gt;doing what I think I should.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'll be happy&lt;br /&gt;but It turns out to be worse.&lt;br /&gt;I'll find one&lt;br /&gt;one &lt;br /&gt;one one&lt;br /&gt;just one&lt;br /&gt;will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113284553928128165?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113284553928128165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113284553928128165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113284553928128165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113284553928128165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey-you-stop-it.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113284492631436508</id><published>2005-11-24T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T23:08:46.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the frog in my life?</title><content type='html'>okay em, you may close your eyes at this point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training. reported 9:30 ruby plaza. 3 other girls inside, plus that specsy guy.&lt;br /&gt;well, the training session just basically comprised of him briefing us on what we're doing and giving us some worksheets, plus database with LOTSA TUTORS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest later x))&lt;br /&gt;seeya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113284492631436508?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113284492631436508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113284492631436508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113284492631436508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113284492631436508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/frog-in-my-life.html' title='the frog in my life?'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113275363327705043</id><published>2005-11-23T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T21:47:13.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sleptover. pull-out bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched 8 episodes of Prince turned Frog =/&lt;br /&gt;8 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;eyes going to pop out already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehehheh.&lt;br /&gt;today finale.&lt;br /&gt;very cliche &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;but SWEET =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now addicted to rainbow connection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113275363327705043?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113265538987183051</id><published>2005-11-22T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T18:29:49.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cellblog</title><content type='html'>hello =))&lt;br /&gt;set up cell blog at : &lt;a href="http://faith-cell-love.blogspot.com"&gt;http://faith-cell-love.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113265538987183051?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113265538987183051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113265538987183051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113265538987183051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113265538987183051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/cellblog.html' title='cellblog'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113264062214663969</id><published>2005-11-22T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T14:23:42.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>job</title><content type='html'>wheeeheeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am jobful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raining heavily. Rushed. Picked up Selena from bus stop. Mum and I are hopeless at maps. Well , they say females can't read maps. But we can read signs! Followed some signs, and finally found Ruby Plaza which looked really ulu and deserted. Went in and hardly any shops were open. So you can say we felt quite doubtful about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop was this small little thing and my mum got suspicious 'cause there wasnt any name at the top. just Blank. I kind of freaked out when I opened the door and wah, there sat three girls havnig an interview already! So we sort of rehearsed what we were going to say and then I realised I was wearing slippers? and three quarters? yep. not exactly formal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went in and... no, it wasnt some shabby old place. in fact, the guy was DECENT enough (look sort of proffessional in his specs), and the few certificates and awards hanging on the wall gave me some comfort. Plus the pro-looking files at the back of the room. We both sat down on the chairs and the interview was actually not really an interview. he just told us what we'll be doing, and then asked if we had any questions, and then wrote us a receipt for the $6 we paid each for a training session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the stuff:&lt;br /&gt;job - tuition coordinator; call random students up and ask if they need a tutor. Refer to database phone book with tutor's names. And then MATCH. And then collect comission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salary- earn 50% of the commision. the rest goes to the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;position- earn up to $120 commision and then you're upgraded to a part-timer, where you earn $8/hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have an official excuse to hog up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;hehee. but hogging it up just to say "excuse me, do you need a tutor" about 50 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano-ed.&lt;br /&gt;why does she always test the scales that I can't play? And never tests those that I can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;murphy's law; why does the bread always fall on the buttered side? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113264062214663969?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113264062214663969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113264062214663969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113264062214663969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113264062214663969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/job.html' title='job'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113258200193214701</id><published>2005-11-21T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:06:41.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel this sudden wave of yuck.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, a wave of yuck.&lt;br /&gt;like it's some horrible feeling inside of me eating me up.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm trying so hard and I just CAN'T get there.&lt;br /&gt;Can't get anything done.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I did it already.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end.&lt;br /&gt;It's like climbing up the wrong ladder to success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113258200193214701?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113258200193214701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113258200193214701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113258200193214701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113258200193214701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-feel-this-sudden-wave-of-yuck.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113258187516645015</id><published>2005-11-21T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:04:35.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just can't take this stuff anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not bad.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that it's not good either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113258187516645015?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113257960469991446</id><published>2005-11-21T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:26:44.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEH.Everyone says the job is a fake.&lt;br /&gt;How can you earn $8/hr by answering phone calls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT'S THE FIRST TIME EVERY THAT I ACTUALLY GOT THROUGH AND LANDED AN&lt;br /&gt;INTERVIEW!&lt;br /&gt;*smiles proudly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pay's pretty good. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now. I don't know.How if I get kidnapped and never get to leave the interview room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just make a simple will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hammie: 1/4 of my savings(which is quite a lot) for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;supply of sunflower seeds, bathing sand, and whatever hammie stuff you&lt;br /&gt;want (perhaps a companion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mum: you can shred everybit of my clothes and ask Aunt. Marissa to&lt;br /&gt;sew you a pretty dress or a table cloth. eeks.you can also have my&lt;br /&gt;stuffed toys (if you want), bed sheets (to make clothes i guess), and&lt;br /&gt;all the goodies that belongs to me in the fridge (which is a small wad&lt;br /&gt;of rice krispies, actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Dad: bluebear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bro: my billabong pencil case, art supplies, yellow wo wo, panda&lt;br /&gt;poo, baggy pants that can fit you  (I doubt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To friends: bb wallet, conv shoes, whatever clothes you want (not&lt;br /&gt;many), msn acc, school books, story books, sch uniform, pe attire, sea&lt;br /&gt;shell collection, bk mark collection..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla. the list goes on. I know this all sounds pretty morbid so I shan't&lt;br /&gt;continue anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113257960469991446?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113257960469991446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113257960469991446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113257960469991446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113257960469991446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113255706982548727</id><published>2005-11-21T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T15:11:09.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GREAT.I got a job interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS I THINKING, seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Guess I was desperate for a job. So I just picked up the phone, called, expecting no one to answer it again when a person picked up! And before I knew it I agreed to go over for an interview at 10:15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have piano at 11:30. I hope I can make it back in time =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even know what exactly I'm supposed to do in the job! AH SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113255706982548727?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113255706982548727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113255706982548727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113255706982548727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113255706982548727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/great.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113246433831163062</id><published>2005-11-20T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T13:25:38.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the not so great wall of china</title><content type='html'>PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;finished a little bit more of English homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting time changed from 11:15 to 12:20.&lt;br /&gt;Don't need three guesses to guess the reason.&lt;br /&gt;Because the person I met was EM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. We went j8 supposidly to watch the superstar thing which I have absolutely no interest in (mainly because it's chinese and I don't udnerstnad a word they're saying). But since I had nothing on that day and I thought it would be fun to stand there and laugh at the lousy contestants. Yeah. I know I'm evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate KFC. went popular to buy markers.&lt;br /&gt;Then walked around.&lt;br /&gt;Comics connection.&lt;br /&gt;77th St.&lt;br /&gt;Seiyu. EM wanted to get a skirt. But she was broke cause of some tote bag she bought last time.&lt;br /&gt;Watched soem Richard Clayderman competition where kids go up to the stage and play concertos for the public to watch and the judges to judge. Haha. Small Kids these days; really piano prodigys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun but I went there with like, $5 ?&lt;br /&gt;haha. so mainly just walking around and crapping, and didnt even get to watch the show in the end when we saw the queues outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;service.&lt;br /&gt;wandered around the interchange caues I vaguely remember seeing a bus going to Bukit Merah somewhere aroudn there. In the end I found out it was 57 but it went to Bukit Merah Interchange and don't know why I was so silly but I thought it was some far place from church. And I also just missed it. So ended up taking mrt to somerset. Aunt marissa said opposite bus stop. So I came out to the mrt, crossed the road and waited. and waited. and then boarded the bus. and then me and some other person asks the guy if the bus goes to Bukit Merah, and he says that's the opposite bus stop. But by then I'd already tapped my card on the reader x((&lt;br /&gt;So me, thinking it was opposite of the opposite bus stop (are you still with me?) meaning the same side as the somerset mrt, crossed back. That was when I realised there was no bus stop in sight. I walked left a few metres. Nothing. Right. Nothing. Resorted to calling Aunt Marissa and bawling my eyes out as I was walking around Orchard like some lost idiot. And found out that the bus stop was at the BACK of the MRT. Back to Square One. Walked back to the Mrt, crossed to the back, crossed the road. Waited. 16 came, boarded. By then it was too late to go library to meet yj. Then the bus finally touches down at the BUKIT MERAH INTERCHANGE and guess what? Right before my eyes passes the 57 bus, moving into the interchange. Which is really ironic, because I went through all that trouble and just wasted time and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. enough of guliver's travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro's got a sudden interest in chess all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, he used to be a chess pro and went for competitions and all that.&lt;br /&gt;But he stopped and now he's taken it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practiced Allegro (sonatina movemnt 1) and Vals Poetico. No.5.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting the hang of it and for a moment, music actually seems quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;well, music has always been cool but not when you're trying to sight read a piece for the first few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what is the motive of your song? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113246433831163062?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113246433831163062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113246433831163062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113246433831163062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113246433831163062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/not-so-great-wall-of-china.html' title='the not so great wall of china'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113236809613236243</id><published>2005-11-19T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T10:41:36.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shall do this quiz courtesy of jan =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)post 5 weird or random facts about yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In primary school, the bus driver almost took me home cause he didnt know I was on the bus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to think converse (the long one) and addidas (one with 3 stripes down) was ugly. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like sweets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did sit-ups this morning because I felt fat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've only seen 2 episodes of Spongebob Squarepants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)at the end,write the names of the 5 people, that you want them to do this quiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;em&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;xy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fiona&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lizzie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113236809613236243?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113236809613236243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113236809613236243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113236809613236243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113236809613236243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/shall-do-this-quiz-courtesy-of-jan-d.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113231754533992524</id><published>2005-11-18T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:30:22.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTOSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cell outing !&lt;br /&gt;was uber fun =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiarong, yijing, kelly, nicole, amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met harbourfront 7:30am&lt;br /&gt;- yep, EARLY.&lt;br /&gt;took shuttle to SENTOSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiarong saw some of her Gan Eng Seng students which she was relief teaching. Too bad, we were'nt that great 'hide behind-ers'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, got to the place, missed 2 yellow lines and finally got on one.&lt;br /&gt;dropped off at palawan beach =))&lt;br /&gt;Not a soul in sight.&lt;br /&gt;Guess it pays to be early.&lt;br /&gt;Plopped our stuff at some shady thing, then went to 711 to get potato chips and water for our PICNIC!&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kel were the first to step into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we were obsessed with fishes.&lt;br /&gt;And I mean REALLY obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;We spotted them and cornered them; tried follow them and catch them.&lt;br /&gt;Not reallly actually worth catching though (it's actually ILLEGAL, but whatever), as they were these DULL, UGLY, BROWN ikan bilis-looking things.&lt;br /&gt;But well, in Singapore what can you expect?&lt;br /&gt;Small things like these get us fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;Tried the plastic bag method but all we got in the end was a bag full of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got kind of sick of fishes.&lt;br /&gt;Went on to building sand castles. Well not really Sand Castles. More like..urm, wells? Haha. I was applying my geography knowledge. Groundwater. Ditches. Moats. Soil Errosion. Stuff like that. The two of our well thingys failed. The tide kept rising, the walls fell down. We moved up, the tide followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splashed water. Then after that didn't care anymore and just jumped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNtanning followed thereafter. Mostly yj and kel lah. They stripped while the three of us made heart shapped rocks to give jiarong who was sleeping on the picnic mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was walking back to the shower area to wash off when heard someone calling 'smartie!'. Aiyah, don't need to say more. Charms, Clare, Janice and Julia fooling around on the sand. Haha, well actually burying Julia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back. Ate chips. They suntanned some more. Went over to 711, bought cup noodles. Yeah, we're hungry people. I don't know how many lunches we had. Ate at some wooden platform. And it turns out it was the tram stop =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked back. To bridge. Crossed over, kel and yj suntanned SOMEMORE. And yj's face was getting seriously tomato red. She wanted to get her sunglasses tan! weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made another well. And this time, we SUCCEEDED. Groundwater attained. Took photos. Swam around a bit. Went back, showered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harbourfront. ate late lunch again. or tea?&lt;br /&gt;Pasta Mania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homed. Took 166.&lt;br /&gt;So conked out I slept almost throughout the thing that I didnt even notice someone sat next to me. When I woke up the whole bus was like, wah. Totally filled. I was crammed in some corner but went back to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face's still red =(&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for jobs with em like some retrenched soul.&lt;br /&gt;Don't really need the money but I htink It'll be sort of fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing's going to take me down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113231754533992524?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113231754533992524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113231754533992524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113231754533992524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113231754533992524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/sentosa_18.html' title='SENTOSA'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113212969558933313</id><published>2005-11-16T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T16:28:15.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camps</title><content type='html'>My mum's making me sign up for this OBS leadership camp thing.&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;OBS, which is in Sec3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I don't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it sounds fun alright, with rock climbing, flying fox, camping, trip to pulau ubin and all.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow. It's the way I'm forced to go and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, anyone interested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-10 Dec&lt;br /&gt;East Coast training centre&lt;br /&gt;$280&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepp, costs a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;But there's really a lot of fun stuff =)&lt;br /&gt;Come along save me the quarrel with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been TRYING to get english homework done.&lt;br /&gt;But the printer's out of ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so decided to just go make rice krispies.&lt;br /&gt;I think I forgot to defrost. The marshmellows turned into caramel too fast. They stuck to the bottom of the pan. If not for Auntie Marissa I think I would've burnt the whole thing. Anyway, it still came out remotely presentable and [i think] edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;I made him a 'scrapbook'&lt;br /&gt;It's actually stuff that I drew using Paint.&lt;br /&gt;Bind it together.&lt;br /&gt;laminated.&lt;br /&gt;type some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creativity saves money =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113212969558933313?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113212969558933313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113212969558933313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113212969558933313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113212969558933313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/camps.html' title='camps'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113206874181142769</id><published>2005-11-15T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T11:27:36.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's army green and pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BSFed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sab's cousin didn't come this week, and her absense was explained when sab said she had a sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHAA. I know this is completely insignificant and not worth mentioning.but WTH. I have nothing else to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day. I'm not sad. Okay, this sounds mean but I was actually falling asleep in bible lesson. jessica khoo, you'd better come quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan didn't come =((WITHDRAWAL SYMPTOMS sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still passed books 1-7 to her mum though =DPlus her early christmas-cum-thank-you-for-lending-me-FB present; SPONGEBOB STUFFED TOY!ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went Mutts and Mittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, the dogs are treated like royalty.&lt;br /&gt;They're eating and drinking bowls are washed by us, the maids.&lt;br /&gt;soaped, rinsed, dried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bathing time.&lt;br /&gt;WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;Even my dog didnt get this much attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, we had to wet this cotton wool with some ear cleaning solution&lt;br /&gt;then, stuff the whole thing down the dog's ears and kind of rub it from the outside, until all the water sort of spurts out?&lt;br /&gt;then later pluck the thing out and clean the sides.&lt;br /&gt;And the way they did it so casually was as if it was their own ear.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt even dare to put water near my dog's ears, let alone stuff cotton wool down it.&lt;br /&gt;how if it gets stuck forever inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked a couple.&lt;br /&gt;some super violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're relaly a friendly bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they trust us, some outsiders, even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the world ain't such a bad place after all;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113206874181142769?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113206874181142769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113206874181142769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113206874181142769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113206874181142769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-army-green-and-pink.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113197369018749714</id><published>2005-11-14T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:08:10.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I measured, I was 43.8kg!YEAHOO x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get fatter and fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think my stomach's gonna burst.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't the stupid fats go to my arms?Too skinny x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.what was I suppose to update about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH YES.THE EXCITING NEWS!&lt;br /&gt;But you shall know when you see me next time.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy got me something =)&lt;br /&gt;actually, it was because she said wearing slippers was disrespectful in church. so, it was a perfect excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went there, picked it out, and bought it in 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a quick shopper.&lt;br /&gt;I THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes I get really fickle minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked in Lower Pierce and then ate roti prata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:basically slacking around and reading my 16 library books.I am such a nerd =D&lt;br /&gt;jia you yi jing. you can finish them if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my school books already. 'A Sense of Belonging' is some crap book on short stories. macbeth is 10x nicer. or at least it looks more interesting. they should have done twelth night for pure lit students instead. a math book looks intidiating. so does the bio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113197369018749714?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113197369018749714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113197369018749714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113197369018749714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113197369018749714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-so-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113189124718997824</id><published>2005-11-13T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T22:14:07.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ankle</title><content type='html'>OH RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I only explained part of the reason why I had lost a lot of blood.&lt;br /&gt;Last night while celebrating aunt.marissa's birthday at swen's, had an abrrasion on my right ankle. It hurts bad. And it was bleeding profusely. Dad had to be Dr. Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113189124718997824?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113189124718997824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113189124718997824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113189124718997824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113189124718997824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/ankle.html' title='ankle'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113185105650911878</id><published>2005-11-13T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T11:04:16.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHALET! SERVICE! BOOKWORM!</title><content type='html'>I think I've lost a lot of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know it sounds freaky but more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, xy's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHALET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WED, 9 NOV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to meet EM and jia yan at 3:10, but I ended up there at 3 despite missing one mrt [I know; I mixed up Jurong East with Pasir Ris and nearly took the other train =D]. Anyway, was wondering around White Sands carrying my huge backpack around and looking stupid when I saw jia yan. waited forever for enmei and just as we were running around like mad people asking for directions to the shuttle bus stop, we realised the 3:15 bus had left. Meaning, that we had to wait for the 4:15 BUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, obviously, is all enmay's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate mcflurry and jiayan ate sundae with em drooling. hah, too bad. Then went library, borrowed books and just managed to get on the bus before it left. tired already before we even reached the chalet! amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then settle down, started &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BBQING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok, here's the bbqing &lt;strong&gt;PROCEDURE&lt;/strong&gt; of our &lt;strong&gt;BARBEQUE CHICKEN STALL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;job: stall holder&lt;br /&gt;-mending the stall and the chicken wings;making sure they dont get burnt&lt;br /&gt;-passing cooked chicken wings to joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joyce [me la!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;job: collector and passer&lt;br /&gt;-collect skewered chicken wings from enmei&lt;br /&gt;-pull out cooked chicken wings from the skewers from xy, pass them to jiayan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enmei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;job: skewer&lt;br /&gt;-skewer the chicken wings *smelly&lt;br /&gt;-pass to joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jiayan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;job: arranger&lt;br /&gt;-collect cooked chicken wings from joyce&lt;br /&gt;-arrange the chicken wings in nice pattern and bring inside for THOSE bunch of immature kids to eat =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, we really had great business.&lt;br /&gt;only thing was, we ended up smelly, dirty, horrible, hungry and tired &amp; &lt;strong&gt;WERE NOT PAID&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while xy's bros and his friends and cousins were clean, happy, playing PS and munhcing away at our hard labour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I can say is : stewpid =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I was kind of pissed that NOT ONLY did they hog up the whole PS and NOT help with the bbqing, but they also didn't allow us to watch prince turn into frog [MY FIRST EPISODE! sorry, dont know chinese translating]..BUT for the sake of the 'not so cute anymore' ding ding, I shall forgive them =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HMPH. DING DING DIDNT LET ME PINCH HIS CHEEKS!&lt;/strong&gt; [not that he has much of a cheek to pinch...so super skinny. MUST BE THAT NOTTY sister of his; steal all his food and starve him] Also, due to xy's influence, he was RUDE to his elders and was screaming vulgarities together with dong dong everywhere. haha. at such a young age *tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to beach-MY GREAT IDEA&lt;br /&gt;me, jiayan and twin went to the shore next to the waves and waded around in the water.&lt;br /&gt;em? standing somewhere afar! she should learn to ENJOY NATURE&lt;br /&gt;anyway, jiayan starrted spraying water at twin and we ran around the beech dirtying each other and playing catching xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back, played scissors paper stone.&lt;br /&gt;order of bathing:&lt;br /&gt;em&lt;br /&gt;jiayan&lt;br /&gt;twin&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and twin went to rollerblade around the tennis court. dunno if allowed, but heck care. it was damn fun but only problem was that i was using her cousin's blades which were super lousy! *no offence. so we took turns to use hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally we all finished bathing; jiayan the manucurist was painting our nails.&lt;br /&gt;then that enmay got addicted to xy's comic which is in chinese, that's the only reason I did not get addicted as well. Me and jiayan were having a pillow-cum-blanket fight and jumping around the bed while enmay was TRYING to read [quite impossible]. xy was out entertaining guests. then me and jiayan the noisemakers were probably making too much noise and enmay got fed up and went out. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy left; we three washed up. took out contacts [me and em]. played dai di &amp; stress. truth and dare. then napped. found out that I got IT, but luckily xy's mum had =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept horizontally across the queen size bed. em and xy at one end and me in the middle. somewhere halfway in the night I was squished inbetween the both of them. had to push their legs away to themselves. although i admit I was still high at the first part nad kept them awake by singing lullaby songs. hey, they were nice okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURS, 10 NOV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next mrning.&lt;br /&gt;went beach to play again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em left; me and xy went white sands shopping for groceries and buying home lunch. felt like some auntie. carrying so many da bao xiao bao. missed shuttle bus, took taxi back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;returned the bicycles that the boys borrowed, rented roller blades and bladed along the beach for at least 1 hour +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok gtg so I have to shorten the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took 53 back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home, ate crab with bro who just came back from army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wildgoosechase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've reached PS at 10:15, but because of that VP, MICHELLE, I was further delayed by 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched helplessly as 2 stupid trains passed me by; just to wait for that mrt which vp was on. finally got on the mrt and know what? I couldnt even find where the hell she was. so it was basically useless, becaues i didnt even see her on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met sab and char at movie theatre.&lt;br /&gt;watched &lt;strong&gt;SKY HIGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and man, it rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall not get into details here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played arcade; bball, car racing&lt;br /&gt;then went swenson's to eat sent fio and xy on a wildgoosecahse to find us&lt;br /&gt;well mostly vp and sab's idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were in swen's, we sent them to pizzahut, then to john little, then to spotlight, then to arcade...then me and char bumped into them and we went arcade to play again. me and xy against fio and char in bball. LOST =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we wasted a total of 7 bucks on the stuff toy catching machine. and as usual caught nth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing was a mess with us finding each other, so finally to cut things short the 6 of us finally united and went to long john to eat 'lunch' althou it was alr 4pm. action city, bought that pig's present. i paid. and i'm broke! pay up pay up. went to flash n splashto get fio's sister pressie. char was pestering us to get her the billab pencil case although her birth day is like on 20 dec?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home. bought auntie marissa's present. it was God-annointed. a book; fresh encounter with God bought from that christian shop. $13.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning- sentosa with family.&lt;br /&gt;i was fretting the hell out of myself because i had gotten it on wed.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i just swam. and risked myself to sharks all for the sake of the 'family outing'.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt too bad.&lt;br /&gt;you know what, everything went perfectly fine and i even made it to the toilet =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. well just ignore that top para. ate at km8, in the beach. pizza, spagathi, sausages and wedges, chicken wings. YUMMY YUMMYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents dropped me in church at 1;30. too early. cell starts at 3.&lt;br /&gt;library time.&lt;br /&gt;read read read. yj my fellow nerdist and bookworm joined me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cell. jiarong asked us to share our worries.&lt;br /&gt;me and yj were still fanatical over sky high and ;running after you&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave kel her present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;service. all the nice songs clumper together!&lt;br /&gt;RUNNING AFTER YOU *new&lt;br /&gt;KING OF MAJESTY&lt;br /&gt;MAJESTY[ here i am]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumped til i got stitch *ouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner. hawker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post dinner-library!&lt;br /&gt;we are the hrbc.of course we had to go.&lt;br /&gt;was carrying out this huge tower of books like some nerd.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;same for yj&lt;br /&gt;16 bks. now the card can borrow 8 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. that's it.fio's been pestering me to read hers.&lt;br /&gt;i think I am too detailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;heart on my sleeve; i bet you can take it? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113185105650911878?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113185105650911878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113185105650911878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113185105650911878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113185105650911878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/chalet-service-bookworm.html' title='CHALET! SERVICE! BOOKWORM!'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113151118228572629</id><published>2005-11-09T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T12:39:42.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last minute checklist of stuff I have to bring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3 sets of shirt and shorts&lt;br /&gt;-toiletries: toothbrush, toothpaste, towel, soap, shampoo-contact lens stuff&lt;br /&gt;-slippers [I'm wearing them]&lt;br /&gt;-torch?&lt;br /&gt;-hairband-undergarments-socks [In case going blading]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shall be my last post before going to ALOHA LOYANG CHALET.Will finally get to see Xiying's cute lil bro Ding Ding xD*pinches cheeks&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that they'll be hogging up the whole PS though. HEH. nevermind, we have the beach man!&lt;br /&gt;Meeting EM Pasir Ris MRT at 3:10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum got the guys over to fix the cable.When I first heard we were getting cable I was like 'WHAT?!'thinking there would be 72 channels complete with disney channel, MTV, discovery...Happens that it i the BASIC cable which is only LOCAL CHANNELS.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, which is still better than the previous arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;which was only channel5 and a bit of channel 8.&lt;br /&gt;some stupid monkey from the forest scrambled along the roof and got the antanae out of place x((Deprived me of watching channel u.&lt;br /&gt;which apparently has all the good shows recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS JAN!&lt;br /&gt;Got your bag of fruit basket comics yesterday =D&lt;br /&gt;All 7 of them.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take care loads of them&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY no.4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113151118228572629?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113151118228572629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113151118228572629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113151118228572629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113151118228572629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/last-minute-checklist-of-stuff-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113135522375693696</id><published>2005-11-07T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T17:31:07.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding</title><content type='html'>Go read Glyn's previous previous post to find out about Xiu Shi's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YI JING, you can have RING BOY after all.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, HE WAS CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;BUT HE WAS MEAN TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to eat the fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;Then, he took the spoon and started scraping up the LAST BITS!&lt;br /&gt;The waiter guy came to refil it but he refused to pass over the spoon.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID GUY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. but why waste time on him la. he's only what, 4 years old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIYING! I CAN GO TO THE CHALET! WHEE =D&lt;br /&gt;fun.fun.fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SUFFERING FROM WITHDRAWAL SYMPTOMS OF 'THE WAY TO YOUR HEART'.&lt;br /&gt;And CHOO EN MAY is to blame, for introducing me to it.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently addicted to anime stuff; saiyuki reloaded by sabbie, online comics by em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113135522375693696?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113135522375693696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113135522375693696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113135522375693696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113135522375693696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/wedding.html' title='wedding'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113135483076007979</id><published>2005-11-07T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T17:13:50.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE THE HOPELESS ROMANTICS BOOKWORM CLUB =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Jing, I'm going to borrow 16 books the next round. If I can just get my hands on my Dad's and Bro's library cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read finish the 5 books I borrowed on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never believe this but I PACKED MY ROOM.I know, unbelievable but I realised what a lot of trash I had been livng in for the past year. I think it sort of collected over the years.&lt;br /&gt;Some summary points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I threw away swany the swan, which actually looks like a sheep cos it's body is made up of this lump of cotton wool with a skinny lil black head sticking out. Anyway, I couldn't bear to throw it away a few years back cos it was given to me by this really really sweet aunt whose name and face I totally can't remember. Also, last time when I was a kid it hurt me to throw away anything that resembled a living thing, and I thought I was throwing away a real alive and kicking swan in the bin. I couldnt care less now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOPS. Just realised that that was a really really long point.&lt;br /&gt;okay, next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I 'borrowed' mum's flower basket thing and arranged all my beanies as if I was some florist arranging flowers. Best not seen and big ones at the bottom, the cutest, fluffiest ones at the top. I am rather shallow when it comes to stuffed toys =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the excepttion of blue bear, of course. HE SAT PROMPTLY ON MY BED NEXT TO MY PILLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-VACUUMED my room.Everything. from curtains. to shoe boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stuck cat posters all over the room. OKAY, I know this kind of added to the mess and clutter but I didnt know what else to do with the leftover remains of this year's calender. And the square posters were really sort of pretty and cute although I am not a cat person. Wish they somehow turned into dogs instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Used a lot of maskin tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-threw away a plastic box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-transfered the whole stack of my bro's last year plus last last year's newsweek copies from under my bed to the shelf under my desk.Added in the two latest issues which were for me. I'm actually expected to read two years old news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-threw out the wooden board thing that was behind my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-flipped over the cloth on my bedside table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end it off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the room looked messier than it started off as.actually, this is the second time I was trying to pack my room. The other time ended up with a rather messy mess. So I tried to clean the mess today, and ended up with an even messier mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi the pig kept calling today.&lt;br /&gt;Her sms exploded (copyrighted, vp).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, then according to an UNKNOWN SOURCE, it seems possible that Fiona and Jessica Khoo may become the FUTURE HARP PRESIDENT &amp; VP!&lt;br /&gt;*holds up sign which says: laugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113135483076007979?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113135483076007979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113135483076007979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113135483076007979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113135483076007979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-hopeless-romantics-bookworm.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113109661650780700</id><published>2005-11-04T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T17:30:16.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To think that I have to update for not only my blog, but the roosteh's one too x(&lt;br /&gt;So, I think copy and paste is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a quick update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with Amanda aka Pandy and Kym from SMPS =D&lt;br /&gt;Love st.margs so much; really missing them&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went taka to eat lunch then at first couldnt really recognise pandy 'cos she cut and layered her hair so it looks rather weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall SUE the Taka KFC.&lt;br /&gt;Their 7UP tasted horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Something like a concoction of salt &amp; water which ended up tasting bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to HMV; pandy and kym were going to pick a VCD to watch later at her house, but I had to go off to Aunt. Elizabeth's  house after that... so I couldnt join them in watching 'the Forgotten'. Not that I minded anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took neos [ah crap. I promised not to take any neos this holl to save up for TOP SHOP SALE], then went down to take bus. Took 171 to some place in Bukit Timah and then alighted. Pandy's mum picked us up and dropped me at Cold Storage because apparently, Aunt.Elizabeth was shopping there. I was suppose to work under her as an apprentice in writing but you know what we ended up doing? I ended up being her maid and carrying her stuff while we shopped in Cold Storage. Yeah, nothing related to writing at all. Then, when we went to her house, she was stuffing me with food and I ate two caramel custard puddings =D. She flipped through some of my stories and then asked me to write some short parables and folktales for her magazine for kids and MAYBE it could get published! =D. Hmm, I guess the Oscar thing wasnt that inaccurate after all. I would like to be a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday [today]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big huloobulo about the time meeting; 11 /11:30. Fiona called up last minute to change the time to 11am. Left the house at TEN and rushed down. I tell you, Heartland Mall is SO NOT in the Heart of Singapore. I took about an hour to get there. First, had to take 165 all the way to Hougang interchange [which took about 45 mins], then take MRT to Kovan. Went there expecting to be the latest and was alreayd profusely apologising in the sms when I realised that THERE WAS NO SLACKER IN SIGHT! Thought they were playing a prank on me or something, but then Fiona said she was arriving and it hit me that i was the earliest. GAH. The world's flat after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowled for 3 games straight. OUCH. My arms are pretty sore. I got 69, 58, and then 35?. I know. Deproving by the minute. ARGH. Sab the 'pro' bowler was overtaken by glyn =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't join them in watching movie after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch in macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Queenstown MRT at 1:15pm for xiu shi's wedding. How come so many people's wedding these days? Still heard Sabbie and Fio they all got some tuition teacher's wedding. IRK. I don't know what is formal enough to wear. And great. The theme is, cream? As in cream colour. HMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xy's chalet is next week. But I haven't asked Mama. I hope she allows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever get a hint? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113109661650780700?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113109661650780700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113109661650780700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113109661650780700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113109661650780700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-think-that-i-have-to-update-for-not.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113099244523111321</id><published>2005-11-03T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T12:34:05.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedications II</title><content type='html'>Now a personalised dedications to the members of A^4 *takes in deep breath&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to avoid this because I didn't want to think about it...but I guess I had to do it sooner or later right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys liked the postcard and the key chain. I know it's kind of messy and last minute but I mean what I really wrote=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#01 me. hmm. okay, let's skip this one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#02 yeok&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egg yeok =DThe first time I met her was Sec1, when you helped me plait my hair...I will always remember you as the great 'hairdresser', the one who came to school in that impeccably neat hairstyle and helping all of us tie plaits and buns when we were subjected to such torture in SEC1. Thanks for all your handprints which are forever embedded on the back of my pinafore! But now I've learnt my lesson never to "leave your back unattended", the famous quote by your partner FIO the AHSOH. I will always remeber to lean against a pillar when I see you coming towards me with wet hands! xD LOL. And the time I went your house and saw Burpie, a name which I dont know why you called him, because it's hard to pronounce and yyou still call him Bobby anyway. Though we won't be going into the same class, will miss you as a fellow dog lover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#03 fiona &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mosquito/AH SOH IN ACTION/mossy/pink lover! Will always rmb the times in Perth where the Ah Soh in you was coming into ACTION! HahaX, loved shopping with you although you kept restricting me from buying the stuff I wanted!!! Always saying stuff like, but it's so expensive, or but your old one still ok what, and persuading me not to buy....I don't know whether it's a privillege or disadvantage, but this woman is super super miserly. She won't even spend a bit of her $400 to buy a tshirt...hahaX...(I'm trying to imitate the way you type and the way you say haha). The mossy who drank 7 straws and carried 21 cups! Our clique breaking the record of the most no. of cups drunk in one recess! will miss your pinkness and crap, but wont miss your throwing the smelly crystal thingy at me when you sit behind me in class. LOL. Just two words for you, again : YO MAN! and your usual reminder: dont leave your back unattended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#04 angela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hen/toilet bowl/angie the choice/pro bballer =)) I will remember you as a motherly hen but as a very useful toilet bowl as well! Still remember the first time I met you, I called you toilet bowl! Haha, but we have grown havent we? Anyway, will miss being on your bball team where I would just sit back and relax while she would be the one doing all the throw-ins and scoring 9/10 of the shots. She is one dedicated NP-er and also the owner of Angie The Choice, though I dont know whose who wants to choose a hen xD. Please lay more eggs for the benefit of the human race! But rest assured, we wont eat your daughter. Will really miss you next year, but play bball sometime together yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#05 glyniSS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn. HOW many times have I written you a dedication? One, your notebook, two, my postcard, three, my testimonial, and now FOUR, my blog. But since I am nice and fair and JUST, I shall just write you another. YOU NUTTY BRAINY PERVERTED ROOSTEH! xD I love her loads but she annoys me loads too! The one whose mind is occupied with only one thing: bullying me! How fun, but rather intelligent for rooster. She is the one with the extra 'ass', the one who has MEESUA for brains and a bad hairdresser [the opposite of her daughter]. I used to be kind of scared of her because I thought you were some pai kia kid who would bash me up if I went any nearer, but I realised you are one crappy funny person who is STILL as freaky as before =))  Will really miss you next year, when I'm stuck with Sah-bae-to the pig and have no one to save me. HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#06 grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry!! Don't know if you're reading this but really sorry I forgot to bring the key chain =(( . I'll try and find it ASAP okies? Anyway, grace's a really caring, nice and patient person =D Though she may seem quiet, but I know you really put up with a lot of nonsence from us, tolerating our crappyness. She's a really dedicated st.john-er and a fellow dog lover. I love snoopy loads too like you =)) I will miss your smartness and hardworking-ness next year, when I'll be stuck with your partner the pig... Take care and all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#07 cammy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cammido the cammidoodle the goldfish the wife of her silverfish and the one who, according to dana, crushes me. The stewpid! and nah-hah! and no funny! partner of mine. The word inventor of our clique, which has spread to the rest of the class... I'm sad to know that you'll be going to the same class as me next year! I won't miss your stepping on my coffee and me stepping on your BARELY =(( your banana milk! I won't miss you going 'monkey jo!' and drawing my great picture on the whiteboard. stewpid! She's the one who gave me the bunch of rotten and squishy bananas =D But one good thing about you coming my class: you shall continue to be the plate putter-backer as she eats &amp; reads at a VERY VERY SLOW RATE! PLUS: the tissue provider =))&lt;br /&gt;She is also no funny! because her jokes are lame and she laughs at her own jokes xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#08 sah bae to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stewpid! This pig is famous for many nicknames. They are: sah bae to [invented by yours truly, a great compliment in fact, as it has the name of the korean guy in it], piggy, BABI [or can call her baka babi as she is, obviously, stewpid], sabbie, see bee tee [aka, sah bae to pronounced differently]... just to name a few. Anyway, this pig is SUPER LAZY. That's precisely why we call her pig isnt it. She also loves to EAT alot, and cannot stop eating once she starts. I am sad to announce that we are going to the same class next year, where I will have to endure another 2 years of being her SIRRAH [servant, in shakespearen terms] xP. But anyway, she is one who has low cs and low iq =D, which is good because since she's so stewpid I can tell her my secrets and she'll forget them the next minute! HAHA. She also constantly harrases her relation, the other PIG, VP. Thus, I can conclude that babi is a nuisance, except when she lends me saiyuki reloaded...then, maybe I may rethink my conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#09 dana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey duck hater! aka dana the duck. actually, its quite impossible for u to be a duckhater and a duck at the same time, but nevermind. remember the amoeba &amp; the duck debate? HAHA, i will never forget the times talking on msn... the one who is famous for pirated *oops, no one looking VCDs. But it's a good thing too, so that we get to watch free movies before they are released.  Well, I will be going to the same class as you, so there isnt much to cry about=D oh ya, there is. the fact that i will be annoyed by you again.. LOL x)). Anyway, I will really really miss the times in perth. where we stayed up all night and got freaked out by Clara and her ghost stories, and where we had to go to the TOILET TOGETHER?! haha, I DID not wear my PJs for the whole trip...I mean, it was a pullover so it should not get smelly, also considering that me the sweet smelling person is wearing it. stewpid! the silent reading times we had together and the *thinks ahead* guitar lessons...hope you continue to read the bible i gave u and learn more about God! I wont miss spike the tickinfested and gay dog, but I might miss catcher and his wobbly legs =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#10 lizzie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs. patrick and mrs. spongebob.. I dont know which one. But you have been two timing! *tsk. Anyway, will miss the crapping times in perth and the time i vomited outside the cave and then you said "why waste the food" and licked it up? I know, sounds unbelievable but maybe for you...yes! HAHA, anyway, we will still c each other during pure lit lessons if they combine and elect. geog. Sitting in Ingo's bus, and sleeping in the attic. All the crap HOW TO BREATHE GUIDE and stuff. Too many to mention... hope you don't forget to breathe anyway, but I guess the world will rejoice if you did =D LOL. let's go to dana's hse and watch MORE pirated movies again and again! And if we get caught, we can say Dana influenced us and forced us to watch while we  were just innocent =)) wanna play ddr and eat ajisen noodles soon.. so better prepare in advance! Hope you have a greaat time with H2 =D but can call us if you need rescueing okies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113099244523111321?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113099244523111321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113099244523111321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113099244523111321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113099244523111321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/dedications-ii.html' title='Dedications II'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113085007527013437</id><published>2005-11-03T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T12:40:25.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedications</title><content type='html'>To 2B1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped in a total stranger&lt;br /&gt;But all that changed in just 2 years&lt;br /&gt;You've really taught me loads.&lt;br /&gt;taught me the art of taking Neoprints;&lt;br /&gt;such thing was foreign in Primary School&lt;br /&gt;Taught me how to loiter around in Heartland mall;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my first time stepping into it in sec1&lt;br /&gt;Taught me that there is unity in diversity&lt;br /&gt;Though we're all so different&lt;br /&gt;But friendships can be formed&lt;br /&gt;Through up and downs&lt;br /&gt;Thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;I really had fun with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Register Number:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. abigail; for being that maths genius&lt;br /&gt;2. ann na; the class-monitor who always saves us from some cockroach or insect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;angela; the first hen toilet bowl I knew/ pro bballer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. carolyn; for being that bimbo&lt;br /&gt;5. clare; the dao netballer&lt;br /&gt;6. clarice; the quiet yet super smart girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. dana; the duck hater/cat/owner of gay dogs/tick-infested house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. lizzie; patrick/spongebob's wife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. fiona; the Ah Soh In Action/mosquito/YO MAN-er/hahaXer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. ethel fong; the prefect and essay writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. that's me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. charms; lab partner&amp; arty pants&lt;br /&gt;13. dorothy; fellow chewer&lt;br /&gt;14. lena; the laughing machine&lt;br /&gt;15. michelle; the jmac fan&lt;br /&gt;16. Liyi; the maths/chinese pro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. glyniSS; dearest extra 'ass' girl / ROOSTEH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. cammidoo; goldfish/ word inventor: stewpid! Nah-hah! no funny!/cammidoodle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;19. yuxuan; the other terrapin owner&lt;br /&gt;20. siyi; the pro photographer and smartie&lt;br /&gt;21. minghwee; the class enthusiast and comedian&lt;br /&gt;22. serene; the chinese pro&lt;br /&gt;23. chelsie; the obsessed fan&lt;br /&gt;24. sokyi; the blur block&lt;br /&gt;25. charis; the one always picked on by ms chew&lt;br /&gt;26. athalie; the smart and guai christian&lt;br /&gt;27. rachel lim; the selfproclaimed chiobu&lt;br /&gt;28. ruth; the choir girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. sabbie; sah-bae-to/piggy/bakababi/stewpid!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. joanne; sabbie's upstairs neighbour&lt;br /&gt;31. ethel sim; the talented pianist&lt;br /&gt;32. melissa; the 'zimbawee' according to cammy&lt;br /&gt;33. gladys; the happy one&lt;br /&gt;34. rachel tan; the only guitarist&lt;br /&gt;35. shu pei; the chinese pro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Yeok; egg yolk/daughter of hen&amp;roosteh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. grace; snoopy/dog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. victoria; the lit monitress&lt;br /&gt;39. louisa; class enthusiast&lt;br /&gt;30. taiyi; artist &amp; ballet dancer&lt;br /&gt;41. peiqi; tall guzhenger&lt;br /&gt;42 angeline; band girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113085007527013437?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113085007527013437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113085007527013437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113085007527013437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113085007527013437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/dedications.html' title='dedications'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113093636596257370</id><published>2005-11-02T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T21:46:25.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW MEMBER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Announcement:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;From this day forth, Charlene Lee whatever whatever is OFFICIALLY part of MONKEYS Pte. Ltd, and will be loyal to the Monkey Club, which consists of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;President: Zoey Chew aka Zaru the BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vice President: Me aka Zaru the small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and the new member: Char the small aka Zaru the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;very small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't decided what position she will be called yet, but stay tuned for updates&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, go check out our friendster account !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Char the small has a new blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://plcherubscharEsmall.blogspot.com"&gt;http://plcherubscharEsmall.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't helped her put up a tagboard and skin yet though.&lt;br /&gt;Will get round to doing it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my feet hurt; but I couldn't be happier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113093636596257370?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113093636596257370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113093636596257370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113093636596257370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113093636596257370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-member.html' title='NEW MEMBER'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113084146988417921</id><published>2005-11-01T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T18:37:49.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>I changed the gloomy picture that En MAY put up in the harp blog to a little harp charm. It's rather plain but really sweet and cute. Haha. En MAY says it doesn't look nice but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met EM (You shall have the honour of being mentioned the MOST times in this post. This is a once-off affair and will not be repeated very often) at 11:30 at J8 OP. It was supposed to be 10, then 10:30, then 11, and finally 11:30 x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought the clique presents (Took very long to chose and get the things out without it falling all over the place... If you know what I mean) and En May was my official SIRRAH =D. It's specialised to each one so you guys will love it. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then walked around. Em wanted to buy some gypsie retro long flowery skirt thingy at ILT but it was too expensive. Then went to popular and bought her dad's present on a budget of 4 bucks. Laughed over her patheticness. It was this tiny blue picture frame thingy which costed 3.90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went into the F women shop [Don't get any weird ideas...It's the shop with an F and an inverted F kind of stuck together] and EM tried on this horrible green pink and white stripped off shoulder shirt which made her look like a candycane. But whatever, she wanted to buy with her 15 cents so i chipped in the rest of the $19. felt like some mother shopping with her kid xD Just stand around to pay money. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113084146988417921?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113084146988417921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113084146988417921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113084146988417921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113084146988417921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113077046031824158</id><published>2005-10-31T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:54:20.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>I know it's shocking&lt;br /&gt;I know you're stunned&lt;br /&gt;I am too; because I never knew&lt;br /&gt;How much anger I really felt&lt;br /&gt;How much It's stored inside&lt;br /&gt;waiting to be dug out&lt;br /&gt;and when you're least expecting it&lt;br /&gt;It explodes and blows&lt;br /&gt;into tiny little pieces&lt;br /&gt;Which you'll never get the full picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sound depressed&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to make the world a more unhappy place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE A CHOICE TO BE HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will give thanks to the Lord In all Circumstances&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113077046031824158?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113077046031824158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113077046031824158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113077046031824158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113077046031824158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/10/stuff_31.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113077015323368963</id><published>2005-10-31T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:49:13.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight was extrodinaire.&lt;br /&gt;Counselling sessions were all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm writing A^4 testimonials in friendster; so don't feel disappointed if I didnt write any here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113077015323368963?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113077015323368963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113077015323368963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113077015323368963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113077015323368963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/10/tonight-was-extrodinaire.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113076362961276922</id><published>2005-10-31T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T21:00:29.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POSTING</title><content type='html'>I was banned from the computer since Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I could not type out the touching scene on 2B1's farewell.&lt;br /&gt;And now I've totally forgotten what happened and I've lost the 'sad' mood and atmosphere 'quotes from literature'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;why was I banned?&lt;br /&gt;Because I read too long at Popular and my mum thought I was kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have so much to say and I just can't get everything down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up: combination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first choice =D&lt;br /&gt;Option no. 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;Maths&lt;br /&gt;A Maths&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Bio&lt;br /&gt;Chem&lt;br /&gt;Elective geog/SS&lt;br /&gt;Pure lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted to: 3A3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE EVERYONE STARTS FIRING QUESTIONS AT ME TO WHY I DID NOT GO TRIPLE SCIENCE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triple Science has 3 sciences and 1 humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double Science has 2 sciences and 2 humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;So obviously I would choose double.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. hope you understand. Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113076362961276922?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113076362961276922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113076362961276922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113076362961276922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113076362961276922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/10/posting.html' title='POSTING'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113032407432501139</id><published>2005-10-26T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:56:13.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day.day.day</title><content type='html'>Updates.&lt;br /&gt;Updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this really long and insightful entry yesterday but the com HANGED just before I could press ENTER. Why does this always happen when the post is PARTICULARY LONG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to sum up the points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about more 'qian tu'or more 'future'&lt;br /&gt;I love Bio and it's my passion&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sticking to my choice&lt;br /&gt;whatever they say:if you're sensible please take phy/chem&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking my path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.Yesterday went to Polo Club to find out about horse-riding lessons to fufil me and SAH BAE TO's ambition to become pro horse riders and set up a horse ranch together when we grow up =))&lt;br /&gt;all I can say is: dream on!&lt;br /&gt;because the prices are sky-high&lt;br /&gt;It's $530 for first month beginnerfollowed by $225 for group of 2 for the 2nd and 3rd month&lt;br /&gt;If want to continue, must become memberand that is almost impossiblebecause it's like $11,000&lt;br /&gt;So maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;Going jogging with Dad this Sunday again&lt;br /&gt;We went last Sunday in McRitchie (aka, the backyard)1.5km there, 1.5km back&lt;br /&gt;Kind of surprised I managed to make it there without stopping after like 2 months of 'i-am-having-exams-so-i-cant-go-out-there-and-excersise' syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;I think my Stamina's really gone down the drain.anyway, it kind of felt good to really work yourself out. And then went to Dino for a drink and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunchtime performanceWELL DONE SEC ONES! *applause&lt;br /&gt;really would like to congratulate the Sec ones.I mean, it's their first year and they're already playing the songs that WE'RE PLAYING!&lt;br /&gt;esp. moon river base which is quite hard for starters&lt;br /&gt;and I remember in Sec One we were like playing what? Elfin Dance for lunchtime performance? bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it didnt really attract alot of spectators. Well, besides those that were just there to support us, aka our friends. Weren't any of those who were so awed by the music they were just naturally attracted by some mysterious force to come and watch us. NAH. Missed out quite a lot of notes in moon river x(&lt;br /&gt;and played wrong note in Chanter x(but overall, I think it was quite good. OUCH. my sides hurt from smiling too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was supposed to drop by at 2:30 to pass me the CCA form. Yeah, of all days I chose to forget to bring it on the DAY ITSELF. Went outside with fio and her mum painstakingly walked all the way in and took bus just to pass her the form! Called mum and she she was coming in 15 min. So I went up to get my bag first and promised Charms to help her put the form on Mrs. Tng's shelf when mum brought mine. Then realised my bag was missing so passed the stack to Yu xuan who wanted to copy somehting from Lena's paper. Ran all the way down and found my bag sittin gon the chair next to Yeok. Breathlessly grabbed it, was walking out when en mei, faith, sel and ame came running out. Wanted to tompang from mum (again). Then called her and you know what? THE CAR'S BATTERY SPOILT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she would either get the mechanic or maybe take taxi?&lt;br /&gt;The last thing i expected was for her to come in my neighbour's WHITE MERCEDES with him driving the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so PAISEH =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the form gave it to Mrs. Tng, then faith and enmei were like also super paiseh to go into the car. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home. ate. went out for haircut with mum. Now fringe sort of like XY :/ quite short and sort of glynnis-puffy-like x)) But the hair-dresser was DEFINATELY [standard form] 1 x 10^10 more skilled then glynnis the amatuer =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I apply maths in daily life&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry glynnis, yours wasn't too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113032407432501139?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113032407432501139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113032407432501139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113032407432501139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113032407432501139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/10/daydayday.html' title='day.day.day'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113022902927733727</id><published>2005-10-25T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T16:30:29.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i should</title><content type='html'>I don't want it&lt;br /&gt;anymore&lt;br /&gt;i cant take it&lt;br /&gt;anylonger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have just SHUT UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COVER, COVER.&lt;br /&gt;Is that all life's about&lt;br /&gt;covering up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113022902927733727?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113022902927733727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113022902927733727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113022902927733727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113022902927733727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-i-should.html' title='if i should'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113022882694048722</id><published>2005-10-25T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T16:27:06.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It didnt happen&lt;br /&gt;no; it's a dream&lt;br /&gt;AHH&lt;br /&gt;it's no use thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be this horrid block of ice&lt;br /&gt;I'm going in there and out without getting anything through&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say anyting 'cos it might result in bigger disaster&lt;br /&gt;Yet I don't want to suffer in silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what must I do?&lt;br /&gt;where are the directions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHH.&lt;br /&gt;i got the depression bug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me act neutral&lt;br /&gt;let me stay calm&lt;br /&gt;let me not overreact&lt;br /&gt;let me know what to say&lt;br /&gt;let me do the right thing at the right time&lt;br /&gt;let me go&lt;br /&gt;let me stay forever&lt;br /&gt;let me die&lt;br /&gt;let me live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dontt know what I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's wait and see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113022882694048722?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113022882694048722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113022882694048722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113022882694048722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113022882694048722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-didnt-happen-no-its-dream-ahh-its.html' title=''/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113022840558906451</id><published>2005-10-25T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T16:20:05.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i count them down</title><content type='html'>I count the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought the day would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought'll happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something I hardly comprehended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it happened. &lt;br /&gt;Well, not on purpose actually.&lt;br /&gt;But it's counted I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;It's scaring me.&lt;br /&gt;A freaky reminder&lt;br /&gt;of this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so confused.&lt;br /&gt;Both sides fighting&lt;br /&gt;The world's yelling&lt;br /&gt;The other side's pulling me away&lt;br /&gt;a mysterious force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget&lt;br /&gt;I won't forgive.YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i know i must.&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness will come. soon.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I release that to God already?&lt;br /&gt;It's just that...&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we'll ever make it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we'll be like the rest&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113022840558906451?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113022840558906451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113022840558906451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113022840558906451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113022840558906451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-count-them-down.html' title='i count them down'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113003920117812134</id><published>2005-10-23T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T11:46:42.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>Mum and Dad want me to work.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and I mean work as in a proper job in some restaurant&lt;br /&gt;I tell them I'm too young.&lt;br /&gt;Well, technically 14 is legally the minimum age to work.&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;got way to many plans for the holidays to think about it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Got a really good-paying "job" =)&lt;br /&gt;I'm enployed by jiarong.&lt;br /&gt;It's even better than Macs.&lt;br /&gt;There, you earn about $3/hr?&lt;br /&gt;Here, where I'll just plonk myself outside the gates of Radin Mas Pri and some other primary school, I'll be earning $5 just by giving out fliers.&lt;br /&gt;advertising for her tuition centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good is that.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be making a fortune by the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;It starts on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe the fortune might be gone too by the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to buy presents for VP, vivian, and Wendy, plus going out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the holidays, Jiarong's employing some of us to go help with the kiddies in her tuition centre. Read them stories, etc. Best part is you'll get paid. alright, alright. It'll be a good experience too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113003920117812134?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113003920117812134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113003920117812134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113003920117812134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113003920117812134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/10/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-113003381173751416</id><published>2005-10-23T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T10:44:34.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music. life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was late for cell. again. as usual xD&lt;br /&gt;well done, nicole.&lt;br /&gt;ahh, her guitar skills are damn good&lt;br /&gt;i'm lousy&lt;br /&gt;Dana's asking me to go to guitar lessons with her; but i suspect there's an ULTERIOR MOTIVE; she likes the 'cute' teacher. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, jiarong's thinking of setting up a cell blog =))&lt;br /&gt;yijing's doing it&lt;br /&gt;would be kind of fun i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're goign EAST COAST next sunday!&lt;br /&gt;CELL OUTING =D&lt;br /&gt;i'm bringining chips with Pei Shi&lt;br /&gt;yay. cycling. picnicking. dunking xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;service. PS melvyn was preaching.&lt;br /&gt;`bout how we should PRESS ON to finish the race&lt;br /&gt;sounds familiar?&lt;br /&gt;TOO FAMILIAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was pretty much slacking the rest of the night and this morning reading the books i borrowed from the library. I know, once I start I can't stop. So I thus can predict I will be buried in one the whole afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to simplify and play Never Had a Dream Come True on piano =))&lt;br /&gt;alright, it's not that good but still real happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian terms suck. But I think German ones are the worse.&lt;br /&gt;Theory's on the 29th.&lt;br /&gt;10am.&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Royal. The Royal Room.&lt;br /&gt;Makes it sound as if i'm going for some fancy ball.&lt;br /&gt;When in fact I'll be freezing cold in there scribbling nonsence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some words that Fio might want to use to add on to her DEPRESSION: calando, morendo&lt;br /&gt;means 'dying away'&lt;br /&gt;Rights. Doesnt sound that encouraging... but =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rats have started their rampage again.&lt;br /&gt;CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you got what you wanted. NOW WHAT?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-113003381173751416?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113003381173751416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=113003381173751416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113003381173751416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/113003381173751416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/10/music-life.html' title='music. life.'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-112989931638567683</id><published>2005-10-21T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T10:45:01.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safari Day</title><content type='html'>I've got a arm sprinkled with blue silver =DI've got an option form less.&lt;br /&gt;I've got $5 less than I started with; but also $5 more than I actually had.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a washed cage&lt;br /&gt;I've got a crumb-ish tupperware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the Safari Day aftermath xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right; so to explain the above sentences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked into the school like some auntie coming back from market.&lt;br /&gt;hamster cage in one arm, ball, rice krispies tupperware in the other, plus my bag slung on my arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when I stepped in. It was like. woah. zooland.&lt;br /&gt;school couldnt be further than this.&lt;br /&gt;dogs; huskies; goldens; terriers; jackrussels; poodles were dragging their owners around the school.&lt;br /&gt;some dressed in Safari outfits. green. brown.&lt;br /&gt;majority wore class tees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plopped bags upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;assembled in assembly ground [pet owners]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we solumnly sang Majulah Singapura and said the pledge with our pets nearby howling or sceeching their heads off.&lt;br /&gt;Me- Hammie Hamtaro HamHam the winter white the CUTE&lt;br /&gt;Dana - spike the jack russel the gay xD&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie- Small one the small one the UNCUTE&lt;br /&gt;yuxuan- smaller one the smaller one the smaller one&lt;br /&gt;athalie- Rina the jackrussel the only female&lt;br /&gt;dot- fluffy the dunno what breed the fluffy&lt;br /&gt;yeok- burpie the bobby the bubbly?&lt;br /&gt;melissa-rabbit the black the unfriendly ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i got to go.&lt;br /&gt;will update later =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. basically, Hammie ended up being a very grumpy, snappy irritable, anti-social hamster. 'tis the result of constant harrasement by various people, including the defeaning cries of 'so cute! i wanna hold', and the torturous acts of making him tumble around his ball like a major roller coaster, plus disrupting his few minutes of peace for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hammie and spike took part in the hamster and dog races respectively,  and came in 2nd out of 4 participants. Not very good actually, considering it to be 3rd last x((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least spike got a prize =(&lt;br /&gt;hammie didnt get anything.&lt;br /&gt;ohright. a hurt pride. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-112989931638567683?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/112989931638567683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=112989931638567683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/112989931638567683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/112989931638567683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/10/safari-day.html' title='Safari Day'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-112982037817196685</id><published>2005-10-20T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T22:59:38.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>safari/krispies</title><content type='html'>I don’t know why.&lt;br /&gt;But it’s different for me.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t feel sad. I feel indifference. Because there’s another factor to worry about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Shakespeare aka UK trip talk this morning [wither art thou?]&lt;br /&gt;YES YES&lt;br /&gt;About almost the whole sec2 population was screaming with excitement to go.&lt;br /&gt;But face it:&lt;br /&gt;Only 30-40 out of the whole cohort will get to go&lt;br /&gt;Plus there will be an interview&lt;br /&gt;And it’s pretty costly too. But quite cheap actually compared to if you go alone I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there were all those exotic places they said we would visit; shakespeare’s birthplace, theatre, castles, bridges, houses, trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 whole days of beautiful London landscape and weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went heartland. Ate KFC with xy, fio, em, sab. Then went to buy ingredients at Cold Storage. And that pig made me use NETTS to pay cos she didn’t have enough $$. And she refuses to pay me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED THAT $15 FOR SOMETHING VERY IMPORTANT; ie. EATING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m actually kind of sick of rice krispies now. Joanne and Melissa came down to help us a bit at sab’s house. But I was the MAIN sirrah [maid, in non-shakespearean language] of SAH-BAE-TO. Thanks a lot of making me pick up all those teeny bitty itty bits of rice krispie grains =) really loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, EM and I were trying to come up with designs for the HARP TSHIRT.&lt;br /&gt;i thought drew a pretty good one before EM went  to ERASE IT. And the reason? Because it was too light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed home.&lt;br /&gt;Did MAJOR washing of Ham’s cage and Ham. The whole thing stinks and my poor bro had to sleep with the stench diffusing right outside his window. Left Hammie to swim for dear life in the sink. Then rubbed him dry. He looked a miserable skinny thing. Transferred him to smaller cage. And gave him new bedding [his old one’s all peed and pooed over], water [not moldy or MOSSY], food [not just the shells left xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked another 1 and a bit tray of rice krispies in record time. I don’t take pains like sabbie to actually stir and wait for the right time and amount and all that. I just dump everything in, stir, and take it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUY AT YOUR OWN RISK xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing class jersey and shorts tmr. Seeya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-112982037817196685?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/112982037817196685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=112982037817196685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/112982037817196685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/112982037817196685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/10/safarikrispies.html' title='safari/krispies'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-112972983885121633</id><published>2005-10-19T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:50:38.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>occupation</title><content type='html'>According to the Oscar Website, I am creativem enterprising and investigative. I'm not sure how reliable or accurate this is as all the occupations that I listed I was interested in DID NOT MATCH my abilities and interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I personally don't care about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not just pursue your dreams and forget about what some website wants to say about your future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've filled up the first 4 places in my option form already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not taking triple, whether or not I make it.&lt;br /&gt;And that's final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-112972983885121633?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/112972983885121633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=112972983885121633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/112972983885121633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/112972983885121633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/10/occupation.html' title='occupation'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11108668.post-112972813153555515</id><published>2005-10-19T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:22:11.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>One year has passed without our knowing&lt;br /&gt;Well, almost without it.&lt;br /&gt;Passed in the wink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;In a tick of a clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have gotten the fruits of our labour&lt;br /&gt;It’s no use regretting now&lt;br /&gt;How much we reap is how much we sow&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class got third and fourth in netball.&lt;br /&gt;We had to pit against each other. &lt;br /&gt;How bad can things get? Not even knowing which side to cheer. &lt;br /&gt;Was GD in the first half.&lt;br /&gt;Got rather whacked about by Candice Ho-cum-Stacey duo. &lt;br /&gt;Resulting in a sprained knee. &lt;br /&gt;Other than that, no major injuries &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a cute yellow tweety tin with duckies all over from VIV&lt;br /&gt;So sweet of my budd xD&lt;br /&gt;Then she even made some collage out of burnt paper and mags &lt;br /&gt;-sob. It was her last day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glyn’s and sab’s guai zhang for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. The “big” day.&lt;br /&gt;Cries&lt;br /&gt;Shouts &lt;br /&gt;Screams&lt;br /&gt;Wails&lt;br /&gt;Groans&lt;br /&gt;Moans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did slightly better then okay.&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a B, had a C&lt;br /&gt;Coupla A1s and 2s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all I’m telling =)&lt;br /&gt;Oscar: your abilities and interests do not match any occupation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye dreams&lt;br /&gt;Byebye hopes and wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How reliable is that thing anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to make rice krispies. To sell on Fri.&lt;br /&gt;Hammie’s gonna have a whale of a time. &lt;br /&gt;Hmm&lt;br /&gt;Rather&lt;br /&gt;Hammie’s gonna have a ham of a time. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s taking part in the hamster race&lt;br /&gt;Well. Actually I signed him up for it. But I don’t think he’ll mind&lt;br /&gt;He runs for any thing that resembles or smells like food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safari Day @ PL&lt;br /&gt;I’m advertising here.&lt;br /&gt;Bring your people, pets xD&lt;br /&gt;FOC [well. Kind of. If you don’t take part in anything]&lt;br /&gt;You get to wear whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;And you get to see us dressing up like some rangers in a Safari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know by the time you read this it will be terribly outdated.&lt;br /&gt;That is, if you ever get to read this entry.&lt;br /&gt;Because for some reason my com’s backing out on me&lt;br /&gt;In this deadly crucial time when I need to spill my guts out after such a HUGE event (i.e, getting back the results)&lt;br /&gt;So I’m just trying to make do with MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail didn’t like me either&lt;br /&gt;Neither did any of the other websites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARP&lt;br /&gt;Four songs-&lt;br /&gt;Moon River&lt;br /&gt;Fur Elise&lt;br /&gt;Sundial Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Chanter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made my choice&lt;br /&gt;No turning back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11108668-112972813153555515?l=lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/feeds/112972813153555515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11108668&amp;postID=112972813153555515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/112972813153555515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11108668/posts/default/112972813153555515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilsheepgoesbaa.blogspot.com/2005/10/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>STICK.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01496645832600945773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v281/murasaki0001x/airbaby2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
