<?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-6612373</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:41:04.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeowoman-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>300</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-116758923286812130</id><published>2007-01-01T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T16:56:40.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N-&lt;/span&gt; national day. hmm. we were lucky to have been able to participate in ndp when we were sec 1s. the huge red and silver fan, gold 7th month getai costume, high socks, disgusting makeup- they made some of us look like ugly geishas. ngeh.- kfc and pizza hut meals that we got sick of. zi highing on the bus on our way home. it was a grueling 8 months, bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;t we had fun.. in the sun. haha
and then there was the training for our sch celebrations. training under the hot hot sun. baelop-ing? baelok-ing? wheeling? 90 degrees-ing like mad using water bottles and tiles on the floor. starching our hats, we keep calling them berets. and of course, the pride and jubilation after the whole event. love it. miss it. being in the vet this year was a refreshing change, taking pictures/videos staying in the high speed ?? room until 8. th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ese are all the things i will never get to do in jc. i cant try marching by myself, can i? (:


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4426/358/1600/911567/2006_0803NDP200610224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4426/358/320/640717/2006_0803NDP200610224.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O- &lt;/span&gt;orientation. our theme was ohana. some home away from home concept. our orientation was eeyer.lousy. they gave us this pair of thick cedar socks that i thought should have been given to Eskimos instead. so thick arh, they take so long to dry.tsks. apart from the funny socks, it was where we had our many firsts in cedar. making friends, learning how to tie our tie, sing our sch song, memorising our sch vision and mission.. blah blah blah. it was a life changing experience. to some extent. the subsequent orientations were much better. campfires, better souvenirs, better activities. being part of an orientation is fun (?) that's an understatement but it's where you see how the sec 1s under your care change. within 24 hours. it's pretty amazing. and you continue to watch them change/grow/blossom post-orientation and you go. ' hey she's from my orientation class leh.' when you see her win some award.. stuff like that. who agrees with me? raise your hands.. heh heh.

&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4426/358/1600/770204/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4426/358/320/460300/untitled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; pride. that's something cedarians have. being proud of who we are, of our traditions- even though some people think they should be changed. standing firm in what we believe in even though we may not be entirely correct. that's the immense pride aka the cedarian spirit, and it's all over us (:
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&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Q-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;questions. oh. exam papers are really sickening because 1 question has many parts. our paper has only 10 questions, but it has so many sub questions. 1 a, b, c, d, e, f, g. the setter apparently knows her alphabets. see. that's how great teachers are, they share their wealth of knowledge and integrate english into maths. (: - bitter smile
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; rah rah. something cedarians are good at. we just rah and rah and rah. and rah and rah and rah. dont need to catch our breaths, because we breathe through our barks, got lenticels? that's why cedar are hardy trees.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; sunflowers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4426/358/1600/856237/56443811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4426/358/320/93568/56443811.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;our tai yang hua (:
something that i grew to love after joining guides. no lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. we didnt learn gardening&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T-&lt;/span&gt; teachers. the people that taught us and groomed us. the people whom we laughed at and laughed with. every single teacher that has taught us/me, we thank you.

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U- &lt;/span&gt;u u u . argh. i cant think of anything. let's skip. wait. the only thing i can think of is the pck- universe! the butt-goes-one-round action by pck's friend. haha.

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V-&lt;/span&gt; velocity. heh. kinematics. we caught no ball when the trainee teacher came in to teach us. but we finally caught some balls when our favourite physics teacher taught us again. hmm. okay. i cant think of another v word. victoria? yah. how mrs l thinks their sch flag looks like ayam brand sardines.

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W-&lt;/span&gt; what's this. hahah. it's a frequently used phrase. like ' blah blah blah.. WHAT'S THIS!' what's this? this is life lor. whatever. hah. that's is another frequently used word. it comes together with the rolling eyes.. it's a package. you must do it simultaneously, then you start singing que sera, sera because whatever will be, will be..

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;X- &lt;/span&gt;this resembles the crosses we get when we arent smart enough to get questions right. after seeing too many of these crosses. we end up like this - x _ x cross- eyed haha

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y- &lt;/span&gt;youth day. it's a holiday where homework is still given, because homework keeps us young. right right.

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Z- &lt;/span&gt;Zzzzz. sleep!! haha. most of us lack sleep. burning the midnight oil is our favourite past time. we end up getting charred around the eyes. you know, eye bags are actually like ice packs. soothe the burns. rubbish.

okay. i guess that's the end of my very very very long grad post.
four years. time flies yea.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4426/358/1600/15737/cedar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4426/358/320/620705/cedar2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yay! somewhere only we know
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it
Time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-116758923286812130?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/116758923286812130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/116758923286812130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116758923286812130' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-116619959598327237</id><published>2006-12-15T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T16:54:19.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;part 2&lt;/span&gt;

B- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;buzz at canteen! buzz at canteen is the major highlight of all the crazy recess times we love. it's fun to chiong to the canteen, chope a good table and queue for bak chor mee (without tur kwa) or curry chicken mee or our HOT ji si mi fen tang, eat and laugh at all the kuku performances. our table laughs real loudly. hahaha. that sounds wrong. i mean the people at our table laugh loudly. there's barbie's and olivia's loud cackling plus our not so soft guffaws. hmm. i guess we were born with enormous lungs and diaphragms. oh oh. i remember the one where we laughed at sumi giving the performers the freak look. sumi looked as if she was troubled/frustrated- something to that effect.

anyway, our class performances are no better. carwashing, blind mice, fedex boxes and the snow white skit.. heh heh. malu baluku. all the last minute, impromptu rubbish that we came up with and acting in the world of our own like retards.. i think the audience felt embarrassed for us. haha. we couldnt be bothered because..

the show must go on.

eh. isnt that the moulin rouge song. got link leh (: ez link.

there's another b. for BUFFET. free food during mtp and.. heh heh prom! prom food is the best. heh. drools like a pig. mussels, baked fish, spaghetti.. continues drooling. you should see how we eat and how we da bao plates of hot stuff into the hall to watch the mambo dancing.. then again you cant, because it's too dark inside the hall. wahoos. you tell me, where to find? cedar lah. hahah.

buffet does not equal bu fei (not fat),  it should be called youfet, pronounced as you-fei (got fat)

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-116619959598327237?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/116619959598327237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/116619959598327237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116619959598327237' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-116551393594884093</id><published>2006-12-08T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T16:55:28.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i havent done a proper i-love-cedar aka grad post yet.so here goes..

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;CEDAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;A-Z&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;part 1&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;- action- reaction. uh. that was the first thing that came to my mind. it's the phrase that was used repeatedly in &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Les_Choristes"&gt;Les Choristes&lt;/a&gt;.  tada. poster below.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4426/358/1600/888945/391px-Les_Choristes_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4426/358/320/912874/391px-Les_Choristes_movie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was a really great movie that ms lim showed us during our earlier sec 3 eng lessons. we had so many eng teachers in sec 3. siao one. it wasnt that bad anyway. we got to watch nice movies! eng lessons are fun apart from the timed assignments. we used to play hangman during sec 2 eng lessons. ms fiona tan was the best english teacher ever! we tried to trick her into believing that sumi learnt chinese, she was quite apprehensive until she tested sumi. sumi was doing fine until ms tan wanted her to ask for permission to go to the toilet in chinese and sumi fumbled. her excuse was 'i dont usually go to the toilet' haha. we actually wasted about half a period trying to convince ms tan but we failed anyway.

digressed.

action- reaction. if i draw a mind map, one branch will link to the movie above which will then link to all the movies we watched like the way home, school of rock, moulin rouge and all the chinese movies like the lesbian movie and the sea water really blue (direct translation) movie. seriously, without these movies, we could have stoned to death.. hmm.. not that lessons are that boring it's just that sometimes we get so sick of studying, even ss videos look nice (: back to my mind map, another branch will link to the quote- action may not bring happiness but there's no happiness without action. that's something we all learnt.. like pia-ing for a test/exam/event/camp. though we dont get desired results all the time and shit happens along the way, we learnt something new anyway. as ms chng aptly puts it ' [we] cannot stop learning' i wrote that in my chem tb. the quote also reminds me of our oac 05 related song. it's called do something by britney spears.
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'i see you looking at me&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like i'm some kind of freak&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get up out of your seat&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why dont you do something?'&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;a song that probably the big shots will sing to the little fries like us when we were young and something we would sing when we became bigger fries.

oh i finally thought of something that's more A-rish. assemblies! i miss morning assemblies with ms l. all the stories about how mr kentucky fried his chicken and made it big, ms olivia lum's determination, and the really inspirational poem about the dash. you know on the tombstone 1990 - (dash) 3000. something about what matters most is the dash.. how you spend your life yada yada. and the odd week combined assemblies- performances, sharing sessions, cny, investitures  etc. i liked the assembly where roystan tan visited and showed us his video about the father and son. oh and the time when jaclyn tay came for a visit to promote the movie 'after school'. damnit. i hope jc assemblies are as good, if not i want a full refund for my sch fees. hiakhiaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-116551393594884093?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/116551393594884093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/116551393594884093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116551393594884093' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-116066381626740844</id><published>2006-10-12T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:43:48.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;我们不哭在分开的场面&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;我们拥抱弥补所以的抱歉&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;没有遗撼今天是最好的句点&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;以后还能一起面对面&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;我们不哭在回家后的房间&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;成熟能让所有伤痛少一点&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;没有眼泪并不代表爱很浅&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;而是懂的微笑着让彼此怀念


&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/6612373-116066381626740844?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/116066381626740844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/116066381626740844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116066381626740844' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-115925338244623726</id><published>2006-09-26T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T01:23:21.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if there's a billion, there's an alien&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                         - the brother &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
as usual, tarz has his brain juices flowing in the wrong direction. ngeh.

anyway, if you look closely, and i mean really closely at the choc cookie tin. you'll find a hand on the brownie's shoulder. same for the stickers that come together with the cookies, the 'Thank You' and 'Best Wishes' stickers have creepy brownies. they have hands on their shoulders! haha. lao pok designer. i bet he/she just photoshopped the brownie out from the other design. tsk. for a moment i thought it was part of the uniform. some patch or whatever. then i realised it was a hand, with three fingers- the poor brownie was so hungry she ate the other two fingers thinking they were fish fingers..
on second thought, i decided that she deserved a pat on the shoulder for holding her hand up there like that for such a long period of time, it's not easy okay (: you try lah.
anyhow, the guide on the tin looks like a pai kia guide. her hair's not tied up (unless you're telling me she wears a wig) and her skirt is short (she wants to go vj)  her belt cannot be seen i think(she's thrifty- didn't buy the belt aka save money to alter skirt) . that's a model guide. nods head* HAH.
i like the design simply because it provides a lot of entertainment. especially during the exam period. we can now eat the cookies and laugh at the strange brownie with an extra hand on her shoulder.  maybe the hq can have a competition or sth, set a qn like:
why is there a hand on the brownie's shoulder?
the most creative answer wins a prize (:

so answers like-
while completing her gymnast badge, the brownie learnt how to twist her left arm and place her left hand on her right shoulder while holding her right hand up.  thus, she decided to put  this amazing skill to use while posing for the photo shoot.

will probably win the lucky person 10 tins of cookies and maybe a brownie plushie in that weird gymnast pose.
or maybe the hq decides to have a word limit- the answer should not be more than 20 words.
this will probably give rise to short answers like-
1. she's crazy
2. she's siao
3. haha. cheapskate designer.
4. she has a twin who is not a brownie- they are conjoined twins, so the sister was cropped out, the person forgot the hand.

answer number 4 exceeds the word limit, but i am sure the hq will still give the creative person a cookie or two.

i should join the hq and organise activities like that (: heh heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-115925338244623726?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115925338244623726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115925338244623726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115925338244623726' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-115909324091672016</id><published>2006-09-24T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T18:29:05.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;the power of advertisements.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/1600/49836db702000455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/320/49836db702000455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it doesnt hurt to try
&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(wempe- exquisite timepieces &amp; jewellery ad)&lt;/span&gt;

something we should try doing during reading period (:


&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/1600/49836db7020006ym.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/320/49836db7020006ym.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/1600/49836db7020006yn.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/320/49836db7020006yn.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:)
&lt;em&gt;(foot deodorant ad)
&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/1600/49836db7020005gk.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/320/49836db7020005gk.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;life's too short for the wrong job
&lt;em&gt;(job seeking ad)
&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/1600/49836db7020004nr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/320/49836db7020004nr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i only have this as my child
&lt;em&gt;(wwf ad)&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/1600/49836db7020004nn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/320/49836db7020004nn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;atmospheric pollution affects everyone
&lt;em&gt;(sg environment council ad)
&lt;/em&gt;

heh. cool ads from &lt;a href="http://http://blog.sina.com.cn/m/ggdb#feeds_FEEDS_1233350071"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh. catch cedar on the news tonight. channel 5, 8, u and cna &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-115909324091672016?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115909324091672016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115909324091672016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115909324091672016' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-115595987472814602</id><published>2006-08-19T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T15:48:45.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;QN: WHERE'S YOUR INITIATIVE? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/320/vim_strip2254.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;remember the times when our seniors wanted us to take the initiative?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yup. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;those scary moments when all of us just waited intently.. for one brave soul to take the initiative.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;of course nobody did in the end. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we are honest people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we dont steal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-115595987472814602?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115595987472814602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115595987472814602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115595987472814602' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-115530308645433256</id><published>2006-08-11T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T21:49:16.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/1600/vim_strip1840.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/320/vim_strip1840.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;have you lost your marbles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;HAHA. i havent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;not yet at least (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;even if i have, i can always make new ones. clay ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the clay marbles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;what's tramadol? panadol for trams? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;whatever, stop spamming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i wont buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;simply because i am not a tram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;thankyouverymuch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the &lt;a href="http://andnotanymoree.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ndp video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has been uploaded by belle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-115530308645433256?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115530308645433256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115530308645433256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115530308645433256' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-115469962266901801</id><published>2006-08-04T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:53:46.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wow.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;read this.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;�it is said an eastern monarch once charged his wise men to invent a sentence, to be ever in view, and which should be true and appropriate in all times and situations. they presented him with the words, 'and this, too, shall pass away.' how much it expresses! how chastening in the hour of pride! how consoling in the depths of affliction!� -abraham lincoln &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;have you ever wondered how people manage to record so many quotes,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and how would we know if the quote above was really by abraham lincoln?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hmm. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;good question. i shall think about it. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-115469962266901801?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115469962266901801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115469962266901801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115469962266901801' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-115375285341590063</id><published>2006-07-24T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T21:23:58.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.
the blog's dead. i can see vultures circling above it.
ngeh heh heh.


i cant think of anything to blog about.
oh yea. how about this. i have this song in my head.
it's called red river valley.
i shant bore you with the lyrics. i think you've seen enough on my blog. haha.
it's a campfire song (:

the first line is rather funny.
'come and sit by my side if you love me'

HAHAH
that sounds like what a pervert would sing.
actually, it reminds me of table partners (:
my table partner who sits beside me is er. oh wells. she laughs at me when i am distressed. she thinks i look funny.tsktsk.
my table partner behind thinks i look like mickey mouse. hah.
and the table partner diagonally behind thinks i look like jack sparrow.
NO. i am not a brown bird. puii. i cant be jack sunflower as well. that sounds gay. HAHA. i cant be a jack lah.

we had a lame hangman session today. the hangman wasnt lame, the session was (: we had random words like
cover up
special nail
cream pig
dolphin kills

hahaha.
poor man. whoever thought of this game must be siao.
at least i am nice enough to draw the man clothes when i get to be the mastermind (:

belle and me were looking at the cp field while walking home from school today. it looks sad. the grass is rather green. not like there's greener grass on the other side- the other side got road no grass. actually,there's some grass on the other side- we call them weeds (: haha and we dont count all those inside the houses.
all the cool things in the field are gone :( tsks. our primary school playground. oh wells. maybe we can buy that piece of land someday. then we can field cook, you know, slice the chicken with the BLADES of grass. haha. and our parents can play golf. wow.the grassland can be developed into cedar park.

we can have tree planting day! plant CEDAR trees.
i can be the mp in charge of parks maybe.minister of parks. MOP!
carparks? we could always have car- parks. have a garden on top of your car. so that your garden can absorb whatever lousy gas your vehicle emits.

doots.

&lt;em&gt;it takes one to know one&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-115375285341590063?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115375285341590063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115375285341590063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115375285341590063' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-115280356249360081</id><published>2006-07-13T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:22:28.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(this is not another ndp song)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-michael buble&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;another summer day&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;has come and gone away&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;in paris and rome&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;but i wanna go home&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;maybe surrounded by&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a million people i&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;still feel alone&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i just wanna go home&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;oh i miss you, you know
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i've been keeping all the letters that i wrote to you&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;each one a line or two&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"i'm fine baby, how are you"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;well i would send them but i know that it's just not enough&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;my words were cold and flat&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and you deserve more than that
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;another aeroplane&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;another sunny place&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i'm lucky i know&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;but i wanna go home&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i've got to go home&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;let me go home&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i'm just too far from where you are&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i wanna come home
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;and i feel just like &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i'm living someone else's life&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;it's like I just stepped outside&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;when everything was going right&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and i know just why you could not&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;come along with me&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;that this is not your dream&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;but you always believed in me
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;another winter day has come&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and gone away&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;in even paris and rome&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and i wanna go home&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;let me go home&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and ?'m surrounded by&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a million people i&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;still feel alone&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oh, let me go home&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oh, I miss you, you know
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;let me go home&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;?'ve had my run&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;baby, ?'m done&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i gotta go home&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;let me go home&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;it will all be all right&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;?'ll be home tonight&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;?'m coming back home&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
now i know why everyone loves michael buble.
i love him too...
because i am JAY THE GAY.
tsk. that is so cheesy.

cheesy. haha. it could be someone's initials.
chee s.y.
chee sok yin?

cheesy chee sok yin. HAHAHA. quite funny.

oh. never position youself in front of the yellow pillars in the hall when you are having yoga lessons. kuku me was standing there and then the trainer asked us to focus on one point, which i did. then i realised that i was staring at the speech day banner and i was looking at someone's thighs! arghs. she was sitting cross- legged in the pict mah. i felt so bian tai, lost my balance and i laughed- quite loudly.so jing gave me the freak look.
that's why i say.. dont stand in front of those pillars.

(:

&lt;em&gt;pass the oil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-115280356249360081?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115280356249360081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115280356249360081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115280356249360081' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-115217666960579187</id><published>2006-07-06T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T17:26:22.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;here's a simple science question.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;all living things may die when_________&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;a: they are old&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;b: they are killed by predators&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;c: they do not have enough food to survive&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;d: they do not have toys to play with (:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1) a only&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2) a and d only&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3) a, b and c only&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;4) a, b, c and d&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;and my brother just had to put option 4 as his answer. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HAHA. he's so crazy. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yah. like me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;he saw my invisible pen. nah. it's not exactly invisible, if not i dont know how i am supposed to use it. it has invisible ink which is visible under UV light. then he said&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;'you can use this to vandalise the wall!'&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;haha.what's the point of vandalising then. i told you he's crazy. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-115217666960579187?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115217666960579187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115217666960579187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115217666960579187' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-115192201128129483</id><published>2006-07-03T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T20:11:03.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's the reason i'm so sick of love songs&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;so tired of tears&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;so done with wishing you were still here&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;and i am so sick of love songs&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;so sad and slow&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;so why cant i turn off the radio?&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
susu wrote this on my foolscap on friday during avt lesson. she writes weird stuff on my foolscap. at least i keep them. save her some face. i am her face bank (: she didnt just write out the lyrics, she kept singing that verse. so once she was done singing, i would reply,

'cos you dont have the switch!'
and i gave her a qian bian look.i dont know how qian bian i must have looked cos i dont bring mirrors around plus i dont think anyone looks at how qian bian she is in the mirror when she's trying to be qian bian X)

then susu stared at me. i dont know what kind of stare that was, i think it was the dian dian dian (direct translation of dot dot dot that khong taught her) stare. and she laughed.

susu is forever so dian dian dian. like her stare X)

hey. how can i blog abt sth that happened on fri when today's a monday. tsk. i wont be doing justice to you. whoever you are. i wont be doing justice to myself, because i read my own posts.

i witnessed an interesting incident on sunday. i shall call them persons A B and C.

situation: C told A to bring a table to the designated area and use it as a registration table. A thought it wasnt practical but did it anyway. so me, A and her guides brought the table there. A wanted to confirm where to put the table so she approached B who thought that it wasnt practical as well.

B:" how would you know... "
A: "exactly, that was what i was thinking"
B: mutters sth that implied that C wasnt practical.
A: "the practicality is not there.." (thinks for a moment)
"..then we will have to work on trust."
B: ''in this world there's no trust"

yea, B was right. but A still went ahead with C's plans even though she thought it wasnt practical. i guess C will never know abt this incident but hey, at least A was nice enough to trust her. so that makes B's statment invalid. there's some trust in this world (:

trust.
what does it mean anyway?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;something that we do when we have nothing else to hold on to, or something that holds us together?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-115192201128129483?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115192201128129483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115192201128129483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115192201128129483' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-115177427228364114</id><published>2006-07-01T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T01:17:52.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;stay the same
-joey mcintyre&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;don't you ever wish you were someone else,
you were meant to be the way you are exactly.
don't you ever say you don't like the way you are.
when you learn to love yourself, you're better off by far.
and i hope you always stay the same,
cos there's nothing 'bout you i would change.
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i think that you could be whatever you wanted to be
if you could realize, all the dreams you have inside.
don't be afraid if you've got something to say,
just open up your heart and let it show you the way.
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;believe in yourself.
reach down inside.
the love you find will set you free.
believe in yourself, you will come alive.
have faith in what you do.
you'll make it through.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;round about the whispering trees &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;guard our golden memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-115177427228364114?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115177427228364114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115177427228364114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115177427228364114' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-115140371322791661</id><published>2006-06-27T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T18:48:04.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/1600/HLAd1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/320/HLAd1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


















&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;two of what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;koped from jie who koped this from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)" href="http://singapore.metblogs.com/archives/2006/06/two_of_what.phtml"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;aman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;thanks aman (:&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;haha. so biantai. camper biantai!! i was and still am (: and we also have camper ma and camper ha? we should make a comback someday..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.. like superman. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;superman is such a vainpot. he gels his hair and always tries to measure his waistline by putting his hands on his hips. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="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/6612373-115140371322791661?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115140371322791661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115140371322791661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115140371322791661' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-115122179993496529</id><published>2006-06-25T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T15:53:38.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;the most important thing is not to win
but to take part
just as the most important thing
in life is not the triumph
but the struggle
the essential thing is not to have conquered
but to have fought well

-olympics creed

it's untimely to put the olympics creed when it's two years away.but then again, i dont have the world cup creed, if there's one (:

jie asked me a real amazing question,
'there's a new bra size that fits everyone, you know what's that?'
gullible me thought it was for real and i said 'free size?' and she said 'no. it's world cup.'
&lt;em&gt;qian bian-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-115122179993496529?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115122179993496529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115122179993496529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115122179993496529' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-115072143275792671</id><published>2006-06-19T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T20:50:32.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;words fail me. i think it's an f9. that's a bad fail. (:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;let's sing a song! haha. my cousin used to bring all those sing- along LDs to my grandma's house during saturday gatherings for her kids to watch. disney sing along songs. it's the karaoke version, disney MTVs? (: i think LDs are nice. they look like big shiny donuts.haha.LDs are so 1990s. used to have lots of them. maybe in the past they had XLDs. extra large discs. hey i digressed! alright. back to the song.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;-John Denver&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;today while the blossoms still cling to the vine&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i'll taste your strawberries, i'll drink your sweet wine &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;a million tomorrows shall all pass away &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ere i forget all the joy that is mine today&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i'll be a dandy and i'll be a rover&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;you'll know who i am by the song that i sing &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i'll feast at your table, i'll sleep in your clover &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;who knows what tomorrow shall bring&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i can't be contented with yesterday's glory &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i can't live on promises winter to spring &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;today is my moment and now is my story&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'll laugh and i'll cry and i'll sing &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;today while the blossoms still cling to the vine &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'll taste your strawberries, i'll drink your sweet wine &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a million tomorrows shall all pass away &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ere I forget all the joy that is mine today &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;(: &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-115072143275792671?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115072143275792671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/115072143275792671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115072143275792671' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114967992555940286</id><published>2006-06-07T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T19:38:38.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jalan bahtera (:

&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/320/DSC02476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;yay! canoe shed. i remember the water was so orh lu lu. plus the trash was floating around like lian hua on the pond. haha. i remember walking across raft. that's a cheap thrill X) then we came out of the sea smelling like fish. acp was nice enough to let us.. er. i forgot what she let us do. but she was nice lah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/4426/358/320/DSC02479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;HUTS! i HEART huts. haha. hearthuts hearthuts. tounge twister.haha.i love those huts. so cool.it has this kampung feel to it. the floor planks had gaps which you could peep through. i remember waking up on the second morning, then i peeped through the gap and saw leader ws sleeping underneath.. imagine if i drooled. haha. oh, and we sprayed lots of 'OFF' insect repellent at night.it stings the eyes. anyway, i slept near the window at the end of hut, so i woke up every morning to see many many dead insects beside me. haha. kuku me will sweep them into a neat pile. &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/4426/358/320/DSC02478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;high elements! and HUTS again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;this is where i want to be..&lt;/span&gt;&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/6612373-114967992555940286?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114967992555940286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114967992555940286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114967992555940286' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114951148044482099</id><published>2006-06-05T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T20:48:18.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;commercials these days are so corny. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;or maybe they have always been like that, just that i didnt realise. wow.took me a decade and a half. x)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;take for eg. the milk powder commercials. cant intelligent milk powders have commercials that match their intelligence? all of them have the same tagline that go something like &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;'my milk formula has AA and DHA. i will make your kid a SMART kid'&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;then they make the words AA and DHA swirl up this diagram of a kid, from the disgestive system to the brains and gives it a BOOST. siao. and the next scene, where the kid flaunts his brains by doing some maths problem, or identifying a flower. yep. it definitely has AA, because the kid goes around attracting attention mah.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;you think parents know what those abbreviations stand for? no.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;AA probably sounds like batteries to them. cheater bug! any o how. i am so glad the milk formula i drank when i was a kid had better and more natural commercials. there were COWS x) haha.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;heigh ho. heigh ho. and off to work we go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114951148044482099?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114951148044482099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114951148044482099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114951148044482099' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114830644514090111</id><published>2006-05-22T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:02:49.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just happened to stare at this freebie.. you know those that come attached with the corny cornflakes? it's a mousepad featuring some movie character called sinbad.it was this movie that was shown quite a few million years back.my house has antiques and my brother is the antique collector.well, i was thinking.. whoa.what a lousy name to have. i mean sin= bad and bad=bad. that's double the bad-ness. sinbad. that sounds bad.. it's as if the parents have something against the unborn child.. maybe the mother was really unhappy during her pregnancy because her son made her look FAT. pre-natal blues i guess so she would go.. 'sin.. bad... sin..bad' i guess that's how his name came about. poor boy..
well, at least he was made into a movie and has his face on a freebie. so maybe two bads in a name does make a positive. oh, my name has the word 'sin' in it too! and there are many ways which you can look it. it could be sin-ing.. sheesh. it's an ongoing thing! or sini- ng which means 'here' in malay and No Good. here no good. wah seh. if my hypothesis of the two bads making a positive is correct, then one day.. i will be featured on a freebie. haha cheapskate.
talking about freebies. kids love freebies just like how women love diamonds. freebies are
a kid's best friend! sounds as if the lonely kid got so desperate for a friend that he bought a million boxes of corny cornflakes for those freebies aka best friends. desperate kid. whoohoo. new show. every episode, the same old kid will chiong to walmart to buy cornflakes. how corny :)
i still have my cornflake freebies i bought when i was still a kid! haha. those 3D cards featuring tarzan and jane and another movie abt the dinosaurs.now when i look at those 3D cards, i will think to myself.. 'the koko krunch was crunchy!' random. i bet tarzan smokes because he has TAR on him. haha. i am rolling eyes at myself. anyway, whoever that brilliant guy who started this freebie trend was.. i want to tell him.. 'nehnehneh. i am smarter than you'
i am going to start a franchise selling FREEBIES. haha. cool sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114830644514090111?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114830644514090111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114830644514090111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114830644514090111' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114735468572910709</id><published>2006-05-11T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:42:22.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes. i forgot to add.there's so much angst in the air.i guess sg air is not fresh enough for inhalation. i suggest for the next general elections, the mps should promise the planting of more trees. then you would probably see this whole forest of angsana trees outside your window and you can occasionally shoot crows and have them for supper? haha. stop laughing. i know it's not funny.

whatever it is.
come on people. cheer up. smile up. you cant solve problems by being depressed.

it's like maths. you cant write a big fat 'depressed' word on your foolscp just because you cant solve maths problems. if we could do that, i dont think the bookshop would be making much money because nobody needs that many pens already.

and please. you are not buttons. you cant be pressed.. what more being depressed. dont be something you cannot be. hello buttons? what a lousy object. have high higher standards.. be a diamond? whoohoo. hard, sexy and they shine too after being cut.


It is not the critic who counts;
not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled
or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,
whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood;
who strives valiantly;
who errs and comes short again and again;
who knows great enthusiasms,the great devotions;
who spends himself in a worthy cause;
who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement,
and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while DARING GREATLY
so that his place shall never be with those timid souls
who know neither victory or defeat.

i forgot where i got that from.

but hey whoever that's reading this blog
keep on keeping on!!

take care X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114735468572910709?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114735468572910709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114735468572910709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114735468572910709' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114735335859104490</id><published>2006-05-11T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:26:35.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;one last post before i work my ass off :)

oh no. which means i will have no more a***. my private part role is the stinkiest out of all the other parts. hah. thanks volvo. nice car.
oh oh. if you have watched E.T.. the movie abt this wrinkly alien dropping by Earth for tea.. you should remember the joke abt the wrinkly alien coming from uranus. and well.. uranus sounds alot like your anus. haha.
there. i just taught you life's most important lesson.
never ever declare that you come from Uranus, because
1. nobody will believe you..
2. i will laugh my ass off and this will impair my excretion function
3. that declaration is only meant for your mum's ears
'MA. I COME FROM URANUS!!'
the third reason is biologically incorrect. gahaha.
all this perv talk is making me disgusted.. well er..with myself. i should be thrown into a big pot of curry and boiled for 101 seconds X) hey.why is it that men are from mars and women are from venus. males got a craving for chocolate?
was in school today for a whole lot of fun while the rest of the level was probably still in lala land with the teletubbies.haha.anyway, the school lacks character without the sec 4s. nono. it's not an overstatement just a FACT.it seems so quiet without the sec 4s. the classroom block is always exploding with crazy students talking and screaming like as if godzilla came over for koko crunch.haha. not funny.
oh yes. the late night shows on tv are so darn nice. i watched this prog on the tactics psychics use to make people believe them.you know stuff like palmistry.haha. that sounds like an industry manufacturing palms? i forgot the name of the show. it's so coolio. talking about cool. i was telling dhil and ackhala about the hot dogs and cool cats. haha. you see the link. actually it's quite cacat but it's alright i wont get sued by spca.
i have been blog hopping. it's a new kind of sport that will supposedly help you train for cross- country X) okay. i digressed. as i was saying. i was visiting the famous blogs in sg like mrbrown.com. it's interesting and worth reading. drop by the website for ice kachang if you have the time.

what's with me and all the weird expressions like dropping by for koko crunch?
:)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114735335859104490?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114735335859104490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114735335859104490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114735335859104490' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114709497855207572</id><published>2006-05-08T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:29:38.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

"hello?"

"...(breathing).."

"hello?"

"..(breathing).."

"HELLO?"

"PONG NYGEH PIONG! "

that is our version of when a stranger calls.thai version. X)


hey. just some food for thought.now feed your brains!

what if 10 years down the road... you happen to walk past this hotel and you see this big  framed wedding photo and beside it, a board with the words:
Wedding of
'XXXXXXX'
and
some guy.. whatever his name is. 
and that XXXXXXX happens to be your senior from cedar.like c? 

what would you do?

i posed this question to a few people. haha.the response was rather funny.

1. crash the wedding and say 'hi' to her
2. call everyone who knew her. (hotel guests would probably think you some crazy woman getting high over a wedding photo)
3. call everyone who knew her and crash the wedding together.
4. if you hated her to the core. take off your heels and hurl it at the wedding photo.

obviously, the ridiculous ones are from me :)

it's interesting to think how life would be after cedar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114709497855207572?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114709497855207572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114709497855207572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114709497855207572' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114708795157447413</id><published>2006-05-05T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T19:32:58.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;days go by - keith urban

i'm changing lanes
i'm talking on the phone
i'm driving way too fast
and the interstate's jammed with
gunners like me afraid of coming in last
but somewhere in the race we run
we're coming undone

days go by
i can feel them flying
like a hand out the window in the wind as the cars go by
it's all we've been given
so you better start living right now
'cause days go by
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;out on the roof just the other night
i watched the world flash by
headlights, taillights running through a river of neon signs
but somewhere in the rush
i felt we're losing ourselves
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;days go by
i can feel them flying
like a hand out the window in the wind as the cars go by
it's all we've been given
so you better start living right now
'cause days go by
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i couldnt decide where to type. so i decided HERE. in the middle.i was supposed to write something yesterday after posting the lyrics but oh wells.. i was too tired.so let's just pretend it's still friday night.. that's a meaninful song btw.
one last paper and we are done! x) i love our CURRENT girlfriend. we just cant RESIST her. we call her elektra.let's play some electrifying music..
ching chong ching chong.
haha that was kuku.it sounds familiar too. sounds like mr muthu.HAHA.
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;we think about tomorrow then it slips away
we talk about forever but we've only got today
and the days go by
i can feel them flying
like a hand out the window as the cars go by
it's all we've been given
these days go by
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;so take them by the hand
they're yours and mine
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;take them by the hand
and live your life
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;take them by the hand
don't let them all fly by..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114708795157447413?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114708795157447413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114708795157447413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114708795157447413' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114568515793398170</id><published>2006-04-22T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T00:13:15.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;april's coming to an end. what a loser.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114568515793398170?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114568515793398170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114568515793398170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114568515793398170' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114484081238396260</id><published>2006-04-12T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T22:06:24.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:)

we completed our basic requirements! hoho. where's santa? anyway, we had fun buying nectarines. taking taxis like tomorrow would never come. going to nus high to take our test. learning how to do cpr on little anne. making jam! :))
OH YEA. talking about taxis. i met two weird taxi drivers . one last week.on tues when me shir and gwen took a taxi to anderson to borrow manila rope. we were rather pathetic. we only had money with us and the old ah pek didnt know the directions to anderson sec. we asked for the street directory, but he insisted he knew the way.. stubborn old man. tsks. anyway, he still reached into the side compartment to get the street directory. it was in a giordano plastic bag with a calendar. okay. THE calendar- the highlight of the whole journey.the cover was facing down and he flipped it over and he went
shock shock horror horror shock shock horror (copyright:gooddeptbuddy (: )
' ta ma de na yi ge wan ba'
translation: what the.. which freak put this here
and he immediately flipped it back. i caught a glimpse of the cover. i think it was a nude lady. not sure. anyway, i was rather amused. who else would have put it there? santa? haha. he mumbled some stuff hoping that i wouldnt think it was him. haha. malu baluku. then after much u turning and reversing and stuff we finally got to anderson sec. the taxi fare was darn ex. stupid pervert ah pek. tsks.it was quite bad, we didnt have prior appointment, at least we thought we didnt. then we walked to the general office and asked where was the guides' room. and we lied saying that we had an appointment with them at 3pm. haha. the clerk gave us some directions. we thought the guides' room was closed because it looked dark through the windows. lesson learnt, windows are deceiving.
and then.. we went to the pay phone to call sh. 10 goodness.. haha.. emaths joke.. i had my power rangers' phone card which i have been using since p6? :) heng man!there was 10 cents left. we called sh and she told us to look for bernice or some other person. so we got the names and we almost wanted to walk around the whole sch and ask where they were. then we realised that bernice and co. was inside the room. borrowed manila rope. and we carried the big bag of rope to the bus terminal. we looked like three crazy blue people with a big red plastic bag roaming around the ang mo kio area. thanks to our orienteering skills we managed to get back to sch alive. X))

the second taxi driver was eccentric. he asked alot of weird questions..if we could have recorded the whole conver down, i bet it would have been a hit single.
he randomly asked
'ni men xue xiao you mei you lesbian?'
translation: does your school have lesbians?
my first reaction was WHAT? and my second reaction was 'wow. intersting taxi driver. quite hip arh. knows the word LESBIAN '
three of us on board were like nonono. and he went
'na li mei you? wo zai le LIANG GE'
translation: who says there isnt, i got them as my passengers!
he went on to describe how disgusting it was. how he had wanted to record it down.. tell our principal. yadayada. and he asked if we were lesbians.

right right! we are we are.

TSKS.
silly man. the whole ride was more like a interview. he concluded that we needed to see a doctor because we werent normal.. to him.. basically because,
we dont have boyfriends. we dont watch superstar prog.

brahh. whatever, who needs a boyfriend? i have got enough friends to make a ship called friendship.maybe i would need a buoy on board that ship. but definitely not a boy. haha. nonsense lah sining.and i dont think superstar progs are that super. i rather watch something like.. WATCH YOUR FRONT X)
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to backdrop 06
(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114484081238396260?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114484081238396260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114484081238396260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114484081238396260' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114455259564275433</id><published>2006-04-09T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T11:35:22.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now it all seems so surreal.
three years of guiding. three years of campfires. three years..
so much has happened
and we have all grown.

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yuanlaizuitengtongdebiaoqingjingshimeiyouqingxu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114455259564275433?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114455259564275433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114455259564275433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114455259564275433' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114424141888280757</id><published>2006-04-05T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T16:09:41.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;when i think back on these times&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and the dreams we left behind&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i'll be glad 'cause i was blessed to get to have you in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;whatever happens, i will always thank you for all that you have given . &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in my heart there will always be a place for you for all my life&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'll keep a part of you with me&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and everywhere i am there you'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;it wasnt and isnt going to be easy, but in the end , i hope you realise the significance of it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i really hope you enjoyed being part of this whole process as much as i did. it may be the last but dont ever let the passion die. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;'cause i always saw in you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;my light, my strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114424141888280757?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114424141888280757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114424141888280757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114424141888280757' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114424041678748503</id><published>2006-04-05T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:02:21.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;in response to all the ltc oac related tags.
i will blog about them.. and i mean NOW. :)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ltc04&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;hmm. let's see. my first contact with ltc was in p6. when my sis was part of it. she was in alpha.i remember she hated it.it's just not her kind of thing. i remember our family driving to mayflower adventure centre or something on a sat night. she was having her campfire. could hear them singing or sth.. dont really remember.. but i know she told me that the residents around that area complained about the noise. haha X)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;then sec 2 end of year. almost everyone in class was talking about ltc, all the excitement. xiuqi was my table partner then :) and i think she showed me the consent form. i got to know that i was part of ltc quite late. i still remember i made a pact with someone to be in the same group.. to go thorugh ltc together. we didnt end up in the same group though. :(
then we had our first briefing at the sports hall. and then the groupings. i was so happy to know that me mj and dhilshad were in the same group. hoho. i remember mj coming to my class during the change in period and i was standing at the frontdoor. X)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dhilshad.mj.syeyuet.elina.michelle.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanlin.xinmei.xinya.jeannie.hweeteng.me&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bravo 04.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh man. we were so fun. applelady cups. 1.00 slippers. cool skit. grandma mamabooboo. and of course a HOT flag.. which acp liked.ALOT. HAHA. yay! i loved our skit and our flag. the meetings we had in the canteen. painting painting. talking nonsense. our flag was campfire inspired, the knight in shining armour X) and of course.. the word triumph. HAHA.
belay school. i dont remember much. other than leader apriani doing the 'alpha alpha.. titititititi' the power ranger robot's tagline. haha. then the test. at the second level empty corridor. how can i forget. :) the night before ltc. i was still doing touch ups to the flag while having dinner and watching sg idol finals. haha.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;and then the first day of ltc. in the morning we were koping pebbles to put into our milo tin. haha. then on the trip there, i was next to dhilshad.. we were studying for the test. i remember our first act was low e. and first station was the walls. bahtera is the best campsite around. the huts/ dorms are so cool. oh wells. night walk was the best. we were blindfolded and led to the deserted and uluated road.the leaders did weird things to us. the first leader pretended to be a camper and told me she was really scared..i laughed. i think it was leader jocelin. hmm.. then later she left. and leader valerie and leader kate came along.. nono. before that zhenluan was made to sit in front of me. i didnt believe it was her. until she said 'prc scholar'.. our joke. heh. then yep the leaders told us many weird things. tried denying that they were leader valerie and leader kate. we were made to walk to walk back to the campsite in pairs. i think i walked back with michelle or sth. i forgot. there was one night when i met sher in the toilet. haha. we were queuing to use the toilet, i was walking towards the last cubicle when she told me that there was a toad inside the toilet bowl.. i didnt believe her so i went in. yep. there sure was a toad.. and a disgusting one too.me and sher have some problems with toilet bowls.. including the overflowing one in thailand.oh toads. i remember on cf night. when bravo was having nightcapduty.. there was this toad. and shinwei our brave soul just cupped it in her hands and released it into the wild. haha. i will remember shinwei for that.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;break camp. the few of us with the leaders dragged ourselves to camp christine which was just next door. oh man. we were all so camp sick.
interview was hmm.. scary.anyhow.. we all had fun.
some things happened here and there.. i cant possibly write evt down since i cant remember everything.
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;one thing's for sure though..
it was just the beginning..


of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114424041678748503?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114424041678748503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114424041678748503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114424041678748503' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114330509438362119</id><published>2006-03-26T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T01:05:44.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;here i am finally to blog about leaders' invest 2006 :)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;let me start from the very beginning..
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;for the excos.. we started preparations in late jan. the brainstorming of themes and item.looking through the old proposals and stuff.we stormed together with the psls.brain rained and drained.there was the 'big bang' period.it was a cool theme. but hey vogue's cooler.then we realised that there was a sexual cronotation to it. so we changed the theme. a lot more storming. then finally.. vogue. after the tight schedule for proposal-ing we announced the theme and the comms. i wasnt supposed to be in any comm. but hey, since belle and zl were in the same comm and we stay in the same area. i decided to attach myself to the com. my initial plan was to just help abit.. just for fun. but in the end i really involved myself in it-comming.. out of love for zl and belle. haha. X)
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;then the actual prep started. the script, the invites, the decor.. well.. evt. madness everywhere.. what more with oac. after oac, we started our rehearsals proper. then march hols. i didnt get to attend the sat, mon and tues rehearsal. oh it was so darn sad. i missed out on the gossips and all the interesting things that happened. BRAHH. no choice. i cldnt possibly run all the way back to sg and back to tn just to attend rehearsals.awwww.haha. and then it was IT- comm-ing at belle's house on the wed of march hols. rehearsal. then more rehearsals. intensive it-comm-ing and other li stuff. late nights. intensive loss of sleep.intensive powerpoint-ing. intensive photo shopping. intensive meal skipping. intensive sms-ing. intensive abandon-ing of hw. well. evt was overwhelming, intensive.. but there wasnt any manupilating. haha. it was tiring but it was worth it. everything that we did for invest= worth it.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;well, it wasnt a smooth journey. there were major mix-ups. major screw-ups. and of course, there were major cheer ups. haha

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;and i have to say this..
when you are proud of yourself.. you give yourself a pat on the back.
when you are pissed and disappointed in yourself.. you give yourself a slap on the back.
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;random.
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;on the day of invest itself. everything went alright. me, zl, belle, evelyn and mj.. i think.. we were all at the control room. i was controling the labtop. haha. quite freaky. my fingers were trembling. we wanted to scream for achala! haha. quite funny. we nodded in approval for almost every sentence of her speech. see how much we love you babe? haha. then we played the video!! hoho. so HIGH. but the av covered the projector before they played the credits. then walk in. we ran up and down the gallery quite a lot of times. the photographer keep flashing and flashing. nono. that sounded awfully wrong. haha. the camera kept flashing. the sec 4s in front kept shouting out random stuff. quite funny. the creed was disrupted by the crazy man. stupid. if i had a chance i would have slapped him.then after the badge presentation. we ran up to the control room again to control the powerpoint. the skit sure looked good from the control room. haha. went backstage and then finally the cheer. the guest -entertaining and stuff. the food. wallk about. and it ended!
so quickly.
darn. it was the best invest ever. the involvement. everything. belle's house sure holds many memories. of course there were some things that happened along the way that shall not be mentioned here.
sheesh. IT COMM sure rocks.hah.staying up late to wait for each other to be done. man.. the IT COMM spirit. and esp to belle and zhenluan.. thankyou for showing me true passion and friendship. seriously i cant ask for more.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;then we had a post invest gathering at swensons. i reached late. there was just the few of us. we will have one with full attendance next time okay? oh man. we were high. and i am not a messy eater. i was just tired.. haha. a lot of gossiping and crapping before we left. HAHA. sheesh. when's the next gathering. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;somehow. every invest, my stockings will tear.. because of the rushing and running.friction lah.and partly because i run like a nut. this is our last invest.the last time my stockings will tear. the memories will last.i wont vaguely remember. i will VOGUE-ly remember X))&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if the world is cold.. make it your business to build fires.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114330509438362119?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114330509438362119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114330509438362119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114330509438362119' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114257574427713642</id><published>2006-03-17T13:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T21:57:42.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;sometimes it's wrong to walk away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;though you think it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;knowing there's so much more to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;suddenly the moment's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;and all your dreams are upside down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;and you just wanna change the way the world goes round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so our duty kinda ends after tmr. i will miss the alumni room. the cups and plates. the logis. the tins of biscuits.the masking tape! the everything. so.. i guess. it's really goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;GOODBYE MY LOVER! GOODBYE MY FRIEND! YOU HAVE BEEN THE ONE. YOU HAVE BEEN THE ONE FOR ME. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;typing it in caps is like singing it out when you are drunk.   &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;tell me, have you ever loved and lost somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;wished there was a chance to say i'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;can't you see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;that's the way i feel about you and me, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;have you ever felt your heart was breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;lookin down the road you should be taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i should know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;cos i loved and lost the day i let you go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114257574427713642?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114257574427713642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114257574427713642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114257574427713642' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114233945017847467</id><published>2006-03-14T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:03:14.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the world is spinning. as usual.
haha.
okay. it's time i uploaded all the oac picts and videos X)) heh. finally arh.

update on taman negara camp.

journey to tn was long long and very long.we interacted with quest guides and of course we had alot of fun doing self entertainment. liying for one was showing me her alpha-burps. she burped out the alphabets. coolio! we ate, drank and slept. a bus full of retirees X) there was movie screening as well. chicken little- which was quite dumb. i bet it was due to the chicken flu. heh. and harry potter which i didnt watch. too hairy. baahaha.anyway, we stopped at the jetty for lunch, bought rubber shoes. aha. the rubber shoes are super freaky. they are cockroach-infested. everyone was screaming and so we looked like a bunch of retirees screaming.. cause there's no more money in our cpf? wait. i didnt scream. cause i was lucky enough to get a cockroach free rubber shoe. BEAMS* heh. then we took another 3 hour long boat ride to tn. the boat is that kind of old old dayung sampan kind of boat with a metal cover on top. the view was good and the wind was BEST. we did more self entertaining while the rest slept. that night, my long lost friend came to look for me. saturday night fever. i was down with fever. sighs. quite sad. i was feeling HOT man. every time i went to the toilet. there was FIRE IN THE TOILET!! haha. not funny. fever kept fluctuating like crazy. i sounded like gako. but i participated in almost all the activities. how could i miss all the lovely activities just because of my fever. TSKs. we went caving. coolio.up close and personal with the bats. a metre away. shuang! the temp inside the cave was cool and it was a jolly good experience X)) then we went rapid shooting. splashed water everywhere like nobody's business. and the minerals found at the rapids can be used as dye. so we took turns to be marion's make up artist. man we are so pro. and why are we pro?
because i said so. haha
we had night hike at the tn park. we went up the platform to spot sambah deers. quite funny. the tour guide used his ultra powerful torch to shine at the sambah deer and he said' sambah deer ' and some of us heard it as 'somebody' so the people standing around the tourguide were asking where was the 'somebody'. hah. nothing much for night walk. saw quite alot of insects and stuff. sh spotted two insects mating. we were quite excited. then mdm f told us that they could do it for a week. whoa. where do they get so much petrol? for such a high sex drive. okay. that was R21. please do some brainwashing now. i repeat.NOW.
fever went up again on day 3. mdm f and ms chong took me to the clinic. abigail wanted me to report to her whether the doc was goodlooking anot.haha.as a matter of fact the doctor was.. pleasant looking. i didnt defame him arh. just infer. the doctor was speaking in malay and i couldnt understand a word. so mdm f did all the talking. i was told later that the consultation was foc. but mdm f insisted that we paid so that at least we had a receipt. the doc was rather funny. canopy walk was quite okay. it's like doing high e without harness. SHIOK. we took alot of picts. and yr said sorry to the tree root because she tripped over it. haha. went back to our dorms after canopy walk. oh our dorms are small but air conditioned. there are millions of mosquitoes inside though. quite crazy. every cm cube of air there's at least 1 mosquito. fever went up again so i didnt get to go for the orang asli visit. quite sad. campfire was held under the stars! coolio. we took a boat across the river to a sandy islet where we had our campfire. i wasnt supposed to cheer but then i still did. and i sounded like darth vader.haha. campfire was okay. the venue was cool X) we left for sg at about 8 plus this morning and reached sg at about 6 plus.

and it's over.our last camp. sobs uncontrollably like an ass. haha. i enjoyed it even though i was too hot and too hot to register what was happening.

and i must thank my partner shihan for being the greatest nurse around. man. she was so caring that i could have died out of love for her. haha


and pinyue is in ms sg universe. ex acl 03. coolio. we have sexy guides.

and there's ammonium chloride in my cough mixture. YUCKS. and i think hydrochloride. so sick. what a lethal combi. eww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114233945017847467?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114233945017847467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114233945017847467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114233945017847467' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114200212722871608</id><published>2006-03-10T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T22:48:47.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fingers itchy. the keyboard is doing cip by relieving the itch. HAHA.

blogging is fun.

sounds familiar. haha.ohyar.my first reading period duty. when i went into 4p and asked them to read their books. i said '4p please read your books. reading is fun' then they all burst out laughing. haha. malu baluku. and mdm f was just outside.haha.

yep. i got fed up with the old blog skin. so lao pok and dull. so i changed it. this is to keep up with times. the pict was taken during last yr's annual cf. X)  our cf X)) i bought the cam specially for the occasion. my sis took the photo. it's the torch firestruct put around the courtyard. SEXY right. i knew it!

oh sheesh. i need to pack my bag for tn. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114200212722871608?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114200212722871608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114200212722871608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114200212722871608' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114199278132028073</id><published>2006-03-10T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:13:01.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school was rather interesting today. still in oac mood and HAH. there's camp tmr. sighhs. i mean
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIGHS&lt;/span&gt;
i need a break. seriously.nvm there's still sh! haha. and our banana group. that's a rather kuku group name. and it reminds me of oac. argh. piang! breaking heart. sukuku and ping pong poo.
nevermind. i will survive. grandma mamabooboo will survive.kerosene will survive. miss wire will survive. muthu's family curry will survive. coolie will survive! yes i will X)) haha 
oh sheesh. i wont get to act for li item. doots! doots! sighers. hmm. oh wells. i can be the prop? NONONO. it's our last LI! tsks. how can..
xq has 6 ulcers. poor thing. she's rather funny. the way she laughs. is HOT. muthu maid was telling us how she prepared for school ytd and walked all the way to the mrt station. sneezed or coughed once and then decided that she was sick and cldnt go to sch. quite funny.then xq laughed. and i laughed because she laughed.
my GREAT sister took the cam to sch. and i havent transferred the video and the picts as yet. smack her upside down! she better not touch anything or i will touch her. X)  tsks. i need the cam.
i am gonna miss my t1 conshares. sobs uncontrollably*  haha. that was quite drama. anyways. just wondering when we are going to play manito?see the link? conshare and manito. that's called an ez link. everyone has it X)) it's on the cards!!

oh man. i just read belle's blog. so nice! all the wonderful wonderful yesterdays. I MISS INSTRUCTOR DAYS! sobs uncontrollably* haha. cries like an ass!! haha.

shut up sining!!

HOHO. i am so HIGH.

i cant wait for.. err. erm nothing. haha. haha. SIAO.

and tada! OALs 0506 hit single!!

&lt;em&gt;i want it that way!&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;You are my fire&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The one desire&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Believe when I say&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I want it that way&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;But we are two worlds apart&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Can't reach to your heart&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;When you say&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;That I want it that way&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Tell me why&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Ain't nothin' but a heartache&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Tell me why&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Ain't nothin' but a mistake&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Tell me why&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I never wanna hear you say&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I want it that way&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Am I your fire&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Your one desire&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Yes I know it's too late&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;But I want it that way&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Now I can see that we're falling apart&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;From the way that it used to be&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;No matter the distance&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I want you to know&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;That deep down inside of me...&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;You are my fire&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The one desire&lt;/em&gt;

X))

leaders! you are my SONIA!!

HUGS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114199278132028073?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114199278132028073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114199278132028073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114199278132028073' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114190235287855655</id><published>2006-03-09T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:05:52.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh i realised that i didnt blog about alot of things. i am having a bad headache. again.

we were at the chem lab today. i was holding the lighter then i was thinking where's the torch. haha. stupid kuku me
 X)

and i forgot to thank chief assistant chiefs and all the leaders for being part of oals 06.

thank you for all the memories.

&lt;em&gt;it's just goodnight and not goodbye..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114190235287855655?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114190235287855655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114190235287855655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114190235287855655' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114190138620771349</id><published>2006-03-09T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:09:00.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feels weird to be back home. home is not where the heart is. i think i left it at LAC. sighs. oh wells. there's still tnc,LI and cgacf. sighs. wake up and shut up sining!

OAC 06
it was fun. best. and it's over. tsks. i dont like it when time has a sense of urgency. anyways, i am glad i managed to go for cruise and lab challenge. and i am glad the fire cage went down smoothly. day 1 was alot of stoning.games was okay. nothing much. day 2 was tower. instructor zaini was quite funny. xiuqi kept laughing at him. and i laughed because she laughed.haha and i climbed the rock wall. yay. my first X) and then we went on the cruise. orienteering and campfire dept. YAY. good dept buddies. we did alot of dumb things on the cruise. our egg was quite funny. it broke. then most of us slept. me karmun and malita were listening to the weird songs. then we reached kusu island. we didnt get to do much cause many campers were sea sick and we had to go in shifts. me malita and karmun went to the tortoise sanctuary. there was this huge tortoise. it was smiling at us. so freaky. eyes were so BIG. i bet it was some old old tortoise. then i talked to it. 'if you can talk, crawl out of the tortoise shelter ' and it did. so freaky. and it started to eat the taugay. so cute. we were quite freaked out though. then the campers came and we left. oh, we made a wish at the wishing well. we didnt have coins. so we threw leaves in. it's the thought that counts. heh. the trip back was okay. i sat beside good dept buddy and zaferin. i forgot what we were talking about. oh yar. it was about the cute boy with the thomas and friends clothes. so cartoon. then we went up. we started to sing bsb's i want it that way. that song was stuck in our heads for quite a few days. sumitra started it. papa of the muthu family X)) i video-ed it. syeyuet was the main lead. she rawks man. we saw a helmet floating in the sea. quite funny. and the instructors were quite funny and quite random. pink dolphin. haha.
we didnt manage to oversee fieldcooking. but the food was not bad. belle was telling us all the jokes inst ivan told us. HAHA. day 3 was cf prep. sher and me doing random stuff cause we were bored and we wanted to experiment some stuff. our secret. i was supposed to be stuck at the qm base for act 8. hengness there was some change in policy so i went for zipline. with belle X)) we were quite bored so we talked to the instructors. all the link and ez link. and the thing that the field was the moon cause rockets kept landing. night hike was okay. went with c1 and mttp. night hike was so much better than last yr X)) mttp was quite funny. after night hike we went to the canteen. we were laughing like siao. again. funny stuff. i forgot. it was just funny. day 4 was lab challenge. wanted to go ar. but we needed tickets. me and xiuqi took mr tan's car. haha. at the park.we were doing crazy stuff. and giving out flowers to the inst. leaders are so crazy. me and zhen luan observed the ants. so cool. and the teamwork sure rawked.then there was campfire prep. it was fun.we were so scared that the firewood wouldnt come. after dinner we were playing with the see saw plank. and of course the thousand legged worm and funny stuff. finally me and xiuqi dragged ourselves to cf prep. sulaiha helped X) sulaiha is one cool dude X) haha. i was high again. when i am bored. i do self entertaining. this sounds alot like sir chan. we managed to tie one nice sexy fire struct. haha. the second bag of firewood had termites though. kuku.sentry was quite dead. i was sleep walking. everyone was tired.so we decided to sleep at 5am. me and xiuqi were too tired to wake up. i was having weird dreams.haha.we woke up at 8. cf prep again. somehow the dark clouds kept coming and going. so crazy. like me. i swear i was not paranoid. even siying and dolly felt the same. i was lying at the qm base trying to sleep then they came in and told me the sky was overcast. i got so freaked out. but i slept anyway for awhile. woke up and there was this big pepsi cola challenge. i managed to balance on the see saw plank. not bad not bad. oh and syeyuet told me on day 6 that she and siying did a sundance on day 5 so that it wldnt rain. HAHA. we started late for campfire. and it lasted for 3 hrs.haha.we didnt make an attempt to stop it. the wind was so strong that our fire went kuku. nvm. the cage was so rawking good. i loved it. leaders' item rawked. X) X) X) i took a pict with the emcees. haha. they were very funny. after cf we kept looking at the fire cage video. shiokness. the muthus had a meeting. we crapped and sang. you are my sonia. haha. muthus unite! day 6 was big sweep. breakfast was cool. leaders were singing and singing. and singing. quite fun. sulaiha helped us with the clean up. i think she loves our dept too much. the fire extinguisher was HAHA. dumb. nvm. the window was disfigured. we were walking around and singing check check collate. we took a dept photo at the trolley. and then we left the campsite. the leaders were in the same bus. we didnt leave anyone behind. and we sang and sang and sang. it was fun. then we had debrief. it was not bad. then we had one last billy banjar and reka tengay. phototaking. and we went to ppmacs. all our inst memories. sheesh. time really flies. i still remember all the inst days at ppmacs. our usual table. near the glass windows. the inst occupied it ytd. passing on the tradition i guess. then we went to the playground and did spastic stuff. went back to ppmacs again to do more spastic stuff. me sher malita and jessica played the thousand legged worm with the glass window in between. then we went back to school.

oh man. i miss oac. i miss everything. ltc 04. oac 05. ltc 05. oac 06. from camper to inst to leader. our bravo days. our inst days. our leader days. so many memories. sighh. and i am going to miss campfires. oh wells.

i love my dept. i love campfire dept. the flame burns within us X) always and forever.
i love the muthu family and i will always be the curry of the family.
i love my good dept buddy. X)
i love oal 06.
&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;can we go back for ltc campfire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114190138620771349?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114190138620771349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114190138620771349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114190138620771349' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114121814916164956</id><published>2006-03-01T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T21:02:29.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 more days to OAC.

i am going to miss OAC after OAC. haha. yea. and of course i am going to miss the campfire. sighh. and we got a whole mountain of OAC homework.i am going to burn it.

and we are going to see the pregnant frog. play with dogsticks. get chopped? haha. eat chicken drumsticks. see chickens. drink the HOT milo. play with kerosene. shave firewood. sing campfire songs. and be the birds that bring luck X))

yep. i am going to miss labrador. even though bahtera is still nicer.
i am going to miss the campfire. the department. the kerosene!!
and i am going to miss gooddeptbuddy!!

NO RAIN PLEASE. give me the sun! no. the MOON. and stars.

let's fold more cranes. more birds more luck. are chickens counted?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114121814916164956?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114121814916164956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114121814916164956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114121814916164956' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114084830579259466</id><published>2006-02-25T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:09:33.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;some things are just not within our control&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i weep.for in the depths of your sorrow, i saw mine.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;be strong little marshmallow! hurhur.what a statement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;oh wells. it's already end feb. i try not to notice how time flies. but then, we cant not write dates on our assignments, right? yeps.and our anniversary is coming. soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;sighh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;sumi just returned me my pen which she borrowed during LTC and i lost it. so pissing. BRAHH. i walked around the whole sch looking for it. right. a pen. nvm. i bought new ones anyway. X) X) i hate it when my stationary is KUKU. worse than sotong. NO INK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;sulaiha is so BRAH. she keeps SOUR-ing me about envee. that's the brand of my specs. and her specs. our specs are from the same family tree. and she pretends to be jealous. snorts. another KUKU. do we have an insurance claim for being mentally paralysed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;elektra is.. erh.. funny. cant find any other word to describe her. she's just the ultimate vacuum cleaner. TSKS. nvm.talking about her is like talking to myself. cos nobody wants to talk about her. that's call RESISTANCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;ohmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;let's meditate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114084830579259466?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114084830579259466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114084830579259466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114084830579259466' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-114027886335637048</id><published>2006-02-18T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:11:56.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hey!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i mean HEYHEYHEY..hah

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;not funny arh.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;induction camp! we spent a night in school.just the ten of us. sec 4s i mean. i saw a shooting star! yes. in school. COOLIO.hah. saw it together with wl.it's like a star dropping from the sky.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;unbelievable. I LOVE IT.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the floodlights were switched on and it looked so campfirish :))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nice memories&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;there were so many snails. siao one. at night then come out.we were playing with them. and i succeeded in plucking them off the ground! finally. we placed all of them on the drain cover and took pictures.
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&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;abit funny arh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we had so much fun and it's all going to end. so soon. it isnt our decision. it's just time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and zhen luan's birthday was so fun! we looked so farneh walking in one straight line. not that straight. but quite straight.nvm it's just straight. and singing the slower version of happy birthday. kah jiao her only lah. and the relighting candles rawk! nono. they burn. and that reminds me of campfire.who's in the commitee?&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;souls in wind.. must learn how to bend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-114027886335637048?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114027886335637048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/114027886335637048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114027886335637048' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113993295163904814</id><published>2006-02-14T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T13:44:41.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;X)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;happy valentine's day. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;thank you for the chocolates, the cards, the sweets, the cookies, the brownies (got guides?) the hugs, the roses, the mighty bean X) and yes the SUNFLOWERS X)) &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;today is someone's birthday. HAHA.dare to reject our present?HUMPH.we were quite retarded.where's the card arh? let's frame it up and put it at the CE board. character education. haha. i changed the font size. she doesnt read blogs right? haha. ok. that's quite scary.
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oh yes. A****A has a LOVER. whoohoos. so funny. very funny. extra strong mint!!HAHAHA. laugh together with me man. share the love. share the joy! share the fun and laughter peace and joy. this is HOT news. so hot that my blood is red hot. HAHA. ask me abt it okay. and your blood will be red hot too. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and there's in place protection tmr. FUN X) i sound like a deprived freak. haha. who cares. there's going to be a make shift toilet.let's see which class can make the best toilet. HAHA. mj will do the judging. okay, i think ms chng will bring ammonia to pour into the makeshift toilet to stimulate the REAL situation!! not funny arh. must be serious.FOCUS.&lt;em&gt; right&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;aiyer&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;AIYAH. TSKS.i am so- BRAHH. ok that's the best word ever. i love it. happy valentine's day BRAHH. oh man. did you see that. i wished my vocab happy v-day. TEEHEE. dont roll your eyes-the school insurance doesnt cover dislocation of eyeballs. &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;i think they cover students choking on fishballs though.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;does our school canteen even sell fishballs? hmm.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;i like sotong balls. they are blur. that was random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113993295163904814?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113993295163904814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113993295163904814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113993295163904814' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113958193262387319</id><published>2006-02-10T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:13:18.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sulaiha is the PIMP
and we are her prostitutes.

this was established during jogging. jogging is fun.. when the people around you are so fun. and funny..

whose night is it anyway. she didnt make a schedule. BAH. lousy PIMP.

and dhilshad and achala are jealous. cause they cant find any PIMPLES on my face.so they came up with a whole lot of ways to pinch my cheeks so that oil reserves will form. thanks arh. discussing this when i am eating.

and chem remedial is enjoyable. because i said so. dhilshad thinks she's HOT by giving ms chng CHANCE. haha. she's not HOT. it's cool in the AVT.she cant radiate heat as fast as i can give off cool air. and i called grace a 'dugong' because she called me 'sning' many many times. then i told grace 'i wanted to call you dugang' then the people in front of us.. which was dhilshad's row started laughing. then just so coincidentially ms chng said 'say louder' haha.

ms chng's transparencies are so antique.salvaged from a ship called titanic. HAH.

our class is always so passionate about learning. we have a whole lot of activities in class. we had tennis last year. this year's foot drills. haha. very stress relieving when you see people march. some people only. haha. sumi is a good commander. wanjing,gooddeptbuddy and jessica form a good SQUAT. haha. imagine during ndp, all the sports and games people start marching. sounds like fun X))

i tried to pluck a snail off the courtyard today.. wait. before you think i am a miserable saddist. i was trying to remove it and place it on the grass so that it wont get kicked by some KUKU people. then i realised that the snail sucked the floor. sounds like a vacuum cleaner to me. oh. i was wondering why gary the snail in spongebob squarepants moves rather quickly. under the sea mah. water reduces friction X)) my mother elektra must be so proud of me. BEAMS.

me and pearlyn were looking at the grass today from the third level. quite therapeutic. we were predicting which part of the grass has never been trampled on by cedarians.silly billy. taman negara sound cool. and sigh. i wish more sec4s went. tsks. not as if they didnt want to. just some KUKU adults. adults are KUKU. repeat after me.

adults are KUKU.

so never be a KUKU adult. be a COOL COOL adult. let your kids go taman negara even though it's their sec 4 year. tsks. aiyah. what was it that was planned specially for us. not eye candy i hope. your eyes will decay. just like how teeth will decay.


&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why does it always rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i dont know what to do anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113958193262387319?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113958193262387319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113958193262387319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113958193262387319' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113939492453806119</id><published>2006-02-08T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:35:24.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dead plant is decomposing weirdly. the root part is decomposing while the rest of it is still intact and GREEN. BRAHH. what crap! i want my plant back. let's do some genetic engineering! crazy.

and yes. my mum's lessons are electrifying. she's elektra. haha. my table partner sleeps during her lesson. quite sad.

oh it was sad
oh it was sad
it was sad when the big ship went down to the bottom..

today is table partner's birthday. and i din noe.tsks.i offered to give her my breakfast X)) cheapskate.okay jolene. i owe u a present!

this post is short.

quite sad arh

this calls for an encore..

oh it was sad
oh it was sad
it was sad when the big ship went down to the bottom..

they were teaching this song when we got kidnapped.unknowingly. yea right. TAKE LOGIS. and i was the first to volunteer. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113939492453806119?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113939492453806119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113939492453806119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113939492453806119' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113913678431618079</id><published>2006-02-05T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:53:05.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am stuck.. with the KUKU proposal. DUMB GUYS!! guys are dumb.

sorry lar. it's not that i am trying to be a sexist but they are making it difficult for me to finish the proposal.yes.that's right. the KUKU proposal.if you dont know what i am talking abt. you should. so ask me. coz i need your help in finishing this.. that's right.. i mean left. the KUKU proposal.

repeat after me.

the KUKU proposal.

chinese results will be out soon. yuck. and they sent me a letter to tell me that i have completed my Os and i can proceed to JC.

i was like HUH.
so funny. MALU BALUKU.

and my plant is officially dead. i think. haha. i pulled it out.. and i saw roots.that showed that it was growing when it died. WAHH.so pissed. TSKS. i want my leaf back.

bring back
oh bring back
oh bring back my leaffie to me
to me

bring back
oh bring back
oh bring back my leaffie to me
to me

nice song!

and i swear i didnt give it pineapple tarts OR bak kwa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113913678431618079?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113913678431618079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113913678431618079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113913678431618079' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113887163085484125</id><published>2006-02-02T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T17:13:51.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TSKS.

i think my heart shaped leaf is DEAD. pause. half dead. or you can say half alive. TSKS. BRAHH.
it's supposed to be rahh or something..but i decided to BE COOL and use something else instead or rah.
i tried different alphabets.hahah. alphabets. oac 05:)
arah brah- sounds good.BEST!! crah drah erah frah grah hrah irah jrah krah lrah mrah nrah orah prah qrah rrah srah trah urah vrah wrah xrah yrahn zrah.
yes. it's decided. i shall now officially declare that brahh is now in my dictionary. it sounds crude but it's okay. my blog my business. not happy. no problem.. try changing your sirname to yeo, perm you hair and be my MOTHER first before you try to say no to BRAHH.

i hope my leaf survives.i still owe good dept buddy a leaf.

HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113887163085484125?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113887163085484125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113887163085484125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113887163085484125' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113841849930767176</id><published>2006-01-28T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T11:27:26.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i am having a throbbing headache. ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;something's very wrong. very very wrong. very very very wrong. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok. sining stop being retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; something's just wrong. actually, it's alot of things. my brain included. it's so wrong that everyone should do some CORRECTIONS! use a green pen please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mdm lum's fave X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't stand to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not that naive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just out to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The better part of me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It may sound absurd:but don't be naive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even Heroes have the right to bleed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may be disturbed:but won't you conceed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even Heroes have the right to dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not easy to be me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it doesnt feel like chinese new year. sigh.the concert ytd was GOOD. i enjoyed it X)) we got reprimanded by ft in the morning. very sudden. everyone went 'HUH' and if question marks were like hydrogen. the whole classroom would have burnt and maybe exploded. like fire crackers? the atmosphere was very sianned after that. i only know that we have a superman dog or sth. sighh. i told you something was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so i went to paint the table. suddenly it's the season to paint again. paint banner. paint t-shirt. paint and scrap tables. me amelia mj were painting until assembly. assembly was good. and i exchanged imaginary oranges with achu.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;painting again after concert. and alot of moving and mopping. left school at abt..nvm. saw alot of ex sec 4s. met belle shir violet at cps. good. see i am ever so loyal to my sch. then some more waiting. finally we left for ps at some kuku time. so many cedarians. so crazy. like as if the whole school's there for excursion. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sorry is a meaningful word. dont abuse it. say it when it's necessary.it's just like a hug. if you give a person so many hugs at one go. it loses its meaning. small things have the biggest meanings. small in quantity and size X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that's what we meant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113841849930767176?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113841849930767176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113841849930767176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113841849930767176' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113827945995542087</id><published>2006-01-26T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T20:45:32.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;we were almost there. almost.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but we still didnt manage to say it. tsks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;OKAY. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;so this is it. today. the eve eve of chinese new yr.according to ministry. it will be the last time. i promise. the last.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;conshare &amp;amp; ministry, if both of you ever read this. remember what i said today okay? must remember X)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i like the sound of the bell.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sighh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113827945995542087?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113827945995542087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113827945995542087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113827945995542087' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113819296478444480</id><published>2006-01-25T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T20:42:44.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes. dhilshad was so right.
we experienced sh*t yesterday.

today's the same. it's crap. it's not just today or yesterday. but it has been for months. i find it rather amazing that we have such a high tolerance. X)

i feel INSULTED. really insulted.

this is how you regard us. this is how we play your game. to you, we are just figureheads. we dont need to give you names. because to me. u arent worth those names. u are nothing. 

nono. i am not pissed. why should i be? because you are not worth it. really.
and i will nv let there be a downpour. because you are not worth it.remember, you are nothing.

you have lost.

because you have made me love myself alot more. i dont need you to affirm me of what i am capable of or what we are capable of. because we all know we dont need it.

you just lost.. dear.

X))


you cant diminish me. you cant diminish us.you cant define me. you cant define us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113819296478444480?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113819296478444480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113819296478444480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113819296478444480' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113812239196616527</id><published>2006-01-24T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T01:21:50.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ms chng dialogued me today. i freaked out.. because i thought teachers have complains agst me. btw, i have complainophobia. haha. lotsa people complain abt me. sighh. see. i am famous. jealous? haha.

she told me to get more sleep.heh.and work on my chem. hah. i didnt study for the qa test. and i wrote crap. pure crap for the timed assg. and the reason why i din study was because i din brg home my file.i filed all my pract ws nicely into my chem file and i left it in sch. so pissed. i was missing it the whole wkend. grrah. i decided to bring it home and make sure i study my qa properly.good girl. whoo.ms chng is a nice ft. at least she dialogues me.and she laughs so funnily. haha. so HAHA.

mrs chia remembers me.YAY.i still have all the crap f***** wrote in my sec 2 notebook.btw that is not an expletive, just a high profile person whose name is rather obvious. haha. mrs chia rawks. she makes me love amaths. not like some kuku people who plant tau gays (beansprouts) on the whiteboard. and we have no idea what the farmer's planting on the board X))

i have been missing lunch for the past few weeks. not because i skipped it deliberately. but because i forgot. just like for today, i din have lunch and i forgot all about food until i went to the slec to paint. and it was only after i inhaled the toxic paint fumes that i realised that i havent had lunch. see. paint is another of my good friends.at least it bothers to remind me that i havent had lunch. paint goes with kerosene. both used to stink. but i got used to it. ADDICTION. haha X))

me yr and ky went around the fourth level. staring at our could have been classrooms. man i love the colour. and the open space behind. it's bad. makes me think about graduating. EWW.ugly thoughts.

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;those confused thoughts.it happens all the time.but i know it is the best method and we really tried. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;there was this urge to.. but it would have been ironic. no matter what happens, they will always be the greatest bunch. ever.dont cry.because it was also our fault.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113812239196616527?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113812239196616527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113812239196616527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113812239196616527' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113790333485979376</id><published>2006-01-22T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:12:49.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you come to the edge of all the light you know,and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown,faith is knowing one of two things will happen:There will be something solid to stand on,or you will be taught how to fly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;perhaps i should stop blaming them for not teaching, for it is reason that they didnt teach that i learnt. i learnt how to fly.and i am still learning.  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;leadership training course. living and leaving a legacy. living a legacy is difficult, leaving one is even worse. what exactly do i want to leave behind? &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;good question X) &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; i think all of us have plans, and we vaguely know what we want to achieve by the end of this yr. all we need is a group of followers who are teachable and supportive.and we need to reproduce!!  &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;that's not propaganda.and definitely not a campaign to motivate people to procreate. haha.nvm.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I�m 15 for a moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caught in between 10 and 20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I�m just dreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Counting the ways to where you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;15 there�s still time for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time to buy and time to lose yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within a morning star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;15 I�m alright with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;15 there�s never a wish better than this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you've only got a 100 years to live...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i am still fifteen. i am just fifteen. good. i am younger than most sec 4s. teehee. qingchunhuoli. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;15 there's no time for me. we only have 300 plus days left to finish the BIG project. the project called living and leaving a legacy. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;cheemness. not.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;X)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want to smile but i have to sigh.jiayou.&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/6612373-113790333485979376?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113790333485979376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113790333485979376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113790333485979376' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113783598886791592</id><published>2006-01-21T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T12:34:38.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;people are like stained-glass windows. they sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;nice one nice one! &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;okay. i am going to try out the remixing prog. YAY. we are going to have a deejay X) it's the next best thing after my april first wish!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY HAPPY X)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;X)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i am crossed eyed. i wonder if people have ticked eyed. eyes full of ticks. ewww. hey. but if the teachers' specs were as reflective as mine, they would be TICKED eyed when they are marking. or maybe crossed-ticked eyed. or crossed crossed eyed. or ticked ticked eyed. i should stop doing permutation here. it's nonsense. COOL nonsense!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113783598886791592?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113783598886791592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113783598886791592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113783598886791592' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113776003255571658</id><published>2006-01-20T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T20:56:11.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel it. haha. big cushions. lots of support. siao. randomness. morning duty with dhilshad and evelyn is fun. dhilshad is so animated. she makes BIG gestures!! so happy to hear that there's gg to be a third lang bus and she went HIGH.and whenever i stand with evelyn, some weirdo will say something weird. i dont think i should type it out. if u want to know what it is, ask me. i will gladly share it with you. coz it's so lame and nonsensical you will not laugh. ok. that made no sense. but nvm. just read on. haha. why did i suddenly think abt morning duty.

nvm. i shall comment on my good dept buddy's sweet box. it's so COOL.i shall go get a matchbox. haha.

everyone's so sianned this few days. must buy kerosene for everyone. jia kerosene.
sining got alot. come and claim!!! leylong leylong. HAHA.


okok. i should go and sleep. coz many people are sick. scary lah. ky called to say she's sick. then p sms say she's sick. i shall not be sick. NONONO. i will survive. and i can imagine dhilshad dancing that retarded dance. eeyer. why is her name given so much publicity. HOT TEA HOT TEA. and she will walk over to pretend to pour hot tea into my cup. and the guy on the banner will puke blood











&lt;em&gt;i am sorry.&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i am not a good leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113776003255571658?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113776003255571658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113776003255571658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113776003255571658' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113723994997887994</id><published>2006-01-14T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T20:39:57.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lurfths!
hah. 1M wrote this on the whiteboard today. haha. it's love. but they wrote it as LURFTHS. haha. it's like saying 'love' while your mouth is full of..er.. FRIED LICE! haha. fried rice.hah. coz i gave them mentos. then i wrote

hello 1Mixed vegetable rice
happy induction. the mentos on the table are for all of you. pls do not eat in class, if not monkeys will come and catch you. HAHA. all the best for 2006.

associating M with mixed vegetable rice is so lousy and KUKU. but. mixed vegetable rice is economic and healthy!! haha.

then they drew this cloud with lotsa hearts and wrote 'thank you sining, 1M lurfths you' LURFTHS. that's so lame. ok. i think i am the only one that finds it lame. but nvm.

had to wear ccu today, for some KUKU reason. i had to usher vp down the red carpet and p down the steps and just because of that i had to wear ccu. HAHA. did i mention that the redcarpet is thin and malnutritioned. too thin for 4 people to walk abreast of each other. abreast is a nice word by the way. HEH. achala was beside p and i was beside vp. then somehow.. we walk a few steps.. then no space for me to walk, so i had to walk behind vp. so awkward.
  
then this 1M girl came up to me and told me
'i think you should change before someone asks you where's the bank!'
haha so funny. they are so wacky!! sounds cheesy. and that rhymed!

shiokness! i slept for 5 hours straight. now i have the energy to DO SOMETHING. oh man. that's the title of a brit spears song. we watched the mtv last yr at belle's house. after thinking day celebrations and during zl's birthday party! so spastic. we were playing heart attack. and i think writing names on instructor cups. AHH. wonderful memories of pre-oac. and we were thinking how this song could be applied to oac. HAHA. ***** scolding us and telling us to do something. oh and i remember belle's floor was smelly. haha.

eeyer. i m still stuck in the oh five dimension. which is bad. i must use my mother's vacuum cleaner to suck myself into oh six. suck is the direct translation of xi1 in mandarin. so if my mother is xi-ing  the floor with the vacuum cleaner. in english that would be  'my mother is sucking the floor'. obscene. nvm.

oh. and my pinky slimmed down. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113723994997887994?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113723994997887994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113723994997887994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113723994997887994' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113715230110452834</id><published>2006-01-13T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T20:03:18.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>always and forever OKAY X)

whoosh.that's another week gone.hmm. whoa.

the excursion was OKAY. quite. 5 classes went but only about 10 managed to hear what the tourguide was trying to say. the only two words azy heard were 'any questions?' haha. KUKUNESS. then after the short tour, there was this mad rush to buy ORCHIDS. hah. lame. we looked like housewives in training. everyone picking flowers. MADNESS. i din buy orchids. i bought a heart shaped leaf. exclusiveness. HOHO. only me sher and mj has it. i dont think it's growing. i hope it does. hah. i promised to give my good dept buddy a LEAF. haha.


beyond cedar- conquering new frontiers.
sounds more suitable for the sec 4s.



take care,
coolie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113715230110452834?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113715230110452834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113715230110452834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113715230110452834' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113707011192259926</id><published>2006-01-12T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T20:48:31.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH.






tmr






&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113707011192259926?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113707011192259926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113707011192259926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113707011192259926' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113689045496565311</id><published>2006-01-10T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T18:54:14.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>our tradition!!

yep. it's so unique.orienteering and campfire are good department buddies X)) sianned. must wait for half a year before we can declare that again to our jiebanren. TSKs. by then we will be leaving sch le. WAH LAU.grr. i m still quite pissed that we din get to do it. next time must print banner and hang it around the school. make morning announcement also. then they send us for counselling. HAHA. then they say malita read compass until GO CRAZY. i think it happens.one good example would be albert einstein. his hair exploded.i mean his hair looks as if japan dropped a atomic bomb on it. bad hair day. i think that's coz he kept looking at the compass. really.REALLY. believe me. his dad gave him a magnetic compass when he was four or five then he was so fascinated it. siao. ok. i shant make fun of compasses coz compass and kerosene are GOOD DEPT BUDDIES X))

my brother is reading my pupil handbook. he's reading the cheers. he's reading it so loudly that our cheers sound stupid when read. SPASTIC. rolls eyes*

hey. i think sotong cant show attitude coz they cant roll their eyes. haha. never seen live sotong b4. underwater world have anot? but nvm, let's just assume they cant roll their eyes. then how they show attitude? they HAHA. roll over the ocean, roll over the sea.haha.that HOT song we used to sing in pri sch.

it's been raining for 2 whole days. crazy. the clouds drink to much water. overhydrated.they ought to pract some self control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113689045496565311?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113689045496565311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113689045496565311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113689045496565311' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113680423976868289</id><published>2006-01-09T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T19:02:16.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What You Never Know (Won't Hurt You)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hayley Westenra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What you never know won't hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What you never know won't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;What you never know won't desert you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;What you never know won't say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What you never know won't hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What you never know won't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What you never know won't desert you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What you never know won't make you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;what a duh song. but imagine if you knew.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and therefore they say ignorance is bliss. everyone wants to be a SOTONG. blur like one. but so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;what if we knew how things might have turned out.. so what if we knew the ugly truth behind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the beautiful exterior. things wouldnt have changed abit. the only thing that can change is you.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;tmr's a hol and wed we are going for excursion!! haha. used to go to a whole lot of nice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;excursions in primary school and occasional ones in sec sch.. like the goat farm and stamp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;museum.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when i grow up. i want to own a HORSE!! yay.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;randomness&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; yet to ask for permission to go for the taman negara camp. HAH. i wanna go. i have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;already marked it on my planner. the sunflower peeps better go. esp the sec 3s and 4s.haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's time i took a step back and see what happens. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113680423976868289?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113680423976868289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113680423976868289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113680423976868289' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113670271829683928</id><published>2006-01-08T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T14:45:18.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was so FUN X)

thanks to sulaiha my asst mon. my finger is now in agony. i was balancing the figure of eight descender in my palm ytd during ref course and she pushed it. and it hit my finger. fourth finger on the left hand. it's an important finger. HAH. thanks arh susu.

susu ought to drink some milk. GROW milk. grow up! think like a woman of substance and character. heh. nono. think like a leader with the 3 Cs. coffee, cake and cheese. haha. oh. i miss drinking coffee with dhilshad. ARABICA ARABICA. chanting that is so much better than the shnacppy (?) song. everyone was singing it ytd.and it was stuck in my head. TSK.evelyn thinks it's childish. HAHA. evelyn was such an auntie. HAH. telling dolly to press the milo to check whether got lau hong (expose to air)  and do some aunty antics or techniques. mj was laughing at her. jolene was fascinated with the broom with the soft bristles. HAHA. and i was playing with matchsticks. not exactly playing. i was testing to see if they were working.of coz not all the matchsticks.. SOME of them. then the smoke smelled like FART. hahah. oh man. so crude. packing the alumni room is so FUN. haha. i will miss packing it.
then maintainence and me went off to teach abseiling. our station was slow. after ref course. we went to sp for lunch. mj and sp. she always drags people there to eat with her. tsk. i think i am always the victim. i hate crossing the overhead bridge to go home. the lime juice was sucky. lousy limes. the lemon reminded me and belle of instructor tim. how he saboed us and got us SICK. puiii. ack. then we went to popular. i bought my chinese tb at last. i din want to buy at first. coz of the tchr. haha. ok. i m just a mean pok. then we were so fascinated by the files in the file section.coz there was this whole range of colours.the lime green file rawks man. we were supposed to buy a light PINK file for english.YUCKS. pink reminds me of breast cancer and pads. haha. sounds dumb.in the end we didnt buy. i bought highlighters with chief. pls be jealous. haha whatever. mj bought this whole bunch of pens. coz they were cheap. this is called shopping in popular. coz we are POPULAR. hah.

then me and belle waited for her dad to fetch us. we saw joanne peh and some unidentified actor filming. i think he is the qiu guy ver likes.but he looked skinny and pale. haha. the scene was something like they were walking walking then they walked into each other. SPASTIC sia.there were alot of extras. me and belle were too good to be extras. X)) haha ok whatver.

went home to sleep. then i had family outing. HAHA. FAMILY OUTING. the real family. not the fake one. my father thinks that young people cant cook. cos they are not experienced. he feels more secure when he sees old ah peks. cooking. HAHA. LAME.

yay. weekends X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113670271829683928?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113670271829683928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113670271829683928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113670271829683928' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113654935312520331</id><published>2006-01-06T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:09:38.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;bahbahblacksheep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;have you any wool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;yes sir yes sir 3 bags full. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

sheep shave themselves. coolio. COOLIE.

i am eating ice cream. COOLIE. i scream ah. what a LOUSY LOUSY week. i am not going to hate it though. coz it's the last first week of school in cedar. sigh. can you imagine starting your sec 4 year thinking it's going to be your last year in cedar. and you dread every day ending. you dread the Os. u dread grad day. u dread farewell. okies. the u was actually me. which was rather obvious. oh man. i am going SIAO. sighs. not only because of YELLOW classrooms but also because of people. can u believe it. my life revolves around weird things. like campfires? HAHA. LAME LAME. i think the kerosene fumes destroyed my brain. that rhymed.

today's assembly. changed vision and mission. the meaning's abt the same just that the words are different. crazy people that didnt want MYEs. come on. u should have seen how we chionged to purchase our coffins last year. haha. we were dying. really. 5 tests back to back in a week. thanks arh.

this is a lousy post. cause i am tired and SIANNED by this LOUSY week. LOUSY. hah. i am supposed to be cheerful in all difficulties i suppose. so X)) X)) X))

HOHO. i am going to sleep later. who isnt? i dreamt about alot of weird stuff over the past few days like.. dreaming about amira and aishah in a kite shop. and i was flying outside the kite shop telling them which kite to buy. kukumalu.

i forgot abt the other dreams. oh wells. that was random.

the geisha movie looks nice. cause it suits biantai people like me. geishas are super white. i think they should make a horror movie out of geishas. nono. i am not insulting.. i truly respect this profession because it takes alot of skill to be a geisha. but they just look scary with so much powder. it's like you took the prickly heat or something and showered it all over your face during oac.

oh yar.wanted to watch narnia.no chance. next time. when they show it on tv. that will be 3 years later. TSK. i will be 18. eee. NS. haha. like real. i wonder where i will be. sitting by another campfire? haha. crazy pok. i will be a firefighter understudy!! no. i LOVE playing with fire. X)) HEEHEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113654935312520331?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113654935312520331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113654935312520331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113654935312520331' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113646527476014989</id><published>2006-01-05T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T20:50:18.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and one by one. they all fall down.

i love oh six.i love oh six. trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113646527476014989?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113646527476014989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113646527476014989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113646527476014989' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113636475271444322</id><published>2006-01-04T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T17:01:10.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YEEHA.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i decided to revive my blog. coz i cant stand not blogging. i need to BLOG. and i am so gonna BLOG. HOOHOO. BLOG BLOG BLOG. chants*&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha. crazy sining. oh my blog is a cat.. coz it has many many lives. whatever lah.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sch has been rather disappointing. and it's only day 2 of sch.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i wish we could be at the fourth level. GREEN classrooms. sighh. sighh. well..the colour is not really an issue. it's abt 0h six being our last yr and why cant they just let us experience the feeling of being in the 4th level. ok. at least we managed to spend abt 30 minutes up there. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;teachers are.. haha.well.we had some reunion with gao and et. &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;suit to change.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SIANNED.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh and they announced the instructors today.we were so excited. ok maybe only me and malita. i was rather sad that we didnt get to do our PAT BACK &amp; PUT OUR FINGERS THROUGH THE HOLE thing. we were rehearsing the whole day. and we even pract and recce b4 evt to ensure that our fingers dont get stuck. and our table were CHOPED by other depts. nvm. we are still good department buddies. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i am seriously disappointed. i was so wrong abt all of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113636475271444322?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113636475271444322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113636475271444322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113636475271444322' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113542220111808560</id><published>2005-12-24T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T19:06:11.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at achala's Christmas party. It was pearlyn who spiked the punch with too much dhilshad's milo. I can't help it if I drank 12 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like fart.

I thought it was funny when I put mingjin's BRA on my head and danced the bartop dancing on the cupboard while singing `i love LTB'. I didn't mean to break achala's laptop and don't know why achala would sue me for adultery.

I don't remember calling uncle bala's wife a sexy sheep---even though she looked like one with green eye shadow and blue lipstick!

And when I threw up on LTB's husband's breasts, it was only because I ate too much of that chicken backside.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my garbage truck through my neighbor's toilet. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a sexy sloth and have me arrested for dao-ing!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all siao and seductive. And I'm really not to blame for any of this bimbo stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!

Sincerely and quietly yours,
sining (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 5 bucks!

try it:
http://www.freewebs.com/sweetsundae/lettertosanta.htm

MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113542220111808560?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113542220111808560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113542220111808560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113542220111808560' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113524383785526695</id><published>2005-12-22T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T17:30:37.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;we all have to say goodbye someday..&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i m saying it today.. coz i dun think i have time to say a proper goodbye next week with all the camps.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;goodbye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;do not see things as what they are like.. but what they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113524383785526695?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113524383785526695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113524383785526695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113524383785526695' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113474671852257862</id><published>2005-12-16T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:25:18.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i saw a couple quarreling over a DISPLACED TEA BAG.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DISPLACED TEA BAG&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DISPLACED TEA BAG&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DISPLACED TEA BAG&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;haha.crazy.the guy got so angry coz his gf chose a table with a displaced teabag. so he left the place angrily. he looked so funny. i should have taken a picture of him&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;... and waste memory space. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i am supposed to abandon this blog. NO DHILSHAD. i am not blogging for you. hahah. SOMEBODY THINKS THEY ARE SO HOT. HOT UNTIL THEY HAVE HEATRASH X)) well..  HAHA. SIANNED. no lah. wanted to blog cos for once the modem wire wasnt kept.over the years, my mum has hidden it in a million places including:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the washing machine&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dustbin&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cupboard&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;her handbag&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;somewhere among the stuff toys&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;somewhere among the canned food&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;laundry basket&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and most of the time.. we managed to find it. my mum has a GREAT SENSE OF HUMOUR HUH.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;so now everyone's doing the chiku moku song. haha. i should do an album for that. do cockroach version and stuff. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113474671852257862?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113474671852257862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113474671852257862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113474671852257862' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113454734854345078</id><published>2005-12-14T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T16:04:55.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAYS. i m doing this &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;POST &lt;/span&gt;for &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DHILSHAD&lt;/span&gt;. somebody should be mighty honoured. and somebody should stop teasing me for the wrong reasons.

where's the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;POST&lt;/span&gt;man?

this is random but..
sining was just wondering how kingkong would laugh if dhilshad cracked a really lame joke.

"Rules of the game: post 5 weird and random facts about yourself, then at the end list 5 people who are next in line to do this. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their blog and tell them to read yours."


okay. i am not going to follow the rules cos ALL RULES except sch rules ARE MEANT TO BE BROKEN!! HAHA

5 weird and random facts. oh man this is tough

1) oh. u noe when it rains. there will be this bunch of bees that fly into ur house and start flying around the lights and it drives everyone mad. yeps. i love grabbing them by the wings and throw them out of the window. X))

2) i have thick hair. and every time i go to the stupid hairdresser in joo seng to burn my hair.okay.cut my hair. she will tell me that my hair is thick. LIKE I DUNNO. hairdressers in joo seng are funny.

3) i make snorting sounds when i am bored.. at home. i cant do that in sch. cos everyone would be hearing loud snortings from the amplifiers in the mornings.

4) i laugh at the palm trees in the courtyard everyday cos they are short like nobody's business. they made a cameo appearance in the BRAVO skit. YAY. total embarrassment for the trees.

5) i read my newspapers from the last page to the first page.

okay dhilshad. this is your christmas present. X)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113454734854345078?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113454734854345078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113454734854345078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113454734854345078' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113409976205256903</id><published>2005-12-09T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:43:53.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY. it's been a long time since i updated my blog. it's kinda obvious that i am gonna abandon it. X)) yeps. too bad. so sad. less crap from me. alrights.
byebye
TAKKAIRE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113409976205256903?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113409976205256903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113409976205256903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113409976205256903' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113327257104280272</id><published>2005-12-01T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:11:36.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sining's dictionary!!&lt;/span&gt;

the world's most&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; trusted dictionary!!
the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;perfect answer to your writing needs!
completely new and updated!!
increases your wordpower!!

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; for alphabets.
things u call ur friends. for a start.. try A.
eg: A! are we alphabets?

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; for bra.&lt;/span&gt;
things that come in cups which give u support.
bra= support.
no bra= no support.
eg.
Person1: A! i need some support
Person 2: get a BRA.

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for MALU BALUKU&lt;/span&gt;
i m so proud of this one. it was created on grad night. dhilshad was there to witness the creation. it means embarassed.

eg.
person 1: haha. there's a hole in ur skirt.
person 2: CRAZY! all skirts have holes..for you to wear.
person 1: u are supposed to answer "aiyoh so MALU BALUKU "

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;r &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for rah rah sakura&lt;/span&gt;
haha. i created this one. not sure when.

it means.. very enthusiatic like para para sakura? ok whatever

eg.
everyone: AHHHHHH (screaming)
person 1: whoa. that was so rah rah sakura.


this is the first edition. so u cant expect much.

HAHA



&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113327257104280272?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113327257104280272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113327257104280272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113327257104280272' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113327221872936466</id><published>2005-11-29T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:50:18.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Book of days&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;by enya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;One day, one night, one moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My dreams could be tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;One step, one fall, one falter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;East or west,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Over earth or by ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;One way to be my journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This way could be my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Book of days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No day, no night, no moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can hold me back from trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;One flag, one fall, one falter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I�ll find my day maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Far and away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Far and away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;One day, one night one moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;With a dream to be leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;One step, one fall, one falter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Find a new world across a wide ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This way became my journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This day brings together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Far and away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This day brings together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Far and away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Far and away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113327221872936466?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113327221872936466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113327221872936466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113327221872936466' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113315539473900581</id><published>2005-11-28T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T13:23:14.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh. ltc, grad night and farewell are over. phew. well let's talk about

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;LTC 05&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;well well. being a participant is so much easier than being a facilitator. just like being a junior is.. okay. i am digressing.. like a woman. ltc05. the toiletbowls have apparently gone for some upgrading course. they dun get choked so easily. 3 claps for the bowls X) first day was all the tests and pracs. first aid prac. haha. heng man i am insured. some of them nearly dropped me. scary sia. then the knots and lashings. lunch. oh first act at the campsite . high e. the challenge pole looked CHALLENGING. haha. well.i shall skip all other acts and go straight to cf. well. the atmosphere was HIGH. quite. i liked all the performances and group identities.emcees and their chicken little thingy.leaders' item.yay. so nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i still think  LTC 04 rawks.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;grad night&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sexy girls good food. haha. went with mrs lim to buy flowers on thurs.freezing cold in the store. so cheapskate.. mrs lim bought the yellow flowers aka chrys something mum for 7 dollars. coz there were millions of them in one bunch. hahah. and we went back to sch to unpack the flowers and stuff in the HOD toilet. then she told me to sit down on i think mrs foo's cushy chair. mrs l is so nice. she showed me lotsa stuff. HAHA. jealous? then she told me a long long story on our way to the busstop. grad night HAHA. i ate like a PIG. the prep was ok. we were quite fast. the flowers haha. some wilted overnight. malu BALUKU. hhaa. all of us were observing the sec 4s.. their figure and assets. you know.. asset management. haha. nvm. just me being disgustingly bian tai.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;farewell&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;after grad night went to eve's house to prep. we were eating and digging coconuts. haha. the coconut jelly was good though. the next morning we chopped pineapples. all the juice overflowing like crazy. and we had to wash the kitchen floor. the chicken wings! they nv shave properly. so much HAIR.or feathers? disgusting. can make feather duster with all the feathers plucked. the farewell was not bad.okok. self praise is international disgrace.  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113315539473900581?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113315539473900581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113315539473900581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113315539473900581' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113247389279817264</id><published>2005-11-20T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T16:04:52.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh. my dad is so farneh. FARNEHH. my sis got this job offer from qian hu fish farm. no she's not going there to feed fish but to do some admin stuff. the pay's good. just that the fish farm is very far away. so jie called dad to seek consent.

sis: papa.. ke yi qu qian hu da3 gong1 ma?
(can i work at qian hu)
dad: da3 golf?
(play golf?)

haha so lame. my dad actually heard that she wanted to go qian hu to play golf.

ok. after she gets her pay i am going to blackmail her. extort her money!!! MUAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113247389279817264?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113247389279817264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113247389279817264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113247389279817264' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113240269568392386</id><published>2005-11-19T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T20:18:15.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grad night prep today. the school's damn thrifty.. they reuse and reuse the dusty old banner. and we used tinsel to form words on the banner. that's damn cheapskate and flimsy. but i dont think anybody will even look at the backdrop for more than a milisecond. haha . yay. i love grad night. FOOD. FOOD!! siao. like as if i havent eaten for a long long time. 

camp's just 2 days away and they still dunno how to greet. sighhs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113240269568392386?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113240269568392386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113240269568392386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113240269568392386' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113213629852556847</id><published>2005-11-16T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T00:01:16.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i m back!

it's weird to be back in sg again.kinda got used to the obs routine.oh wells.. the camp didnt meet my expectations though.. it didnt meet anyone's expectations cause of the lousy weather. X( but i made alot of friends from other parts of the world. that's cool. X) hmm.. the past six days have been really SHIOK.i was really really happy.. coz i din have to think abt the pile of proposals and planning waiting to be done back in sg.

thank you to azy, ver, pearlyn, shihan, marion, yurong and keet for sending me off. i wasnt expecting that.and to everyone for the smses and hugs and also the hongbao.

the flight to kota kinabalu was fun. the plane was really empty. now i noe tourist arrivals to sabah is low. i shall write that down for my geog paper. haha. the people on the plane were really friendly. all of us were in guides u then they started doing the guides salute to us when they saw us on the plane. so damn honoured. HAHA.

we spent our night at the youth hostel. i felt really out of place with everyone speaking in malay and well.. we received many many weird stares. freaky.

the number of participants was really disappointing. only 102. that's a big diff from the expected 300 plus. the only participating countries were singapore, pakistan and phillippines. we werent treated that well. i mean it was quite obvious.. the way they treated other peeps and the way they treated us.. but oh wells. guides are forgiving. reached the obs campsite after breakfast. the campsite is really big.my group is interesting. uh.. yea interesting. my group name is bambarayon..it means spirit of the rice. X) the age range for my group members is from 13-62. unbelievable eh.well.. they included the contingent leaders in the groups.

despite our weird ages. i think my group was really nice and dynamic.

there were frequent blackouts and water shortages in the campsite. damn sickening. i bathe halfway no water.. we exchanging contacts no lights..haha. but it was still good experience.

we din get to do many activities due to the really lousy weather. so i only managed to do kayaking and maze. i hate the rain.

i guess these are the highlights of the camp:

1) on the third day, we made a visit to the cultural village. i ate a sago worm.it was alive and wriggling. it's the size of your thumb? abit smaller. the skin is really tough and when u bite it... there's this really bitter fluid. if i have the time i will post the pictures of the eating process. haha

2) there was this girl that said that i looked like bae yong jun. the lead actor from winter sonata. -_-" i am so relieved that we only got to know each other on the second last day. coz she got so excited whenever she saw me. hah. my fan. freaky. and on our last night. she chionged forward just to take pict with me. brr. do i really look like him?

3) we went to meridien hotel on our last night for the closing ceremony. HOTEL FOOD X) and the datuk came. and everyone wanted to take photo with us coz they thought our guides uniform was nice.


yup. i guess the probablity of us gathering for a bbq is kinda low. hahas. different nationalities. but i really hope we will meet again someday. i mean since most of them are around 18-20. maybe i can attend their wedding. X)

i think everyone was really very friendly during the camp. i think tt's coz we are all guides. and this common element that we share allowed us to work really well tgt. man.i think everyone shld go for intl camps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113213629852556847?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113213629852556847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113213629852556847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113213629852556847' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113129779009403219</id><published>2005-11-07T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:42:48.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/1600/me.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="344" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/320/me.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113129779009403219?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113129779009403219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113129779009403219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113129779009403219' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113121328306238520</id><published>2005-11-06T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:25:56.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as i watch you grow&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i didnt realise that i was growing as well..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and when i realised that i was growing&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i realised that my days in cedar are numbered.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;doing proposal for campfire. LTC campfire. snores man. &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have no freaking idea how i am going to make a BIG NICE and STRONG fire. die lah. i only have a degree in backdrop but not firestruct. u can make me plan the whole event but not start the big big campfire. i dun have a degree in that area. my firestruct knowledge is limited coz i dont have much experience. and even though i have asked almost the whole firestruc dept to give me tips. i still feel super insecure.i need hands- on. it's like science. u do theory not enough must do practical then u know how it actually works.hah. and i am supposed to be the campfire guru among the oals.SHRIEKS. &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh wells. toking abt fires. i used to play with fire. esp during mooncake festival. damn fun lah. me and jie will collect rough paper throughout the whole year just for this day. then on mooncake festival night we go high and start burning evt. pluck leaves from plants.. throw them in and smell the chlorophyll smoke and hear the lovely sizzling.i guess it's like full moon and like the wolves..we go crazy. aiyah.sadly.. we dont have such time to do crazy stuff tgt anymore. the only thing we burn is midnight oil. which is not fun at all. heh. well.. we managed to pass on the tradition to our brother. he burns stuff every mid autumn festival under the supervision of my dad. SUPER- VISION. can u sense the sacarsm? just this yr.my dad actually threw the sparkler into the air and apparently it got stuck among the leaves of the palm tree at the garden downstairs and the palm tree was on fire. damn lame ok.the palm tree was smoking badly and we wanted to call the fire engine initially. and the next day when i was on my way to sch. the palm tree was chao tar. so malu. how weird and lame can my family get?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i also dunno.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113121328306238520?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113121328306238520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113121328306238520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113121328306238520' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113093688804959108</id><published>2005-11-02T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T21:08:08.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;when the first sunbeam gives a glimmer of hope..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.. look forth to yet another one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and another..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dun be greedy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4426/358/1600/i2257.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113093688804959108?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113093688804959108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113093688804959108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113093688804959108' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113086042896742035</id><published>2005-11-01T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T23:53:49.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i am vetting scripts. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i am a vet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HURHUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;and i still cant believe ltc is in labrador. laBRAdor. (lalala go hang bras at your doors)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt; ok. that was so ultra pervertic. my blog should be rated R199. nobody should ever read what i write except myself. coz only me myself and sining will remain unaffected by the obscene and weird contents. the 199 year old ah gongs and ah mas wouldnt be able to read what i type. words too small. do we even live that long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;back to my point. labrador is soo doggy. as in u know labradors= dogs. can u believe it. yes of course u can.going there for camp is like going spca. haha jk. well.. i just dun like the fact that we are going labrador again. not like i am going to do anything to the doors. but i like bahtera better. BahteRA.got sea view and scarier ghost stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;what's sining's problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I also dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/p&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/6612373-113086042896742035?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113086042896742035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113086042896742035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113086042896742035' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113042074916338765</id><published>2005-10-27T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T21:45:49.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Lyrics By: Hu Lilin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Song Composed by: Valerie Yeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;All these five years
That we shared with you
The time we spent hearing you out over there

Through newspapers, character ed
We remember them all deep in our hearts

Bridge:
Thank you for your contributions to Cedar,
to Cedar
We will never forget what you have done

Chorus:
And so we are missing you lots
Miss you lots, miss you lots
Thank you for what you have done
Thank you for what you have done
And so we are missing you lots
Miss you lots, miss you lots
We love you so much so Ms Leong

We remember
The times which you joked,
Laughed with us,comforted us in distress
Fighting for a chance to heighten our growth
In leadership and exchange programmes

We remember
You motivate us
Telling us to pursue our biggest dreams

From ABCs,
To learn how to be gracious Cedarians
Who hold the Cedar flag high

Bridge
Chorus
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'change is the only constant'. i remember very clearly these very words that u always tell us. i always hated change. more like i dread it. but like it or not it has to occur. without change.. the world would be like a graveyard with the same old tombstones and the same old sadness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;well. i was really disappointed when ms leong said that she din hear the lyrics. but i am glad we have printed her a copy of the lyrics cos they are really meaningful. X) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;this perhaps will sum up how i feel about ms leong. and her greatness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;When you thought we weren�t listening, we heard your weekly morning reflections and learnt to be a better person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; When you thought we weren�t singing the anthem loud enough, you were right and we felt really guilty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;When you thought we weren�t looking, we saw that you cared and we wanted to be everything that we could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; When you thought we weren�t looking, we saw you take care of our school and everyone in it, and we learnt to take care of what we were given.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;When you thought we weren�t looking, we looked at you and wanted to say� &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;�Thank you for all the things we have learnt when you thought we weren�t looking�&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;thank you for believing that i wasnt a monster. that rawked totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;thank you for giving your honest feedback whenever i was at the front making announcement or taking pledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;thank you for all the support you have given me over the past few months while i was still adapting to my role in the mornings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;thank you for acknowleding when we greeted you in the mornings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;thank you for caring to find out how many announcements there were every morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;thank you.. for just being our principal X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;today. i got a chance to enter ms leong's office to place the souvenirs we have given her on her table. it's nice. well.that was my first time in her office  and also my last.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we love you so much so Ms Leong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113042074916338765?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113042074916338765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113042074916338765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113042074916338765' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113024710500312085</id><published>2005-10-25T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T21:31:45.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for once. post exam activity was GOOD.
for once this month.. i think school rawked.

morning assembly was long and tedious and sad. why cant they just let p stay for one last yr. our last yr in cedar and u do this us. BOOHOO. talk about courtesy.... honesty and perseverance.. ok that was beside the point. humph. and i am sure every sec 3 has the same sentiments.  X(

ce-daring race. by high achievers. hah. i love all the coaches. dynamic bunch of leaders. we ran around jooseng and mount vernon area for the race. it wasnt as great or as complicated as the slc race but still. it rawked. we were supposed to bring and protect the rotting tofu without the wrapper and an egg along wif us during the race. 3I smart lah. we koped a nice styrofoam box from one of the canteen stalls to contain our naked tofu without the wrapper. hah. and sumi our sumo? our batman ran around with our egg.i must announce this to the people all over the world. even to the people in iceland. deedee ran around with the naked tofu in her hand. the tofu when given to us was already rotting badly. and she was petting it and having so much fun with a rotting block of tofu even after the race. and i swear i saw her meditating with the tofu. deedee rocks lah.. apparently the rotting naked tofu made her hands smooth and sexy.

enough abt the egg and the naked tofu. our first pit stop was at the 7 11 store. we were supposed to buy 3 large slurpees and drink it. so we went into this mad frenzy and everyone started sucking madly on the slurpees. tt sounded wrong. haha anywaes. we were happily drinking away until someone exclaimed in horror that there was an eyelash in the blended contents. YUCK. another someone tried to get the thingy out wif a straw but well. it disappeared.no choice. we continued drinking.  notice tt i keep using 'someone' coz my brain was freezing at that time. real badly. so moral of the story is tt u nv suck madly on your slurpee. X) thank me for this valuable lesson.

the most lame road block was the one where we had to get a passerby's attention and make her stare at something for 5 seconds. and we were supposed to do that without talking to him or her. so all 20 of us (our class was split into 2) waited for this woman to cross the road to our side. then all of us pointed at the tree. then she stared at the tree for 5 spastic seconds and walked away. HAHA. i love this game man. lala.

last day of belay sch. well. i love the theme for ltc. HAHA. and i am the captain of cheat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113024710500312085?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113024710500312085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113024710500312085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113024710500312085' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113015958461571640</id><published>2005-10-24T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:13:07.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>interviews are over.

FINALLY. rawks. we are more relieved than the PPLs. really. u should have seen the agony i was in for the past few days. proposals after proposals. tables after tables. and achala's rich text format that my com din support. just to collate all the particulars of the PPLs. just to pick the elite of the elite. but well. it paid off. we got free beehoon and fried rice and curry chicken.

mrs c came to the canteen and lehlonged her 3 packets of FOOD. u shld have seen how we all raised our arms in unison.. with hunger in our eyes.hurhur. the beehoon and fried rice so rawked. and zl was eating it with a straw. can u believe it. sucking rice grains with a straw. the beehoon was better than my mum's. really.

but yea. i just realised how low my self esteem is.. i realised tt for that rate yourself on a scale of 1-10 qn. almost everyone i asked.. not just the PPLs but the pcs and psls. everyone gave themselves a 7. i gave myself a *gasp* 5.

aiyah. heck. 5 is a nice number
nvm. it's just personal preference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113015958461571640?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113015958461571640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113015958461571640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113015958461571640' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-113006643761166461</id><published>2005-10-23T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:54:35.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PPLs.. listen up.. u all shld feel honoured ok.
as in.. really. whether u are a 03, 04 or 05 PPL. you should feel darn honoured. no buts. just feel honoured X) . coz you never know how hard they/we slogged just to select the best of the best.
since i was an 03 PPL. i should feel honoured.

let us all observe one second of honour.

hey. i bet you felt real good for one second. shall we do it again? hah. SIAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-113006643761166461?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113006643761166461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/113006643761166461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113006643761166461' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112990073890368151</id><published>2005-10-21T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T21:18:58.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's funny how fate works.
how it makes our paths cross and how it ruthlessly separates us. maybe fate teaches us to be thankful for what we have had and also to treasure every moment,every second of our lives. if fate were a person. i would have told him that he really sucked. and maybe throw some acid on him.

i wonder if u write your own destiny
or does fate make u write that particular destiny.

i choose to believe it's the former.
for every choice u make you think with your head and not fate. coz there's no organ called fate.

well. whatever it may be.
i noe i m going to be really sad about the parting.
it's tt stupid feeling again.

empty.

I would have you smile, not grief for those whose time has come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-112990073890368151?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112990073890368151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112990073890368151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112990073890368151' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112944429477475805</id><published>2005-10-16T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:31:34.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i keep having headaches.

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;HEADACHES!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;arghh.PAIN. go away lah. my head has been aching since thurs. it got worse on fri, when lkc started screaming. sher calls it tension headache.. whatever tt is. dun ask me to eat panadols. so bian tai and retarded. hurhur. man i feel like sun wu kong. he's the most conservative monkey i have ever seen. he wears clothes.... and a crown? &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;it's raining. no cats no dogs.just water. not sure about the acidity.hope it's not acid rain. the earth's like so damn sick. tsunami aka diarrhoea. hurricane aka flu. and all we humans do is sit and watch. come on. i mean COME ON. you know it's global warming. and u are not doing anything. anything significant to help. what's the point of exploring new planets when u dont even bother to help your own sexy planet wif its exotic blues and greens.isnt tt equivalent to a greedy assh*le who doesnt want to finish his chickie wings and wants to eat his friend's ice kachang instead. i wont be surprised if i wake up tmr morning and i find myself partially submerged in water. whoos.i can go swimming.let's do the BREASTstroke. sexy.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i have suggestions.. AGAIN X)  :&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;1) do away with the education system. no textbooks no worksheets no exams. SAVE PAPER. save the trees!! save the stress!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;2) do away wif dollar notes. why do we work? for money. why do we study? still for money.who can say tt they study for acquiring knowledge ONLY. nobody. so..why cant we just stop printing money.save some ink and paper or maybe plastic. cant everyone just stop working forever and go catch some sleep. then there wont be any need for the stupid facial masks and cucumbers cos of the eyebags.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;dont u just love my cool suggestions. .. if u dont love them.. at least have a crush on them..X) &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;but sadly.it wont happen...coz we are all pigs who love to work. and who are perhaps unknowingly cursing mother earth to die. that's evil. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;if you were thinking why i have suddenly become so caring towards mother earth. my answer to you is.. (dun laugh arh) &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;coz i was hoping they would do away wif the Os so tt i wldnt have to mug for chinese Os.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;FAT HOPE LAH.. sob sob&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;anywaes.it's good to daydream. according to the book malita read in the bookstore in ps. did tt make her look like a nerd. nah. we were just browsing through some books for fun. and maybe seeking the TRUE NORTH? haha.    &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-112944429477475805?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112944429477475805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112944429477475805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112944429477475805' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112937576651310641</id><published>2005-10-15T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T19:29:26.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was graduation day. reached sch at abt 7.05. so glad almost everyone was punctual. keep it up pcs!! X))helped achu n eve wif the receptionist tables.then we went up to the mph to stick the carpet to the floor..heh.tt sounded retarded.. the red carpet is slippery.. very.i hve slipped on it twice. okay okay. i am clumsy.so to prevent the sec 4s from slipping on it we had to stick the carpet to the floor.it din help .the carpet could still  move. too bad. we cldnt possibly use superglue. then the sec 4 i/cs went to the classroom block to draw cartoons on the whiteboard. hah.like real.draw hall plan.we cldnt take attendance yet so we went round sch looking at the sec 4s take picts. nth to do.so i took out c and h's attendance and tested the receptionists to see whether they noe which class the pupil in. they failed terribly. muahaha. at abt 8.20 sec 4 i/cs went to the classroom block to collect attendance.the sec 4s were running abt.tsktsk. we made a wrong decision by allocating 5 pcs to 10 classes. we cldnt manage.oh wells. heng man. i managed to brief my classes. whoos. getting them to line up was the worst part. but yea. in the end. we still managed to get everyone to the second lvl emp cor and music studio. yeps. oh and for the first time i actually asked the sec 4s to button up and stuff and they did. most of them. finally they went into the mph. there was a big jam. no bread though.just imagine 3 yrs ago. the sec 4s led us to the hall during induction ceremony..our first ever formal event in cedar and today, 3 years later it is our turn to lead them to the hall for their last ceremony. and the weirdest thing is that.. during my induction.. apriani led my class and i was at the front. and today.. i was leading her class and she was at the front. it's amazing how fate works... and dont get paid.

evt was running smoothly. phews. achu's speech was good. i was cheering for her. and the parents were staring at me. oops.there was this class wif the roses.then we thought tt they were gg to give ft.mr tay even asked us to get a vase. turned out tt they just wanted to take picts w the roses. we were feeling so sad for the ft. mrs lim told us tt the ft actually gave every student a cd in the envelope. so nice right. DUH. i knew the sec 4s were gg to love the tribute. me achu and i/cs got to see the ppt on tuesday alr. heehee. preview X)) then during the sch song everyone started crying.not everyone. mostly. then i took picts wif some sec 4s. went on stage to help clear up. and went to the canteen to eat. who could have missed the food. not me. haha. i love the buffet. and i cant wait for grad night food.the emcees were good. dhilshad agreed. i agree as well.

really glad the ceremony went well.yay.tt's a load off our shoulders. one down.many more to go.

will definitely miss all the sec 4s.

thank you emcees for tirelessly helping us wif the making of the button badges.. for coming back to sch over the past few days to rehearse.

thank you psls for helping out. we were really short handed. sorry for the short notice. u guys rawked.

thank you pcs for making the 3 hundred plus button badges. we had fun.thank you for coming to sch as early as 8 am over the past few days -even though it was marking day for u -to help us prep for today.

to deedee and sher and achala. thank you i/cs for the wonderful cue table and dutylist and ensuring the smooth running for the event. xin ku ne men le. X)) thank you achu for being sexy.hah. for being a great partner..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-112937576651310641?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112937576651310641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112937576651310641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112937576651310641' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112929366844400910</id><published>2005-10-14T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T20:41:08.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Soundtrack: Polar Express&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Title: Believe (Josh Groban)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Children, sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Snow is softly falling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dreams are calling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Like bells in the distance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We were dreamers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Not so long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But one by one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we all had to grow up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When it seems the magic slipped away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We find it all again on Christmas Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Believe in what your heart is saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hear the melody that's playing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There's no time to waste, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There so much to celebrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Believe in what you feel inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Give your dreams the wings to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You have everything you need, if you just believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;this is a nice song.coz lkc says so. nah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;grad day is just tmr. i cant believe it. last yr was jie's grad day. this year's grad day is just tmr. and nxt yr..it'll be our turn. my turn.boo.bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-112929366844400910?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112929366844400910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112929366844400910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112929366844400910' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112912587900573948</id><published>2005-10-12T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:04:39.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh i forgot. me and dhilshad were looking for songs to sing today. we were at c box. it's a new entertainment centre .. somewhere near pp. free of charge coz it's sch day. free aircon. free oxygen, carbon dioxide and what have you?

my ans to that qn: i hope u have brains..

hahas.we were at the com lab 2 lah.
dhilshad asked me to suggest some songs to sing. so i went like:
u can sing 'yesterday', 'tomorrow'... then just at that moment....

i breathed..

nah jk.
both of us realised tt there was no such song called 'today'. tt's an interesting discovery.

really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-112912587900573948?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112912587900573948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112912587900573948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112912587900573948' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112909667524754477</id><published>2005-10-12T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:41:16.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LENS.

Love
Everybody
N
Sining.

everyone shld have a good pair of lens...and a good bottle of honey. (private joke between me and .. myself)
WHY? good question. damn good okay.for those who din ask tt question. u lousy lah.

u need a good pair of lens because u need lens to see. they are the windows to the world.that's y u need a good pair of lens. a pair that is able to zoom in and out. zoom in on the good things in life and zoom out on the bad ones. zoom in too much get myopia. zoom out too much.. hmm.. u can prepare to enlist into the institute of mental health...too happy until you siao. well.. whatever it is.. u shld have a pair of damn flexible and clear lens. can zoom in and out in and out. okok. i mentioned tt b4. for everything tt happens look at the big pict. 

and you also need a good bottle of honey.
quick quick ask me why..

heh. guai. i knew you would.
tell you what. you take a walk to the national library.(walking helps prevent osteoporosis) go to the children's section. look for winnie the pooh books. ask pooh. if pooh refuses to reply you. speak louder.. u noe maybe he has honey in his ears and stuff and he cant hear well. if he still doesnt reply.. try jumping ard madly and the paramedics will arrive in a jiff to send you to institute of mental health. do give me your ward number and i can send u a pooh bear soft toy and u can continue asking. have fun.

as u can see an overdose of honey can cause you to:
turn yellow (colour of honey)
become extremely fat
walk around pant-less. coz u cant fit into any of the pants.

well as u can see. it also causes you to have a bunch of weird friends. for example: SPRING-y and jumpy friends who obviously had an overdose of SPRING onions.

this message was proudly brought to you by a crazy nuthead.

man i am so proud of myself i could stand by the sg river and strike a raffles' pose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-112909667524754477?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112909667524754477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112909667524754477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112909667524754477' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112896012898095353</id><published>2005-10-10T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T00:02:09.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i m still feeling gay.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;there's nothing wrong with my hormonal composition lah.i was just finding an excuse to use purple. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;was out today. the bus driver was malfunctioning. there's no better word to describe him. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1) he was speeding.not sure what his intentions were maybe he's a fan of initial d. and because of his undying love for the accelerator i was bouncing on my seat. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2) he has super duper slow reaction time. he only brakes a few metres after the bus stop. i believe it's because of his undying love for the accelerator.. he refuses to keep another mistress called the brakes.  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and i kept hearing humming in the backgrd. cldnt fig out where the music genrator was.i thought i was going really nuts. i concluded that it was the ah pek behind me or rather i choose to believe it was him.s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;o half the time i was thinking what the hell the bus driver was doing and half the time i was annoyed by the humming.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;anyway i came up with some possibilites that might have resulted in the malfuntioning bus driver.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1) the bus driver had a really bad fight with his wife.. was in a bad mood so he sped. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2) the bus driver had a really bad fight with his wife.. maybe the wife clubbed his leg with a ladle &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;he cldnt control his leg movements due to the blood clots and orh chehs.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3) his legs were having fits.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4) the bus driver was trying to spice/speed up the lives of commuters. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5) considering tt he might still be a bachelor, the bus driver might be angry that he is still a bachelor so he sped. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well. the part abt his undying, insatiable love for the accelerator. i can imagine him hugging, kissing and drooling on the pedal every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the song that comes to my mind would be the greatest hit of all time. the titanic theme song.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;every night in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i see u.i feel u.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;that is how i noe u.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;speed on.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;near, far where ever u are.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i believe the speed will go on.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;someone shld make a movie abt it.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the greatest love story of all time.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PUKES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-112896012898095353?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112896012898095353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112896012898095353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112896012898095353' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112892632158803402</id><published>2005-10-10T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:38:41.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's OVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;since i am feeling happy and GAY. i shall use purple.i just read pamela anderson's blog. got the link from friendster. err. well. since i dun have any positive comments abt her or the blog i shall just keep quiet.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;okok. fine. she's sexy. really.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hah.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i think maple story's cool. it's quite retarded. u hack snails gain experience and increase level. but if u have too much time to spare u shld try it. i made my sis strip. no. i made her make her character strip. so her character was walking ard in singlet and shorts. hahs. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;pervert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-112892632158803402?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112892632158803402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112892632158803402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112892632158803402' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112869788829103244</id><published>2005-10-07T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T23:11:28.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;it's weird to be blogging now.esp during the exam period. my net's been down for quite some time and since it is now up and working again.. i have to grab this opportunity to blog. not that this opportunity nv knocks twice.i need a short break lah. fridge ran out of kitkats.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2 more papers to go. SIGH. cant wait for mon. then we can all shake our bonbons in unison coz we are finally free!!..nah we are priceless. but well. there are still many events and stuff we have to sort out,plan and slog for. nevertheless, we can still shake our bons. X)) argh. i cant shake mine well. ricky martin if u r reading this. shake yours for me. hmm. this reminds me.. rm has kinda disappeared from the entertainment circle, which is kinda weird.coz i thought ppl only disappear in the burmuda TRIANGLE and not circle. heh. maybe he's just resting his bon muscles.. by the bon-fire. spastic. oh i remember there was this mapoleh queen in the past. i think the last few queens were from sunflower patrol was it not? but i think we should have this competition running again.. exercise your bon muscles by the bonfire aka campfire. hah. then all guides shall have tough firm bons.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;been listening to alla canto vita.. nono. it's canto alla vita.it's spanish or sth.. definitely not canto.haha. it's by josh groban and the corrs. here are the translated lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SONG TO LIFE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dedicated to the one who guilty or innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lost in this sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yielded to the stream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Who didn't ever be a winner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dedicated to the one always keeping a front of a sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;In the cold of a room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dedicated to the one searching his own freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I sing to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To all its beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To every wound of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To every caresse of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I sing to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To it's tragic beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To pain and to strife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Let all that dance through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The rise and the fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I lived through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dedicated to the one who always made it dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Like possessed, slipped through fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It was always already over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I sing to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Reflected into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Easy and endless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Promised land for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I sing to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sweet and even fierce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To this journey of ours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Which still puts us in chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It calls us...Don't ever doubt ( x 2 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Don't ever leave it alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Alone... still ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I sing to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sweet and even fierce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To this journey of ours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Which still puts us in chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It calls us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grobania.com/canto.html"&gt;http://www.grobania.com/canto.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hmm.singing to life..and the last part.. life calls us..to say that we have just won some idol contest. X) creepy. well. i always thought tt only the villagers or some indigenious tribe will sing to life.i mean cityfolks like us who work like crazy dun even have time to sleep much less sing. well tt's not if u sing for a living. oh. the songs these days are so .. not nice. tuned in to 98 and 987 while studying for exams. can vomit blood man. all so ear sore. no choice.i had to listen to classical music.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;now that there's this controversy over bloggers' rights and bloggers' freedom of speech. it's difficult to blog. i mean for those who usually vent their frustrations online, esp abt others. i guess they would have to do it maybe on top of mt everest. so that nobody will hear them and sue them. hah. ok. maybe for us. it's the bukit timah hill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-112869788829103244?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112869788829103244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112869788829103244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112869788829103244' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112680619536886419</id><published>2005-09-16T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T01:43:15.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bahahahs. man i feel so lame.. wait let me check whether my legs are still there.. WOW amazing. they are still intact. * sining bends down to kiss legs.*

it's 1.26am and i am not done wif the freaking long chem ws. left with a tiny weeny bit. nvm. finish it up later. heehee. was blog- hopping just now. trying to train my leg muscle. nah. kidding. was  sick with the mole calculation. damn sick lah. they inhale too much toxc fumes then have to make us suffer.. yucks. like as if i calculate alr will make pck jealous.. coz he only has 1 pathetic mole.. that moves..hahahs. he should collaborate wif the madagascar team and do an mtv on his mole using the move it song. X)

haha.i m so amused.by some blogs i hopped on. why? coz they are amusing. and why are they amusing.... cause.. hmm.. i kinda forgot. hahas. i m not making any sense.. neither am i making any cents. i dun get paid for the work i do. like doing chem ws.. oh wells.back to mugging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-112680619536886419?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112680619536886419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112680619536886419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112680619536886419' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112679357388802274</id><published>2005-09-15T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:12:53.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>look what you've done..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-112679357388802274?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112679357388802274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112679357388802274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112679357388802274' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112642284332041851</id><published>2005-09-11T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T15:14:03.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;this marks the end of another lousy, short sch hol.it wasnt tt lousy.at least i managed to sleep more. next term there will be selection of new leaders aka pcs and psls.hmm looking at the current batch of sec 1s and 2s...i am kinda excited to see how dynamic and enthusiastic they will be..after which wld be grad ceremony and grad night followed by retreat and the respective camps. hahas.i cant wait for grad night.. get to ogle at sexy girls.hehe.free food and drinks.i heard candyce is coming. so fun.. heehe..man i sound like a retarded pervert chikopek.haha.the part abt the food and drinks.well..last yr.. my sis paid 20 bucks for the food and stuff.but apparently.. the sec 4s were too bz wif the games, ogling at each other+ themselves and stuff. so we the pcs got to eat the high class food. not exactly tt high class.. but still.. much much better than the usual buffet for mtp..rawks. we ate like crazy.. damnit..i love grad night food!! hahas. term 4 sounds fun....if  u exclude the exams part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-112642284332041851?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112642284332041851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112642284332041851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112642284332041851' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112609363613083235</id><published>2005-09-07T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T19:47:16.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WELL DONE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;u are visiting my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
eheheh. whatever.

i m drawing ballerinas for my banyueji. so pretty.they're &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;.no choice lah.cldnt possibly colour them &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;.so weird.ppl wld probably think those are candyce ballerinas. hahs. then i wld have to draw a male ballerina.. aka junyang. hahas.silly billy.i love my sexy ballerinas.bhb. nah.it's good to have occasional ego boosts. X)) see.. my ego is ballooning. it's floating away. whee~heh.ego boost sounds like some boob job. except tt your boobs dun float away after the boob job. hahas.imagine the boobs floating out of the operation theatre and out of the hospital. eww. i am so porn.i shld stop.

sining's being random again.hahas.

cant believe it.just the day b4.. we reinforced our point.and the next day they....... how disappointing.and just a few days ago they were ........... mymy.i m so disgusted.DISGUSTED!! i shall spit. puii* and i get fined for spitting. WALAU... WALAU EH..(repetition was for impact.) nth seems to have gotten into their heads.airheads with no brains.. wait.. do they even have heads. i bet their so called heads are made up of fully permeable membranes and therefore nth went in.

*pause* (for blood pressure to go down)

ok.i m done. back to banyueji-ing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-112609363613083235?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112609363613083235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112609363613083235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112609363613083235' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112600519176190490</id><published>2005-09-06T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T19:13:11.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mrs l is so damn RICH.

hahas.heehee. i wanna rob her. X) X) sheesh.i m such a money face.

lemme tell u the story.
we needed money to buy knick knacks and we din have the money so we went to GO to get a loan. hahs. at first we wanted to get money from HER but she wasnt in sch so we decided to go GO.apparently, the only loaded person around was mrs tan budden she was bz wif some stuff. so we were waiting for her..then we saw miss l. sadly.. she din have enough money.but at least she was nice enough to trust us X)) yipee. then we got so sianned of waiting so we asked ml. she was super ON abt it man. she took out her wallet and started pulling out notes. so nice lah. tt was a hu****d bucks. sexy. so off we went to ikea looking for knick knack.. paddywack give the dog a bone... this old man went rowing home. deedee came up with this all time favourite childhood song X)) the knick knacks were so expensive. we ended up buying a few cushies and some cheap stuff..cheap KNICK KNACK PADDYWACK GIVE THE DOG A BONE!! hahas. we kept singing tt song..actually.. tt line only lah. aiyahh.what a shame.. we cldnt buy the big nice soft sofas.heehee.so we sat on them and.. breathed.. hahs.crazy woman. and we ate the super cheap hotdogs. hahas. and immediately after digesting the hotdogs. we went to bk to eat. GREEDY. hahas.so spastic.took a taxi back to sch.

this time round storecheck was super squeezy.i poked many butts.deliberately.hah.i used a tent peg to poke malita's butt.but she din respond. sth's wrong. heehee.hope she reads this.hahs. jk. we threw alot of stuff. found a badly flattened cockroach. yucks. this reminds me of hurricane katrina. very sad. read tt there were and still are alot of corpses floating ard.eww.tt's really sad.i hate reading this kind of articles.. boo.back to store check.i found alot of lighters.hahs.yippee.let's start a campfire.X))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-112600519176190490?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112600519176190490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112600519176190490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112600519176190490' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112577305738396448</id><published>2005-09-04T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T02:48:29.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2.12am

&lt;em&gt;open house&lt;/em&gt;
teehee..so many star balloons. X)) nice. compared to last year's open house..this year's prep and deco was alot better.hey.. i just realised tt it's the last open house fer me. sobsob* anywaes.. there was this parent tt wanted to take picts of cedar everywhere he went.it disrupted the tour.weirdo.nah.i wasnt the tour guide but i heard abt it.l came into the cr and told us abt the parent.then yl got so paranoid and stuff thinking tt maybe the parent is a terrorist. hehe. tt's possible. parents tt came were really weird. they passed alot of comments and asked alot of funny qn.like if my kid gets tired of walking..is there a place for her to sit.and one common qn abt the kid getting lost in school. man.. the kids are getting more and more pampered. wear too many pampers le.oh and we had this whole tour group with only one kid.the rest were all the family members..one group consists of abt 10 ppl.hah.my tours were ok.no weird ppl. cca booths were ok.just tt most of the parents were more interested in the principal's talk and stuff.some parents actually saw the pathetic and dirty state of the classrooms.so embarrassing.shudders.alot of rooms were locked.cldnt show the parents.i love open house. let's hope tt we have a nice batch of sec 1s next yr. can cheer one X)) heehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-112577305738396448?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112577305738396448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112577305738396448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112577305738396448' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112548703933841684</id><published>2005-08-31T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T19:17:19.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodbyes make you think, they make you realize what you've had, what you've lost and what meaning it is. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BBMAK- The Ghost of u &amp; me&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What am I supposed to do with all these blues&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Haunting me everywhere no matter what I do&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Watching the candle flicker out in the evening glow&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can't let go&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When will this night be over&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shant post all the lyrics.later i get sued. :) &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cant really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;blog much so i can only quote stuff.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;to the teachers who have left footprints in my heart&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;THANK YOU and happy teachers' day. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if things never change, we wouldn't have butterflies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-112548703933841684?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112548703933841684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112548703933841684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112548703933841684' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112542192321409703</id><published>2005-08-31T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T01:12:03.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>according to the wall clock.. i have exactly 5 hours to sleep
according to the com clock.. i have exactly 5 hours and 5 minutes to sleep.

i shall follow the com clock. X))

according to my brain..i am too lazy to sleep.heehee.what a lame excuse man.
yawns.

tdc's today.haha.i have the 'finally' and 'oh no, really?' feeling

mj, the adobe pro, is still doing ppt.feel so bad.cant really help. i bet the two slides i did sucked.. like a straw.

oh yay. she's done. haha.i can sleep at ease.

arghh.pls dont rain tmr.rain on the buildings and wash the paint away but not on the courtyard, the field and anywhere else.

sheesh.what a lousy post.so incoherent.blea...whatever.

jiayou.. sining. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-112542192321409703?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112542192321409703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112542192321409703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112542192321409703' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112512699832853498</id><published>2005-08-27T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T15:16:38.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if u are here for the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ppt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.pls refer to the previous post.thanks.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;4 more days to tchrs day. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;planned td within a uber short time frame of about two and a half weeks. initially, we wanted a fun fair but looking at the amt of time we had i bet we will only end up with one booth selling toilet paper.hahs. i would decribe the planning as nerve-wrecking, hair-pulling, heart-breaking and sleep-losing. most of the time, we just felt like strangling her. we din. how magnanimous. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*applause*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;dunoe how we are gg to survive for the rest of the yr liddat. and the worst thing is that she's in charge for both.SUAY.let's all go drink tau huay.tralala. this reminds me..i long time nv go recess le.coz always wo he jiang si you yue hui.hah. yah.i saw the commercial on tv.got part 3.they shld ask me and HER go act.sure got high ratings.haha. it's ok if u dun udstd what i have typed. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;as i was saying. she got 3 second memory. no i think it's less than that. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;case study 1&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;on thursday.she told us tt there's a r_____l on fri for ALL m_____s. then on fri morning she said i changed her plans and tt sec f__ m_____ dun have to attend. alamak.i was so shocked...&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;what a pea brain lah. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*applause and agree*&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;oh.royston tan uber good.better than HER. they cant be compared lah.heehee.i bet he stays in kingston town.not funny.hah.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;man so freaky lah.no.not talking abt the short films.they're nice.as i was saying.the lights were all switched off.and i was staring at the window thing above the words HONESTY. COURTESY. PERSERVERENCE. then alamak.so scary.dunnoe why got shadow.like as if someone is staring down at you.hahas.i asked evelyn.heng man.she saw it too. showed tt i wasnt seeing things.then i asked crystal.crystal so scared. hahas.her expression so cute. bt anywaes.i think it's just some shadow lah.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i love our MPH..to a small extent. nah.i like it the way it is.My Puny Hall X))&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-112512699832853498?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112512699832853498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112512699832853498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112512699832853498' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112505929047800629</id><published>2005-08-26T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T20:29:15.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi.
if u want a copy of the sec 4 farewell ppt.

pls go to gmail.com

sign in as : yeowoman
password: powerpoint


it's copyright! 

sorry abt the size.heehee.


enjoy

cheerios,
sining&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-112505929047800629?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112505929047800629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112505929047800629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112505929047800629' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112455117671132224</id><published>2005-08-20T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T12:46:03.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lin jun jie- hui you na me yi tian
knowing that you're gonna leave us
and you're not there for us anymore
will u now
promise us
that you'll be by our side
although now we're on our journey
towards independence on our own
i want you.. to know
you will always be in out hearts.

peng you_
zhe xie nian cedar guides, feng ye guo, yu ye guo
zong you lei zoung you meng, hai ji de jian chi shi shen me
sec 4s suo, fu chu de, wo men hui, lao ji zhe
yong yuan bu hui ba ni men yi wang

guides de lu chen, yi qi zou
ri zi bing bu rong yi guo
yi ju hua, yi bei zi
yi shen qing, yi bei jiu

ru jin sec 4s yao li kai
wo men dou fei chang nan guo
sec 4s qing bu yao cry
hai yao zou, hai you wo.

josh groban- you raise me up
When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.






thank you..
..for raising me up

..for raising us up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612373-112455117671132224?l=guidin-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112455117671132224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612373/posts/default/112455117671132224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guidin-star.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112455117671132224' title=''/><author><name>sining</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612373.post-112445752262360611</id><published>2005-08-19T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T21:18:42.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>which lasts longer..
guilt.. or disappointment?

i guess it's the former..

it will nv leave...

excerpts from  'WORK A LITTLE LESS, LIVE A LITTLE MORE'
it's a powerful aphrodisiac for us to be chronically busy, to be made to feel vitally important, even irreplaceable. Do people ever ask themselves: ' if i cant be replaced, how am i going to be promoted.'  X))

today's reality may be that anywhere in the world is only one-eight a second away, but the only problem is tt no one has one eighth of a second to spare anymore.


picture.

a desert.with sand.and more sand.
u turn around.. and see a cactus.


ahh. feel thirsty?


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