<?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-17753835</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:18:13.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-117568364671605475</id><published>2007-04-05T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T03:47:26.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging's a risky business</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Blogging's meant to be liberation. Not captivity. Freedom of speech! Freedom of speech! Where'd it go? You know if politicians were so afraid of criticsm, then don't get into politics cause there's plenty of backstabbing in that. Do you honestly think it's all pretty flowers and pleasant rainbows? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh whatever. I won't suffer either way. Keep my trap shut, that's what i'll do. Be prim and prop-uh and not get into any scuffles or scrapes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Save the cheerleader. Save the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Probably the catch-phrase of the year. I mean the whole cast of Heroes were named Time's people of the year. Bloody brilliant. But i guess when you harness the power of skin-tissue regeneration, levitation, clairvoyancy, mind-reading and other miraculous mutations [to put it bluntly], you ought to be recognised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Catchphrase[s] of the day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"I love sheep!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Sheep's so cute/adorable!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Ooohhh... She's cleaning herself!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sheep officially belongs to Wan Fong and Sheep the Rabbit resembles a white snow/puff/hair ball. Yes it's endearing but it gets a little annoying when Selena keeps claiming how cute it is and how much she adores it. The class took it upon themselves to take care of Sheep but they're really stressing the poor thing out- my mum advises against that for it would mean the early demise of the rabbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm in quite a pensive/aggravated mood today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then again, i'm quite the grouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-117568364671605475?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/117568364671605475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=117568364671605475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/117568364671605475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/117568364671605475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2007/04/bloggings-risky-business.html' title='Blogging&apos;s a risky business'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-117525370610125064</id><published>2007-03-30T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T05:21:46.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger's a Pain In The Ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's official. My blog is fading into pure oblivion. Left to spiders and cobwebs. I have witnessed people give up on their blogs for the simple reason that there's utterly no time to update! E.g. Sophia, Cheryl Tang [actually she gave up quite some time ago], Selena and soon to join them, yours truly. Today i was describing a rather odd metaphor to Cheryl on how the school pushes us to our limits. [holds up palm and points] 'We are like seeds, and everytime we try to grow,' [violently pokes palm] 'We get squished back into our pathetic state... school's a struggle of survival...'. I'm quite certain the school means to drive us completely insane and have us put in the mental asylum. Which is why i'm thankful for my haven. The place where i cease to be judged and where everything seems to be taken with a spoonful of sugar. My sanctum of peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hurray for my weekly visits to church, for i love taking leisurely walks in the secret garden with my Friend, where i'm safe from the chaos perceived to be sane. Though my failure in coaxing Jing Yi and Selena to make a visitation at least has left me quite pensive but i guess my efforts hasn't exactly come to naught as i haven't tried my darndest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right now i'm trying to process my 'train of thoughts' as Mr Tan likes to put it, which reminds me, he reads Ali's blog, which quite literally spells disaster for the rest of us commonfolk... Oh forget that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well if i were to pen down what's going on my life, it would be quite a bore. Rather. I'd like to talk about stuff [the whole theme of blog which hasn't been running smoothly]. Yes i have had the opportunity of practicing several songs on my guitar today, thankfully. I was afraid i was getting to be a rust bucket. Anyway Avril has gone all Pop-ish on us! Begone are those days of blackliner and unflattering shirts and army khakis. Quite a refreshing change though i must say. She looks gorgeous in 'Girlfriend' though i don't quite approve of the fishnet stockings or the sexed up dancing. The song's catchy but definitely not her best work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or dare i mention Katharine Mcphee![i'm certain Cheryl's gonna protest] This American Idol runner-up has done wonders in this album but in my opinion i think her voice deserves more exposure than Over It. She has a brilliant voice mind you, and the song just didn't quite portray that, Simon Cowell would probably go "That was probably the most awful thing i've heard", well he wouldn't say that exactly that but probably on the lines of that, yes? I blasted the song full volume today, and as usual that sour boy, Edward, went 'Will you shut that up' clearly displaying his annoyance. Haha. His Loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By the way, i've been reading 'Little Women' and it's fantastic. Just plain fabulous. Love the storyline, love the style, love the immaculate use of vocabulary. Brilliant. I've got nothing but praises for it, for once i'm truly willing to try my patience by reading a book a second time over. And i honestly recommend it, for all who has a fair amount of time on their hands, especially for the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The whole Japanese singing thing is getting to me. I apologise for that previous statement should it have offended anyone but my mum insisted on watching Music Station on Animax, and it's annoying me so. Oh what a ruckus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This will be a rare and unprecedented post for you will never actually see another for quite some time i'm predicting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-117525370610125064?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/117525370610125064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=117525370610125064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/117525370610125064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/117525370610125064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2007/03/bloggers-pain-in-ass.html' title='Blogger&apos;s a Pain In The Ass'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-117161273702778968</id><published>2007-02-15T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:58:57.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Title: Zeus&lt;br /&gt;Zeus died on Sunday at roughly 11.45am, just when i was stepping out for tuition. MY HAMSTER! Apparently i was so over-whelmed with grief that people offered to buy me another hamster for my birthday. ER, no thank you. I rather not go through the whole process of crying until my eyes swell and i suffer from torturous migraines. Yes, i  do love my hamsters that much. Now Dale doesn't have a companion and i do feel awfully sad for him. Anyway, Zeus is starting to decompose and its giving off a horrendously putrid smell so much so i think my dad is contemplating violating his grave and throwing him down the shoot [like my pet rat, Patch, who suffered a horrible fate]. He had better not. If he did God so help him cause i would... i'll leave it up to your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, hasn't anyone noticed a bunch of over-zealously gregarious juniors going around linking people when the people whom they ask to link to them have no idea who they are?! Well i guess it's legal but odd, really odd.&lt;br /&gt;And... have you ever noticed disgusting ads... wait let me define disgusting: grammatically-wrong. Honestly, you don't impress people much with gross English, it just makes you sound like an uneducated person and people look down on that, well i do anyway. I have this perception of people who make grammatical errors, unfortunately i myself am infallible and have made these sort of errors occasionally. Well i'm guessing it's the environment like Ms Puja said, if everybody spoke in a certain, uniquely Singapore way, you'll probably get influenced. The last time i 'mehhed' like a sheep my mum reached out and attempted to strike me[now, now she didn't abuse me]. Yes that's how cautious i have to be with the English then, NOW, however the tables are turned. WAHAHA. It helps to be smarter than your parents [so where did i get my brains from?].&lt;br /&gt;I'm joking. Anyway, Happy CNY in advance (:&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my blog is surviving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-117161273702778968?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/117161273702778968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=117161273702778968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/117161273702778968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/117161273702778968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2007/02/title-zeus-zeus-died-on-sunday-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-117112195183897211</id><published>2007-02-10T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T07:39:11.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why CHAD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Title: Why CHAD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Now i know the legit reason behind why Chad and Sophia broke up. Chad was cheating on her with Paris Hilton, YES, Paris Hilton, OF ALL PEOPLE Paris Hilton. Brilliant move, just brilliant. I won't say i'm agonised or anguished beyond belief but i am terribly annoyed. They looked so good together! Chad you bloody moron. AND the best part is, he was on the phone talking to Sophia and apparently thought [well he thought wrong] that Sophia had hung up so he told a friend he 'hooked up' with Paris Hilton, AND goodness, Sophia heard! The dumbest things men do. Half the time they aren't exactly thinking with their heads, more like with their counterparts [you know where]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Oh and more celebrity dirt. Zac Efron can't sing. Now i think he's probably the biggest loser on the face of the earth, it's outrageous! Unfortunately, i fear i may be blammed for posting such stuff so my apologies to Zefron fans out there. But honestly. HONESTLY. Tsk, tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Anyway had flag day today, i didn't have much guts and shamelessness to go around begging for loose change. I'm also 100% certain than the cans were the reason why people avoided us as though we we had some infectiously contagious disease like lets say leprosy? But oh heck, it was all for a good cause, now isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ok gotta go sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bio-battery:0.1%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-117112195183897211?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/117112195183897211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=117112195183897211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/117112195183897211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/117112195183897211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-chad.html' title='Why CHAD?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-117101883212578555</id><published>2007-02-09T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T03:00:32.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Doesn't Pay To Be Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Title: It Doesn't Pay To Be Different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;In the midst of understanding the outrageously unethical[it's up to your perception] of human cloning Ms Puja mentioned something. She said "Because we are all normal, we see a down syndrome's kid as abnormal, but if we all had down syndrome's, a normal kid would be abnormal". It's quite true, 'normal' is subjective but we have all been brainwashed to perceive what normal is. Face it, unknowingly we ostracise people who are just a tad different. People who are just a little less well-spoken, a little less sociable, a little less selfless as people would want them to be, being different in today's society is, well, horrid. For example, it's now a common ideal to be skinny, not just healthy skinny, rather stick-thin, so much so the person is reduced to almost nothing but skin and bones. Is this sight really pretty? History depicts that the most beautiful women in the past where emperors beheaded people as they like, were fat. So why is it now we think skinny is beautiful? It's all based on perception and most of the time our opinions are biased towards the 'common' trend. Yes? Am i getting my point through? Honestly speaking, i have to admit conceding to such 'trends' is more tempting than being constantly infallible, but because of this, girls and guys [concerned about appearance] alike are resorting to destructive eating habits that is potentially fatal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;What is right and what is wrong, when do we cross that thin fine line to the path of no return? Human is genetically made that way, we cannot tolerate change nor people who are just a little out of place. Sometimes it just doesn't pay to be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm being rather philosophical right now aren't I? Anyway the O' levels results were announced today. One of the most defining moments was when they announced the top few geniuses. Of course in any ordinary case i wouldn't have felt the same cold thread of dread/anxiety that my seniors felt, rather i think i might be quite the sceptic. One by one the names were announced followed by their brilliant achievements. Then on the screen popped out Chang Ling's name, boy was i veritably happy for her. Just on Sunday, she had been lamenting how she was gonna be terribly upset if she didn't see her name on the screen, well she got her wish and i'm telling you, this is the first time i witnessed such euphoria to the extend she was trembling! So yes i am extremely proud of her as well as my other seniors. Anyway i'm quite deaf right now, about a dozen or so people shrieked into my ears, as if the pressure build-up wasn't enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway a shout out: To all my seniors, YOU GUYS ROCKED! And thanks for setting the benchmark now we have to live up to your legacy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-117101883212578555?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/117101883212578555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=117101883212578555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/117101883212578555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/117101883212578555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-doesnt-pay-to-be-different.html' title='It Doesn&apos;t Pay To Be Different'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-117050953023495567</id><published>2007-02-03T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T05:32:10.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I can almost see cobwebs forming on my blog. Yes, yes, i know i haven't updated but considering the fact that the school loves to put us through torturous lectures and the fact that i dont abstain from sleeping... well you get my point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Anyway today was rather eventful i must say. I was extremely cranky this morning. I hate it when my life is being governed by the sound of alarm bells, it's like i'm in some sort of invisible prison. Back to my point, hell, i was screaming and cursing the school for making us wake up bloody early on a Saturday morning, NOTE: SATURDAY MORNING. People sleep in on Saturday mornings, not waste time moping around in school. Anyway so we went for our 'jog' rather, we were leisurely strolling throughout the whole 'journey'. I guess my spirits lightened a little after that. But lo and behold my bag had to go missing, so did Linda's, Selena's, Xiao Xuan's and probably 15 more others. I was sort of in a panic mode i'm guessing, cause it was disastrously chaotic in school today, so i wasn't sure what frame of mind i was in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ANYWAY. Catastrophe struck[i'm exaggerating]. Natasha fell and i felt as though my heart was gonna strike my ribcage so hard it'd break. My rationale at that moment of time was to rush there so i did carrying Xian Xuan's bag and my own at the same time. Now to come to think about it i feel kinda embarrassed seeing as i could've potentially obstructed the racing lane. Anyway she was fine after that, thank goodness. But she's still suffering from the aftermath of whacking the ground chin first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So anyway, i'm gonna cut short the rest of events and go to lunch, I went to PP McDonalds with Lynette, Selena, Xiao Xuan, Sophia, Michelle and Bernard, Grace, Amirul, Jing Yi, Cheryl Tan and Roderick joined us a little late i think. And you know what i realised Drama people are damn funny. Sitting on my right was Michelle and on my left Lynette and in front Sophia, i'm telling you sandwiched between the trio can be a killer, They're hilarious, and i was trying not to choke or regurgitate the contents of my lunch. So anyway we went to look for socks later on, what am i talking about, i meant socks for Lynette's brother [or herself]. Oh and i bought the Hannah Montana OST[says it in fervent hysteria] haha, anyway i wanted to get either Jesse McCartney/Josh Groban/Aly and AJ but cause i was rushing i decided to get the first thing i saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So after that Selena and Lynette accompanied me on bus 12, cause Selena had ballet and all. AND Lynette was singing darn loudly it was rather embarrassing. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;my post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;OK IT'S LONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;P.S i was so hyper today i was bouncing off public structures. AND squatting on objects and hopping around like a monkey and.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm rambling pardon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-117050953023495567?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/117050953023495567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=117050953023495567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/117050953023495567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/117050953023495567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2007/02/ancient.html' title='Ancient'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-116715211021576819</id><published>2006-12-27T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T08:55:10.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I have an addiction to a square thing comprising of metallic electronic components- otherwise known as the box or tv. I spent my days idle munching on rather unhealthy food in front of tt box. It's a horrid way to live. Anyway, the monsoon season's pretty bad this year, word of advice, keep your windows shut, especially at night so you don't hafta wake up to shut it. Anyway i'm feeling sleepy, lethargy fills every lazy bone in my body. I rather be in school but then in a few months i'd be wishing i had a break. We always want what we can't have now don't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hopefully, this time i'll keep to my new year resolutions, which usually consists of me aspiring to be more hardworking, and quit procrastinating doing things that should've been done ages ago. Anyway of what's left of the holidays, enjoy it, and you shouldn't let anything dampen your mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and a belated Merry Christmas+Boxing Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;xoxoxoxo Heather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i don't need the world to see me, cause i  don't think that they'd understand, when everything's made to be broken, i just want you to know who i am- 'Iris' Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;P.S i think i sound too serious in some of my posts, honestly, don't take me seriously, it's just my style of writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-116715211021576819?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/116715211021576819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=116715211021576819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116715211021576819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116715211021576819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-116680036341603861</id><published>2006-12-22T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T07:12:43.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm in the process of fixing my last post, which screwed up badly, so sorry. Stupid Photobucket. Dumb User. LOL. That's what my mum always says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-116680036341603861?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/116680036341603861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=116680036341603861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116680036341603861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116680036341603861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-in-process-of-fixing-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-116677836999686244</id><published>2006-12-22T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T07:28:23.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Galore!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This will be the first time i'll be posting so many pictures. Usually, i'll shrug it off, but i think i'll make an exception this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Summerland! Notice how i singled out &lt;strong&gt;Zac Efron&lt;/strong&gt;[High School Musical], &lt;strong&gt;Jesse McCartney&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Kay Panabaker&lt;/strong&gt;[Read It &amp; Weep]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r20/kryptonitemonkey/Summerland.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh and i promised i'll post pictures of Ms Bikini International 2006 contestants for the guys to ogle at now, didn't i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Drumroll*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ms USA, who bears an uncanny resemblance to a certain hotel heiress, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r20/kryptonitemonkey/F10G7685-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Images from the contest itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This here is &lt;strong&gt;Jaime &lt;/strong&gt;[pronounced as hai-mee] &lt;strong&gt;and Anu&lt;/strong&gt;, 2 of the judges for that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r20/kryptonitemonkey/PB262430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, and i probably didn't mention&lt;strong&gt; Uncle Charlie&lt;/strong&gt;, who's age is a whopping 96 [talk about ripe and old]. Here's a pic of him with his wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r20/kryptonitemonkey/PB262258.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Top 5 Contestants&lt;/strong&gt;, gorgeous people with deadly curves. Please note that the contestants are really beautiful in real life and shouldn't be compared using the pictures Oh and the 1st place Crown encrusted with i-have-no-idea how many glimmering Swarovski crystals cost a brilliant US$10K. That, my friends, you don't see everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r20/kryptonitemonkey/PB272836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And not forgetting some eye candy for the girls as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jaime, Manhunt International 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r20/kryptonitemonkey/PB272826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll post some more if i can, right now i'm gonna go munch on something. After eating the antibiotics i'm feeling much better. Simple equation: no throat problems=regular hunger pangs=eating junk food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;P.S The pictures took darn long to upload.&lt;br /&gt;All pictures are credited to Exclusive Resources Marketing Pte Ltd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;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/17753835-116677836999686244?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/116677836999686244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=116677836999686244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116677836999686244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116677836999686244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/12/pictures-galore.html' title='Pictures Galore!!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-116663175437571249</id><published>2006-12-21T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T08:22:35.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen Well I'm Ready To Tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Title:Listen Well I'm Ready To Tell&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, i'm quite aware of the fact that my posts are rather irregular, no matter, i'm typing one now aren't i? I wanted to post some pictures but my dad's still away in Ghana and most of the pics are stored in his com. Anyway, i have a new found secret obsession. Ok, obsession's too strong a word, perhaps fanatic? I know, i know, still equally bad. Anyway i'm addicted to Hannah Montana and i'm a fan of Miley Cyrus. Odd, yes, especially since Miley's a year younger than me. Picture that, a 15-yr-old worshipping a 14-yr-old. But honestly, i'm a fan cause she always seem to be able to take things in her stride, with a huge smile. Perhaps the reason why her dad nicknamed her 'Smiley' which was later shortened to just 'Miley' [herreal name's Destiny Hope Cyrus]. If you're thinking so what, cause you're thinking it's awfully easy to smile, you're horrible wrong. This is one of those times i come to the defence of my favourite celebs [should my memory ever fail me] i seem to recall that i used to be completely crazy over Hilary Duff. Read my previous posts. Anyway back to the point Miley's brilliant cause, her mum passed away when she was just a baby. Now that's something many people wouldn't just carry on and smile about, now do they? Anyway, Hannah Montana is a really, and i mean really funny show. But then again it depends on your sense of humour. I prefer light-hearted humour while sadistic people like Amirul and Ms Lim prefer the dark/sarcastic humour sort of thing. Anyway, Miley has a truckload of talent too, no denying its in the genes [since her dad's country singer Billy Ray Cyrus].&lt;br /&gt;I really should stop obsessing over people. It's a fetish of some sort. Oh and i probably didn't mention that i see Justin Timberlake in a different light. I didn't like him when i was 13/14 but now he's quite cute, and his falsetto and the catchy beats of his song rewind and replay in my head constantly.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear me. Why must all teenagers go through such a phase! Darned hormones, they just rustle up more than their fair share of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my holidays stink, i'm still sick. EVER SINCE I CAME BACK. Horrid. The best part is that i blatantly refused to see the doc initially was because the queues are just incredible...incredibly long. I waited 3 hours just to see the doctor for less than 5 minutes perhaps. I don't trust docs, since they have a long history of aggravating my sickness instead of curing it.&lt;br /&gt;Ok here comes the important part after all that blabbering.&lt;br /&gt;I WENT TO MS LIM'S HOUSE. Ah well, Amirul had a post on that. Honestly, you should have seen how overwhelmingly enthusiastic he was. No sarcasm here. Ok i should have a shout-out here right now: Thanks for that day to both Amirul and Ms Lim (: Oh yes, i was excited. But ended up being as silent as a *insert appropriate metaphor here*. Amirul was doing most of the talking which was fine by me, but it was quite funny seeing him poke cracks at Ms Lim's stature. Amirul should make poking cracks at Ex-Teachers a profession... i'm joking. If there would be a profession he really gets into, its the entertainment line. Anyway, go to Amirul's blog for more details, its on the sidebar on the left.&lt;br /&gt;Ok i'm gonna ATTEMPT some math, which is seemingly impossible, cause i'm really asleep with my eyes open and my brain incredulously churning out decent English.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies are free to fly, why do they fly away, leaving me to carry on and wonder why, was it you who kept me wandering through this life?- Random song line i decided to put on my blog which has faded into the stone age, cause of my utter incompetency to keep up a decent blog... i'm blabbering, ignore me. LOL. Just decided to sound sophisticated. [Yeah right, like kryptonitemunkey can pull that off]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-116663175437571249?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/116663175437571249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=116663175437571249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116663175437571249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116663175437571249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/12/listen-well-im-ready-to-tell.html' title='Listen Well I&apos;m Ready To Tell'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-116547410812064135</id><published>2006-12-06T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:48:28.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project NZ BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Title: Project NZ BBQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been an extremely lazy bum. I really oughta start studying. Oh and i forgot to update this blog abt my trip, ok i'll do it another day [total procrastination]. I'm stuck on Justin Timberlake's My Love currently, i have no idea why... Anyway a day before yesterday i went for the Proj NZ BBQ and had an awesomely rad time. I had a fun time talking to the Sec 4s and the few Sec 3s there. Honestly though, juggling between the extreme differences in personalities there was a little difficult. No kidding. You'll be surprised.But unfortunately my life's been a big jinx lately. It ALMOST RAINED. Actually it did. I felt the pitter-patter of the rain drops on my skin. AND I WAS SICK. I'm still down with the cold bug. But it was nevertheless enjoyable.IN FACT, i lost 4 kg cause i'm sick and can't touch the junk food at home. Sigh, i'm really gonna miss the Sec 4s. I'm not one who's very good at expressing such things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pale rays of the solemn moon rained upon the sea reflecting a tinge of sadness. A pandemonium of emotions creeped up my veins, my mouth felt drained of even a single drop of liquid. What was i to say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm in such an emo-mood now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-116547410812064135?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/116547410812064135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=116547410812064135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116547410812064135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116547410812064135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/12/project-nz-bbq.html' title='Project NZ BBQ'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-116433983900616120</id><published>2006-11-23T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T19:43:59.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haphazard Driving- I NEARLY DIED</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Title: Haphazard driving- I NEARLY DIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm still in China-Humen. China's a madhouse, don't bet on law-abiding drivers here. The best part is the police don't give a damn if they make illegal turns or if the run a red light. This is why i am so frightened of crossing the roads, fearing that anyday would be my last. Living here is not so bad, reason being everything here is so freakin cheap, but you'll probably suffer from culture shock. People publicly leave their bacteria-ridden spit everywhere, even inside the airport. Plus, they tend to be pretty loud people, ok, pretty loud is an understatement. Right a pandemonium of honking sounds fill my parent's room, which from afar would appear to be a sleazy red-like district kind room, this appearance owing to the red cloth hung outside the windows. Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;on the 22nd of Nov: I was exhausted, i had to travel to Bangkok and then to China, and the transits just burned out my biological battery. Try sitting in a plane full of drunk, smelly Arabs, and the plane felt like a sauna at 100 degrees celsius. I was feeling feverish by the time the plane took off. When we finally reached Guang Zhou after tolerating the shenanigans of the crazy Arabs, and moderately adequate plane food[which caused my lactose-intolerant mum make regular visitations to the toilet], i was urgently in need of the toilet and was felt as if i hadn't taken bath for a decade. It was horrible feeling, but after an hour's trip to the hotel in Humen and a bath 2 hours later. I FELT MUCH BETTER. Oh and my mum should have heeded the fact that apparently her feng shui thingy said she shouldnt travel. She was made to take off her boots cause the security at Changi thought she might've concealed weapons. Did i mention that security guards are extremely grouchy people, perhaps due to the fact that their jobs aren't exactly at the top of the glamour list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;23rd Nov: I couldn't wake up, my eyes were incredibly heavy and i sprained my arm again and the pain was just anguishing. I went for breakfast, and on the menu was Dim Sum and Congee. Anyway afterwards we [consisting of me, my parents and my lil bro] went shopping. We bought a fair amount of foodstuffs, and shoes. I'm pretty amazed at the bargaining skills required you would need in China, the shopkeepers here are pretty mad. Many pieces of gum later i went for a full-body massage. Oh and please don't get any obscenely perverse ideas.. It was pretty interesting and comfortably relaxing. So i kinda slept better. Anyway, i feel a bout of diarrhoea coming along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-116433983900616120?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/116433983900616120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=116433983900616120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116433983900616120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116433983900616120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/11/haphazard-driving-i-nearly-died.html' title='Haphazard Driving- I NEARLY DIED'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-116373462900947506</id><published>2006-11-16T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T19:37:09.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrr...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Title: Grrrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel like punching the wall again, SOMEONE GET ME A PUNCHING BAG. GRRRR... I'm extremely agitated now. @#$%$#%$@@%$@%@$@%$@$%. DAMNATION. Ok i'm having horrible moodswings. Anyway, i went to thewb.com and found some interesting phrases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Smallville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Clana: Clark+Lana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lexana: Lex+Lana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chlark: Chloe+Clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Clois: Clark+Lois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Naley: Nathan+Haley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*Knocks Head* i also just realised something, I AM SLOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now i feel like crying, see i'm having horrid moodswings, bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-116373462900947506?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/116373462900947506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=116373462900947506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116373462900947506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116373462900947506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/11/grrrr.html' title='Grrrr...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-116304579916997129</id><published>2006-11-09T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T20:17:16.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Bored, Bored Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Title: I'm a Bored, Bored Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blogger's being a utter annoyance. I couldn't log in yest to post entries. How spastic, must be caused by the new version of Blogger. Anyway holidays spell boredom for me. So much so i contemplated revising for next yr, preposterous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm itching to go see Lynette's 'new' Jack Russell too. Hers is the quintessential sort. Hyper, yappy, sticky, etc, but i love Jack Russells. But when it comes to complementing my personality, Labs are more suited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, i watched Perhaps Love by HowL and J just now, i mean the video. It was in Chinese though and it seems that the Chi Ver is the much lesser version of the Korean one. Ooh, how i adore Goong. Don't bother to try convincing me to watch other Korean Serials, Goong is my one and only venture into the world of Korean Dramas and stuff. Which might explain why i'm fiercely loyal to the show. Ok i'm starting to sound like the cheena-cheena type of person, blech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-116304579916997129?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/116304579916997129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=116304579916997129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116304579916997129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116304579916997129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-bored-bored-soul.html' title='I&apos;m a Bored, Bored Soul'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-116289299541972966</id><published>2006-11-07T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T01:49:55.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwritten Rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Title: Unwritten Rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok today has been interesting in a rather precarious manner. So me and Lynette went to get some bubble tea, and on the way we met, surprise, surprise, Cheryl Tang and Tan and Ms Kee casually sauntering towards us.I had an inkling of where they were going but just asked anyway, they were going to go eat Ban Mian at Roxy Sq, again. Ok, sidetracking a little, I made a comment once to Cheryl Tang about how we should be named the Ban Mian Buddies, Cheryl told Selena and she was like 'That's so corny!' Of course then i was having one of those unexpected sugar rushes so i started laughing quite loudly which indefinitely annoyed the people surrounding me. Anyway back to the Ban Mian thing, so me and Jing Yi, both Cheryls plus Lynette went to eat Ban Mian, on the way, Lynette told me something incredibly, unbelievably, incredulously funny. I went hysterical and had awful laughing fits that split my sides. Then we started discussing about how  it's not plausible to crush on some one within your clique [inclusive of both genders of course, preferably no gay trysts, lol, no offence meant]. I mean it's not wrong, but it hurts the relationship you and him/her have as a friend.The consequences could turn out pretty dire if such things weren't handled properly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then i told Lynette 'It's an unwritten rule that no one should like anyone in their clique'. Then once again... my brain started to go into overload, thinking how this would make a brilliant topic for today's blog entry. Unwritten rules are the things that everyone should know naturally, instinctively i guess. It's like this book of code stored in your brain which you must have reference to regularly, for girls especially. Like for example, guys are always asking 'Why do girls have to go to the toilet together?' Well the answer is pretty simple, it's all in the 'Book Of Unwritten Rules' girls never or rarely go to the toilet alone not because they're frightened or anything but it's based more on instinct, to ask a girl to accompany you to the toilet. Actually i have more examples, but unfortunately it would then make this post a rather boring and monotonous one, well all i can say such things are good to be pondered upon for the universe works in mysterious ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, i forgot to mention something, we met Alexa on the way. She was coming out from the lift with her acquaintance when Cheryl [Tang] let out a gasp, or rather a loud 'Oh!'. I was then under the impression that this Eurasian looking girl might perchance be Alexa, everybody else who knew her was also making odd choking noises and going 'Oh! Oh! Oh..' SO as soon as we got to the lift while i remained quite clueless as to what was going on and the rest tried to remain as inconspicuous as possible as Alexa sashayed past[not that it worked though, we were in a pretty big group]. I started questioning the others and they told me that it was Alexa, i was like 'i knew it!', and then they asked me whether she was pretty, honestly, i told them no, but i caught only a glimpse of her, so i'm not really sure. Well, enough coincidences for a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I better end this post, it's getting to be quite a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-116289299541972966?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/116289299541972966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=116289299541972966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116289299541972966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116289299541972966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/11/unwritten-rules.html' title='Unwritten Rules'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-116271557810543918</id><published>2006-11-05T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T00:35:37.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Little Too Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once again, the title doesn't show, but it's 'Too Little Too Late'. I found myself hooked on the song after watching the MTV on Channel V. Here's the song, if it shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="&lt;a href="&gt;http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf&lt;/a&gt;" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.heavily-broken.org/radioblog/sounds/JoJo - Too Little Too Late.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another song which i'm oddly hooked on is Right Where You Want Me, despite Jesse's whiny vocals the song's pretty nice in my opinion. Well Jesse makes better eye candy than ear candy. Haha, ok, i know that wasn't good humour, but just in case you didn't know, Heather certainly doesn't have a good sense of humour... really. I think it might be in the genes, having an extremely warped sense of humour. I'm gonna grow up not laughing very much... not. In fact i think i laugh more than the average human. Not sure how i cultivated the habit but i'm quite ascertain it came from Natasha/Xiang/Janice/Jillene side. Why? Cause' whenever i laugh too much or too hard, Cheryl Tang and Jing Yi just stares at me and pleads with me to stop... or they'll disown me. LOL, ok so i'm exaggerating, in more ways than one, go figure which bits are truth and which are false.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna bear with 2 more days of truncated lessons. Then on the 10th i'll be back at IMH, and the 11th, my braces will come off! Oh and on the 22nd i'll be flying to Bangkok and then Guangzhou and then back to Bangkok and then Singapore. What a brilliant plan... no thanks to my dad, we're following him around cause of his job. The company he's working in currently is organising Miss Bikini International, honestly, there are some perks, but they're cons too. Oh and just recently, he opened an attached file to shockingly [or not] find a naked picture of one of the participants, how should i know? Well i saw it and the sight of a topless woman is gonna be eternally burned into my retina, how disgusting. Ah well, enough of the drama i experienced today, i'm gonna take a breather, my room's kinda stuffy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-116271557810543918?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/116271557810543918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=116271557810543918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116271557810543918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116271557810543918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/11/too-little-too-late.html' title='Too Little Too Late'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-116256625785748305</id><published>2006-11-03T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T07:04:17.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships Ruin Good Friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's the topic of the day, relationships ruin good friendships [its the title but i don't think it shows] or rather i've been pondering over it for quite some time. I think i mentioned it in a previous post, but i'm unsure which one exactly. Anyway if you skimmed through blogs, you would've by now come to the notion that BGR is complex and when it turns sour, gosh, the results can turn out to be disastrous. Where has the simplicity of love, peace and harmony gone to. Probably faded into oblivion. Its absolutely and completely true that soured relationships breed even more discord resulting in the slightest possibility that things will clear up in a snap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAHA. Something has just come to my attention. Have i ever mentioned that i have no intention whatsoever to get married? A absolutely brilliant plan. I am dependent on myself and no one else, i will NOT owe anyone a living[except for my parents]. Haven't you heard that familiarity breeds contempt. Living with the same person in the same stinking apartment for a few years could drive anyone to the precipice of utter insanity, agreeable? Well i guess when girls find 'The one' they reckon they would live with him forever and perhaps it's normal for us to hanker after that thought but seriously, i'm still not going to get married. Cheryl reckons i most probably would change my mind, when i decide to shed this apparently childish thought. Perhaps, but for now i'm sticking to my stand. BGR and Marriage is stupid, and shouldn't even be thought of at our age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How ironic, since i basically wrote a whole entry on the contemptible, controversial topic of BGR.Oh and i realised something else. I can only write well in the night, when i'm straining my eyes while i watch my finger tap-dance across the keyboard in a pretty amusing fashion, and at the same time feel the events of the day take a horrible toll on me, burning up the last of my biological battery. If only humans didn't ever need to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time to recharge, and i maybe hearing things but it seems like someone's shredding his/her electric guitar, at 10.55. Good night people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-116256625785748305?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/116256625785748305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=116256625785748305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116256625785748305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116256625785748305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/11/relationships-ruin-good-friendships.html' title='Relationships Ruin Good Friendships'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-116246412886346592</id><published>2006-11-02T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T02:42:10.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiiish</title><content type='html'>LOL. I love watching the Goong NGs on Youtube, hilariously funny i tell you. Go &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;http://www.youtube.com&lt;/a&gt; and search Goong NG. ARGH... just strained my hand/finger muscles trying to play For You I Will on the guitar. Must stretch so far, and my pinky no strength. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-116246412886346592?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/116246412886346592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=116246412886346592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116246412886346592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116246412886346592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/11/aiiish.html' title='Aiiish'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-116237775211441073</id><published>2006-11-01T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T02:42:32.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barking Like A Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think that Selena's influence is rubbing of me. Oddly enough. Anyway reading Nick's blog puts my proficiency in English to utter shame. I cannot, emphasis on cannot, write like i used to. Perhaps its the fact that our common lingo has a drastically detrimental effect on me. Anyway, me, Wan Fong, Selena, Cheryl Tan &amp; Tang and Jing Yi took a bus to Singapore Post Centre today. We lunched out at Long John Silver's. Hang on as i make a slight deviation, MY KEYBOARD'S BEING AN ASS. My stupid laptop is just way too ancient. Ok anyway, we had a good lunch during which i made disturbing noises while barking like a dog, which annoyed the others terribly so much so they threatened to disown me as their friend, lol, and then we went home almost immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also i hate waking up in the wee hours of the morning just for truncated. It's just incredibly retarded. But oh well, at least we're doing something useful instead of moping around like a bunch of useless morons. Ok moron's too strong a word. Anyway as you can see now, Heather's in a pretty cranky mood. Oh and you would also have realised that she has a knack for referring to herself as the third person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, i updated my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna go sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-116237775211441073?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/116237775211441073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=116237775211441073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116237775211441073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116237775211441073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/11/barking-like-dog.html' title='Barking Like A Dog'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-116204750340303373</id><published>2006-10-28T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T07:58:23.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truncated=SUCKY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes i know i haven't posted for an extremely long time.Anyway, i'm 21/39 in class, that stinks. My position dropped! I went quite hysterical. Ok so on Thurday, i went out with Jing Yi, Cheryl Tang and Lim Pon. We were on the same bus with Fang Lynn, Jennifer, Sophia, Bernard, Jessie, erm.. who else. Anyway, they were jumbling up the names replacing the first letters of our name with W. So it was quite funny, Weryl, Wim Pon, Wing Yi, you get the idea.. So Fang Lynn pointed to me and said Weather and laughed, Jennifer who was sitting right next to her was erm... a little slow. It was quite funny. So yes, i was quite harassed by Lim Pon while i trailed Jing Yi around who was looking for earrings and heels. My feet was so sore! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok anyway. I finished Princess Hours! Lol. It was brilliantly hilarious, but i think i cried a lot. LOL. Koreans love making tear-jerking dramas, don't they? Oh and within 2 days, actually less than tt i lvled up from 28-30, hee hee, and made my 2nd job advancement for Maple Story. Yes i know that i'm spastically lame for playing the game. Apologies, but it's kinda addictive X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We don't have to try                                                                To think the same thoughts                                                   We just have a way                                                                Of knowing everything's gonna be ok                                 We'll laugh 'til we cry                                                             Read each others minds                                                       Live with a smile                                                                  Make it all worthwhile                                                        Make it all worthwhile                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Life has moments hard to describe                                        Feeling great and feeling alive                                               Never coming down from this                                                Mountain we're on                                                            Always knowing we're gonna be fine                                Feeling great and feeling alive                                                Never coming down from this                                               Mountain were on                                                                The view is so clear                                                             And it's crazy up here                                                               Life is amazing with you on the ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We don't wanna sleep                                                         Just wanna stay up                                                               There's so much to say                                                        And not enough hours in the day                                         We'll laugh 'til we cry                                                         Read each others minds                                                      Live with a smile                                                                Make it all worthwhile                                                             Make it all worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Life has moments hard to describe                                        Feeling great and feeling alive                                               Never coming down from this                                                Mountain we're on                                                            Always knowing we're gonna be fine                                Feeling great and feeling alive                                                Never coming down from this                                               Mountain were on                                                                The view is so clear                                                             And it's crazy up here                                                               Life is amazing with you on the ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;No time to be lazy                                                                   The journey is perfect                                                             The pace is so crazy                                                              The race is so worth it                                                               I will be with you                                                                      We'll do this together                                                              Always together                                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Life has moments hard to describe                                         Feeling great and feeling alive                                                  Never coming down from this                                                     Mountain we're on(Mountain we’re on)                                   Always knowing we're gonna be fine                                     Feeling great and feeling alive                                          Never coming down from this                                                  Never comin' down                                                                                     Never comin' down                                                                  Never comin’ down (from this)                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Always knowing were gonna be fine                                         Feeling great and feeling alive                                                  Never coming down from this mountain were on                   (Never coming down from this)                                                The feeling's so clear and it's crazy up here                          Life is amazing with you on the ride                                       The place so is crazy                                                               The race is so worth it                                                              &lt;strong&gt;Life is amazing with you on the ride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-116204750340303373?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/116204750340303373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=116204750340303373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116204750340303373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116204750340303373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/10/truncatedsucky.html' title='Truncated=SUCKY'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-116108867852381462</id><published>2006-10-17T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T05:37:58.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parallel Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm quite ascertain im living in a parallel universe right now. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I got an A for Chinese, me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;AND a B4 for a English @#@$#@$#@$#%$^#%$!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm watching Princess Hours [on ep 17 now], since when was i ever interested in Korean dramas, apparently, i am now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm listening to Perhaps Love, that song from Princess Hours, it's nice... but in Korean, so i have NO IDEA what i'm singing to, lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I passed both Math, surprisingly, both Bs though &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wasn't in a depressed mood when i got to Cartel today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and you know what, Trisha is damn smart. She got 90-odd for E math, A math, Chemistry and Physics as far as i know, and that's just out-of-this-world. I couldn't even keep a steady 90 average in Primary school! But honestly, the B people are frighteningly hardworking and smart. They're also awfully capable of scoring A1s quite easily. Argh which puts me in a tough position. So far i've gotten this sorta marks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;English: b4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chinese: a2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Physics: c5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;E math: b3 [64.5 actually]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;A Math: b4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Geog E: d7 [!!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chem [so far]: 36/50, 19/30 = 55/80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel completely inferior as compared to the B people. My peanut's too small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I sound like Mr TKH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i wanna go sleep, but first a detour to the toilet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;sorry for not posting so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-116108867852381462?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/116108867852381462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=116108867852381462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116108867852381462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116108867852381462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/10/parallel-universe.html' title='Parallel Universe'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-116062765212616767</id><published>2006-10-12T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:34:12.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;6/10/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;After the papers, me Jing Yi and Cheryl Tang went to watch John Tucker must Die.  I liked the show, Jesse Metcalfe is hot. So were the girls, Sophia Bush, Brittany Snow, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;7/10/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Spent the whole day watching movies, first i watched The Banquet, and O, both were adaptations of Shakespeare's play, but, honestly, William is a damn sadist! he loves killing everyone in the play, maybe cause he doesn't know how to end them, too complex i guess, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;10/10/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Was doing a lot of thinking. Too much thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;11/10/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;WOOHOO! Final paper. Exams thoroughly sucked. 3e went kayaking, my and Jing Yi doubled. The double kayak was damn heavy. I nearly died paddling it. Oh and i overstrained my arms, this morning i woke up crying cause the pain was just damn excruciating. My dad bandaged my right arm. This morning i ate Panadol. Anyway many accidents occured during the kayaking expedition, lol. Poor Timothy had a really bad cramp, Cheryl and Selena allegedly nearly died, lol. They got too close to the fishing spots which had seriously detrimental tides. They couldn't steer out, so it was kinda scary. Anyway we went to Vivo City afterwards. The HUGE place was stupid, they only had Carl's Junior, I NEARLY STARVED TO DEATH. We went to Harbour Front and ate Mac's. Gosh, i bet Mac's never looked better. Anyway got home really, exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh btw, here are some songs, that i think are nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tyler Hilton-When It Comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aly and Aj- Chemicals React and On The Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-116062765212616767?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/116062765212616767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=116062765212616767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116062765212616767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/116062765212616767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/10/61006after-papers-me-jing-yi-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115952559221832353</id><published>2006-09-29T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T03:26:32.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird People. Weird Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to IMH yesterday, and yes, its the Institute of Mental Health which is near Woodbridge hospital. I was quite frightened of the people i would potentially meet on the way. And take note of this: the compound's huge! By the way, before you start saying Heather's gone mentally berserk, i haven't. I just went there to get my nerves set right. All my teachers made it a point to inform my mum that i was a nervous wreck during the exams. Apparently, i tend to slap myself during the exams... LOL! Oh and i tend to start jumping around in my sit [how do i do tt? i have no idea, people sitting near me will know lah]. AND AGAIN, IM NOT MAD. Note: though in sec 1 we learnt a particular text telling us that if people said they're not mad, then they're mad does not apply to my particular case, so please do not ostracise me or anything like that. I'm still the same ol' hyper Heather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and i don't get it, how can people who bite their nails have perfectly manicured nails still. Oddest thing ever. It's an irony. Like Clark Kent being afraid of heights. A fireman who's afraid of fire. A doctor who's afraid of blood and a potential conservationalist/naturalist/veterinian who's afraid of injecting needles and blood and WORMS! Emphasis on the last one, i'm terribly frightened of worms, i suppose most of my friends would know that, especially if they braved walking thru the rain with me to the bus stop. Everytime i see a worm, you can hear me scream for miles away. I have no idea how i cultivated that fear, but i suppose cause my mum has a phobia of worms too. It doesn't help that i have worms in the potted plants outside my house, my dad in an attempt to make me awfully disgusted would dig up this worms, driving me nuts! Anyway, im reading this book called the encyclopedia of endangered animals. It's interesting, and theres a fair amount of Geog in there, lol. Which reminds me, i pity those who have 3 humanities to cope with, i cannot say i sympathise, cause i doubt i'll know whats its like at this stage, but all i can say is best of luck, yea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;OHHHH, before i end, 7 GIRLS, from 3C, inclusive of Xiang Yu, Natasha and Janice, completely cut class today. Unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115952559221832353?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115952559221832353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115952559221832353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115952559221832353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115952559221832353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/09/weird-people-weird-things.html' title='Weird People. Weird Things.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115917689045276855</id><published>2006-09-25T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T02:34:50.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Source [Of complete Irrationality]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my overactive imagination allowing complete paranoia to set in, driving me horrendously nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I NEED TO FOCUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One more week. I really shouldn't be blogging now. BUT seriously, there's no time to study. I only have time to do hw, and that's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'M SO SURE THE TEACHERS ARE OUT TO MURDER US!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're burdened with a million and one things to do, and resting isn't exactly our priority. Right now, i'm also being driven nuts by the various cliques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHY CAN'T WE ALL LIVE TOGETHER IN PEACE AND HARMONY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not a angry kid, just a cranky one who wakes up at 4.50 am. I wish that having problems fitting in sometimes wasn't in my 'priority' list. Not that i have one anyway. I want to grow up and be a vet or a conservationist [like the late Steve Irwin], so i'm gonna study hard now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THE WORLD HAS MUCH BIGGER PROBLEMS THAN I HAVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna be a nice kid. A not cranky one who thinks about others before herself. I sound awfully weird saying this though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHY CAN'T EVERYONE BE LIKE SARA LEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And i want to go back to church, i really do. I miss the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AND MOST OF ALL I MISS GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chinese sucks btw, so much homework, so little time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SO LITTLE TIME SO MUCH TO DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115917689045276855?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115917689045276855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115917689045276855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115917689045276855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115917689045276855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/09/source-of-complete-irrationality.html' title='The Source [Of complete Irrationality]'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115893424339043807</id><published>2006-09-22T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T07:10:44.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio Battery: 0%</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm dying, dying of the endless strings of tests and lectures. I'm sure TK's trying to murder us. Anyway, lack of updates=&gt; no time. SIGH, i want to be young and ignorant again. Anyway, i felt awfully nauseous today on the bus, probably motion sickness, Cheryl had it too, oh and i played basketball with Cheryl [Lim] today. Was fun, though i started to lose my mojo and kept missing, lol. This past week has been pretty eventful i guess. But everything's speeding up and slowing down [lessons that drag on.. you get my idea] a little hard to catch whats really going on. Anyway, i asked  Wan Fong to be unofficial bodyguard, lol, for reasons only the ppl playing b-ball this morning will knw. I'm being quite crappy, so don't take anything i write seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh i can finally read tabs, i took an online lesson, unbelievable. Nick tried teaching me, but unfortunately, my processor had a hard time understanding, so i just went 'Yeah... Uh huh... ok'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I remembered that Nette brought her neoprints to school today. She mentioned that neoprints were so 'passe' which is quite true. I think they're quite tacky. Anyway she's got an awesome collection that would probably stretch to as far as the moon [i'm exaggerating]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm bored, horrendously bored, actually i'm not. I'm just making that statement for the pure enjoyment of it. Not that i'm i'm really enjoying myself of course. OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Heather shall stop rambling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Heather's tired and wants to have her share of fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Heather's gonna faiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillllll Chem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why am i referring to myself in the third-person???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115893424339043807?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115893424339043807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115893424339043807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115893424339043807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115893424339043807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/09/bio-battery-0.html' title='Bio Battery: 0%'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115832825978071215</id><published>2006-09-15T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T06:50:59.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This post 101, how cool, like 101 dalmations. Ok i'll tell you 10+1 things about me you probably don't [and really shoudn't] know about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm.. oh yes, i used to be in CHIJ Katong Convent till i transferred in Pri 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a bladder problem [not proven up to this point], but i know i do, cause i peed in my pants b4, in sec 1[i couldn't reach home in time]!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I cry a lot when watching soppy shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;If girls MUST be able to multi-task, i'm not a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hated pink until sec 2 and started wearing skirts only in sec 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a allergy, a fatal allergy to be exact [i think i mentioned this b4!], don't feed me traditional chinese herbal medicine OR broad beans, they'll kill me [plus a rather long list of medicine]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I used to be short, i was one of the shortest kids in Pri 1 or 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't eat fruits and vegetables and have NEVER, emphasis on never, eaten Lobster or any other forms of seafood before [besides crab, prawn and fish], not even abalone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I used to have incredibly short hair, the type that you could put a bowl over and cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I always wanted to be Superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I really love all my friends and my family though i never actually ever plucked up the courage to mention it [so now you knw (:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yes anyway, Deja Vu [eh i forgot the spelling] is the word of the day. If you watch Smallville you would know. I cried till my eyes swelled when i thought Lana died.Anyway i must be really nuts to listen to the Les Choristes Soundtrack, WHILE, doing Chinese HW. AND i though i couldn't multi-task! This few days had been a blast! I miss Nette and Jing Yi though. Wonder if they're sleeping cause i sure would love to call them. Oh but unfortunately, my phone's down for the count. After several times it ricocheting of the floor, it finally gave in and collapsed [how drama!] lol. Oh and the funniest thing now is that Ian made Pokemon seem cool. GOD, we were even discussing it in class! How weird is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, i gtg try and do something. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;To all the sick people around me, lol, GET WELL SOON!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115832825978071215?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115832825978071215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115832825978071215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115832825978071215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115832825978071215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/09/post-101.html' title='Post 101'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115813896032389372</id><published>2006-09-13T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T02:16:00.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOCUS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The key to scoring good grades. MUST FOCUS. Mustn get distracted by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;People who i'm terrified of [refer to my post about my irrational fear]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Missing my teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thinking too much about how much i wanna get 7 A1s when i really should be using the time studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My extreme paranoia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My obsession with my guitar which i MUST play every day [i really should stop, huh?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My potential singing career [lol, i'm jking] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Blogging and chatting, which i'm doing right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yes, gaming, i know it's silly, esp since i'm a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;How the stupid things i do is gonna set a domino-like effect and be to my disadvantage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes that's a rather long list, and i'm quite sure it's longer than that. Anwyay apologies for not blogging as often as i should. Even though it WAS the holidays and i only stepped out of the house 3 times ONLY. Oh and i hope i don't fall sick. That will be horrid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh today was fairly fine. Wednesday's are much less hectic. Early this morning i was in quite a fluster. Apparently, i had forgotten to do my &lt;strong&gt;Chinese hw&lt;/strong&gt; and i wasn't sure of the deadline. So i went around asking people, first&lt;strong&gt; Selena&lt;/strong&gt;, then &lt;strong&gt;Sophia&lt;/strong&gt;, then &lt;strong&gt;Janice&lt;/strong&gt;, then &lt;strong&gt;Xiang Yu&lt;/strong&gt;, then &lt;strong&gt;Wei Liang&lt;/strong&gt;, I got different answers which really got me confused so i had no idea what to do. In the end i decided i'll hand it up tmr. Oh and today in&lt;strong&gt; E Math&lt;/strong&gt;, i started singing &lt;strong&gt;Colllide&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Edward &lt;/strong&gt;was like 'Shhhh... Stop singing, your singing's horrendous...' [in his usual way of speaking which is quite incoherent, i tell you, tt guy has a perpetual speech problem] He was saying stuff about my singing, then &lt;strong&gt;Ms Tan&lt;/strong&gt; said something like, I like your singing, keep on singing [she  most likely said tt to annoy &lt;strong&gt;Edward&lt;/strong&gt; not anything else], anyway Edward mentioned &lt;strong&gt;Singapore Idol&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ms Tan&lt;/strong&gt; was like 'Singapore Idol S-U-C-K-S' [she quite literally spelt it out] then &lt;strong&gt;Edward&lt;/strong&gt; said 'That's why she should join, cause her singing sucks'. After that i was trying my darndest not to laugh. OH the drama that could go on in the classroom is quite frankly never contemplated on [or is it about?]. Oh and i'm not in anyway insinuating my singing's fantastic. Wait, if i mentioned that sentence won't it make me sound egoistic? Argh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i gotta go mug, in the words of many, this is gonna be a MUG-A-THON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Good luck to the ALL the SEC 4S!!! Don't get TOO stressed k? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115813896032389372?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115813896032389372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115813896032389372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115813896032389372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115813896032389372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/09/focus.html' title='FOCUS!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115735023389213931</id><published>2006-09-03T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:10:33.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The dawn is breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;A light shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You're barely waking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm tangled up in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah I'm open, you're closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Where I follow, you'll go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I worry I won't see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Light up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I somehow find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm quiet you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You make a first impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've found I'm scared to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; I'm always on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even the stars refuse to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Out of the back you fall in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I somehow find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't stop here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I lost my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm close behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Out of the doubt that fills your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You finally find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You finally find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You finally find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Collide-Howie Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, my mum just called to tell us Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin died. I can't help but feel sad, especially for his wife and his daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Did i mention e-learning stinks. It does, it does! Doing comprehension on the computer sucks. It makes you cry from scrolling to up and down to look for the answers. I KNOW! Print it out. Lol, anyway sorry for not blogging so long, been busy doing stupid stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;FINALLY! lvl 20, hee hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115735023389213931?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115735023389213931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115735023389213931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115735023389213931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115735023389213931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/09/collide.html' title='Collide'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115659320349567070</id><published>2006-08-26T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T04:53:23.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogawards</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Brilliant isn't it. How Amirul comes up with all these. Seriously, that boy has tons of creativity swirling in his head. Hang on, i just realise that my recent posts revolve around Amirul, odd. Lol, anyway i support that, i mean common folk like us should at least be given a fighting chance. The fact that the blogging system in Singapore is really rigid. Don't get what i mean? I mean people like Xia Xue, who half the time blog about her partying lifestyle, and once in a blue moon, rants randomly about how she's paid to blog, so she HAS TO blog. I think that people like Amirul should be given more publicity, honestly, Amirul's blog is really interesting. At least it tackles certain issues that we all can relate to. Lol, anyway, the nominations end next week so TKsians, GO NOMINATE![www.devil-morgue.blogspot.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway today had a pretty rough day. Was filled with lethargy throughout, felt everything move around me pretty sluggishly. I went to the Vil'age [previously known as Marche] for a party. Was pretty cool in a sense cause we all were given a $40 budget. I ate a lot i tell you. Thank goodness, i decided to wear loose-fitting clothes, also cause i was starting to balloon after all the regular lunching trips. I was trying to hold a proper French conversation with my brother but he just won't co-operate!! I'll give you an example&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: "Comment t'apelles tu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Brandon: "Ahhhh, *mumbles incoherently* Je m'apelle Brandon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: "Comment ca s'ecrit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Brandon: " Do i really have to do this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;*i smack my brother*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Brandon: "Okok, ca s'ecrit B-R-A-N-D-O-N"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that was the end of the coversation after which he promptly ran off to stuff himself with more food. Lol, it was quite hilarious, seeing as both me and my lil brother had any practice with our French since our French teacher absconded with our money. Lol. But the ambience of the restaurant did make me wish i had learnt more French.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway i do realise that i screwed up my last post,  the whole thing's in a mess i know. And i think i missed a GBing session with the TK ppl. I was busy trying to lvl up in Maple, which unfortunately has become my new obsession. Ok so i'm gonna go play Maple now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quel est votre numero de telephone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;[What's your phone number in French, good line don't you think?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115659320349567070?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115659320349567070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115659320349567070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115659320349567070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115659320349567070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/08/blogawards.html' title='Blogawards'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115652401786864372</id><published>2006-08-25T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T09:43:22.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bogus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok i either day bogus when it's incredibly&lt;br /&gt;incredulous, or incredibly stupid. But in this case, incredulous, Check this&lt;br /&gt;out, i was doing a random search and guess what i found... Someone nominated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://devil-morgue.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://devil-morgue.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; [no&lt;br /&gt;prizes for guessing who's blog] on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://asiapundit.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://asiapundit.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; as&lt;br /&gt;Best&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Blog. Awesomely bogus. Either Amirul himself posted the comment&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;he really didn't, lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jonny Says: June 16th, 2006 at 8:31 am Erm..I&lt;br /&gt;nominate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://devil-morgue.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://devil-morgue.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;think we should give kudos to this kid because no one else in the blogging&lt;br /&gt;world&lt;br /&gt;capturesthe life of a student, the ones that we forgot a long time&lt;br /&gt;ago, more&lt;br /&gt;than this kid does. Allthe stress, the friends and all that?&lt;br /&gt;He&lt;br /&gt;manages to&lt;br /&gt;do&lt;br /&gt;that in the blog! And he’s 14. Can you believe&lt;br /&gt;it?&lt;br /&gt;So I&lt;br /&gt;hope, at least,&lt;br /&gt;you may&lt;br /&gt;give some respect this kid&lt;br /&gt;deserves as&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;blogger! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awesome! Go to &lt;a href="http://search.com"&gt;http://search.com&lt;/a&gt; and give it a try! Lol. Anyway Mrs&lt;br /&gt;Poon gave me a lousy mark for English,&lt;br /&gt;22/30!!! I&lt;br /&gt;was quite annoyed, because i&lt;br /&gt;changed my style of writing&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;suit Ms Puja but&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Poon doesn't like it, WHAT&lt;br /&gt;AM I SUPPOSED TO&lt;br /&gt;DO! The&lt;br /&gt;weirdest is that,&lt;br /&gt;Nick said that Mrs Poon compared me to Ian.&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Ian is&lt;br /&gt;like the Grand Master&lt;br /&gt;of English! How am i supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;compared to&lt;br /&gt;him. Did i mention i got an&lt;br /&gt;A for Chinese, wickedly&lt;br /&gt;bogus. Let me&lt;br /&gt;see,&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... OH on Wednesday, Guo Xi&lt;br /&gt;made a major faux&lt;br /&gt;pas. I think you gotta&lt;br /&gt;find that one out yourself. Kinda&lt;br /&gt;embarrassing to&lt;br /&gt;post it, lol. Thursday&lt;br /&gt;went&lt;br /&gt;out with Nick, Ivor, Wan Fong,&lt;br /&gt;Jing Yi,&lt;br /&gt;Ian and Edward to Sakae&lt;br /&gt;Sushi there. We&lt;br /&gt;ate buffet and boy can&lt;br /&gt;Edward eat, i watched in&lt;br /&gt;tremendous horror as he gulped&lt;br /&gt;down the&lt;br /&gt;food! I was&lt;br /&gt;kinda afraid he&lt;br /&gt;might choke. Towards the end, i was forcing&lt;br /&gt;myself to eat&lt;br /&gt;the Sushi. The&lt;br /&gt;conveyor belt was just bringing the&lt;br /&gt;same food all&lt;br /&gt;over again,&lt;br /&gt;boring!&lt;br /&gt;AND Edward thinks that the green&lt;br /&gt;beans stuff aren't fit for&lt;br /&gt;human&lt;br /&gt;consumption! It was quite funny seeeing&lt;br /&gt;his reaction each time a plate of&lt;br /&gt;green beans passed. Ahh yes, did i mention&lt;br /&gt;that Jing Yi has quite a&lt;br /&gt;voracious&lt;br /&gt;appetite. For starters, she could eat&lt;br /&gt;more than Wan Fong and&lt;br /&gt;me,&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i&lt;br /&gt;was greedy! Lol, and&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, i would've&lt;br /&gt;assumed that&lt;br /&gt;Wan Fong was the type&lt;br /&gt;who&lt;br /&gt;could eat truckloads, but she&lt;br /&gt;didn't! On the&lt;br /&gt;otherhand, Nick, Ivor,&lt;br /&gt;Edward,&lt;br /&gt;stuffed their faces full!&lt;br /&gt;Oh we also met&lt;br /&gt;Lemuel and&lt;br /&gt;this guy friend that was with him and Amirul&lt;br /&gt;whilst eating our&lt;br /&gt;sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Is there anything else to write? Hmm..i doubt so,&lt;br /&gt;feels like i'm forgetting something though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&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/17753835-115652401786864372?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115652401786864372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115652401786864372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115652401786864372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115652401786864372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/08/bogus.html' title='Bogus!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115591545313528933</id><published>2006-08-18T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T08:37:33.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovering Blister</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;A recovering blister is awfully gross.. Not only does it hurt, it's like white in colour as well.. Anyway, i forgot to wish&lt;strong&gt; Lynette to Get Well Soon&lt;/strong&gt;!!! She has aseptic tonsils [???] or something like that, highly contagious! Oh and i wanna watch &lt;strong&gt;Tristan and Isolde&lt;/strong&gt;! It's like &lt;strong&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/strong&gt;, haha, forbidden love, i think... Oh and today, &lt;strong&gt;Ms Puja&lt;/strong&gt; showed my &lt;strong&gt;Level Test Summary&lt;/strong&gt; to the whole AG!! I was a little embarrassed, but i'm happy i got 21/25, which means i passed overall!!! [I failed compre you see, 10/25]. But i can't get complacent, which i always do. Oh can i say that &lt;strong&gt;Ms Puja's&lt;/strong&gt; moodswings are way intense. When she's nice, she's really nice, when she's in a foul mood, can every one say "Atomic Bomb"?? And &lt;strong&gt;Yong Jie&lt;/strong&gt; was super blur today, he nearly asked &lt;strong&gt;Ms Puja&lt;/strong&gt; about our CT Compos [actually he did blurt it out], everyone was shushing him! It was quite hilarious, cause we all didn't want to get blasted again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and i'm getting fat! If you're &lt;strong&gt;1.66 m&lt;/strong&gt; and around &lt;strong&gt;58-60 kg&lt;/strong&gt;, you know you're overweight. I dunno how i gained so much weight! Must be all the snacking, or could be musle mass [i highly doubt so]. Must eat less! Not go on a diet, cause i know i'm not disciplined enough, but don't eat when i'm just feeling peckish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And comment on &lt;strong&gt;Amirul's&lt;/strong&gt; post, IT'S TRUE! &lt;strong&gt;Joakim&lt;/strong&gt; sux [sorry &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt;], honestly, i need to get some heavy duty ear plugs before my ear drums are permanently damaged. Seriously, i think &lt;strong&gt;Singapore&lt;/strong&gt; has the most retarded voting system, i mean this is a SINGING COMPETITION! Go join some model competition if you want to showcase your looks! I don't think &lt;strong&gt;Paul&lt;/strong&gt; [sorry &lt;strong&gt;Lim Pon&lt;/strong&gt;]can sing well either. He just has a personality, that's all, which is starting to get old. Oh and as for &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine Tye&lt;/strong&gt;, let's put it this way, she better choose songs that complement her voice! But i guess performing in front of National TV can get to anyone, so it's a lil difficult to judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Random Fact: I have a fatal drug allergy. My blood vessels rupture if i eat some foodstuff and it leads to death&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now everyone knows how to kill me, lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115591545313528933?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115591545313528933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115591545313528933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115591545313528933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115591545313528933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/08/recovering-blister.html' title='Recovering Blister'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115589394079392922</id><published>2006-08-18T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T02:39:00.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irrational Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Like&lt;strong&gt; Amirul&lt;/strong&gt; said, i am DANG PARANOID. I have this irrational fear, i am really afraid of a particular group of people, i mean really afraid. I have no idea why but i feel inferior and EXTREMELY intimidated by them. AND the best part is, i am so afraid of them, i lose my focus. I can't be bothered to study properly now. &lt;strong&gt;Xiang&lt;/strong&gt; tells me that i'm getting bad to worse. Now i don't even care if i fail. I lose my focus on the most trivial things. &lt;strong&gt;Jillene &lt;/strong&gt;tells me i get anxious over the smallest things, which is true, i guess.. This is why i am going to go see the shrink, in case i suffer from some freaky nervous breakdown. I realise that everytime i go to &lt;strong&gt;Cafe Cartel&lt;/strong&gt;, i'm in a depressed mood. I'm always worrying about other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The last time i didn't do well for Common Test cause i had plenty of distractions. Mainly my 2 favourite teachers, so when they went, it was sort of a good thing, cause i did well for my mid-yr, mainly cause i was a lil more focused. AND NOW I'M LOSING FOCUS CAUSE OF AN IRRATIONAL FEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I sound like some mad woman. But honestly, Blogging helps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115589394079392922?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115589394079392922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115589394079392922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115589394079392922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115589394079392922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/08/irrational-fears.html' title='Irrational Fears'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115571705328856469</id><published>2006-08-16T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T01:30:53.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamey Lamey Lame Lame</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We're in the midst of failing our exams... The papers were quite tough, but &lt;strong&gt;SS&lt;/strong&gt;, i really had no time to complete, everything, &lt;strong&gt;SBQ and essay&lt;/strong&gt; was left undone. Oh and no need to mention my&lt;strong&gt; Math&lt;/strong&gt;, i'm bound to fail &lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt;, again.. &lt;strong&gt;Edward&lt;/strong&gt; loves singing the &lt;strong&gt;YMCA&lt;/strong&gt; song except it goes like this&lt;strong&gt; 'F-A-I-L...F-A-I-L..'&lt;/strong&gt; Lol, what a suitable theme song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh anyway, yesterday i got punished by &lt;strong&gt;shrek&lt;/strong&gt;.. she made me stand outside for 2 periods, cause i laughed... Blame it on &lt;strong&gt;Sophia&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Tania&lt;/strong&gt;, their sudden outburst of laughter was in fact quite hilarious, so when i saw then i started laughing too, but for no reason, but unlike them, i wasn't smart enough to cover my face with the book, so i kinda got caught, lol. Oh well, it was quite fun standing outside, but my legs were sore after a while. But oh well, i don't think i actually blame anyone for what happened to me, cause it was quite funny. Oh and we had the &lt;strong&gt;English test&lt;/strong&gt;, i'm kinda afraid of what i might get seeing as i failed my &lt;strong&gt;Level Test Compre, 10/25&lt;/strong&gt;.  Argh, anyway, i shall go take a nap and then start on &lt;strong&gt;A Math&lt;/strong&gt;, doubt i'll understand sets though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115571705328856469?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115571705328856469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115571705328856469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115571705328856469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115571705328856469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/08/lamey-lamey-lame-lame.html' title='Lamey Lamey Lame Lame'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115546756467713196</id><published>2006-08-13T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T04:12:44.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;That's the time i slept this morning. ARGH! I am soo tired, and it doesn't help that i'm trying to study. Anyway yesterday went to Dominic's B-Day Party, was a little lame tho... We went to Seoul Garden and spent half the time figuring out if the food was cooked, im surprised i didn't get food poisoning. Then we went to Sara's house and kinda messed around for a while, i ate a lot of doughnuts and a curry puff, then later we had pizza, the cheesy bite one... Oh and did i mention i watched Domino. GOSH, i could've died, it was rated M18, but i still conitinued watching, which was a HUGE mistake. There were nude scenes! And excessice explicit language.. ok you get what i meant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I HATE GAMBLING! That wasn't random, that was for real.. i do.. Because my parents decided to play Mahjong until 3 am and they lost $270... it kinda pissed me off, i mean that kinda money can be put to better use you knw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115546756467713196?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115546756467713196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115546756467713196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115546756467713196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115546756467713196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/08/4-am.html' title='4 AM'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115529263625866435</id><published>2006-08-11T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T03:37:16.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REMIND ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;NEVER EVER TO LEAVE MY LAPTOP ON AT MUNSHI'S BLOGPAGE WHERE MY ANNOYING BROTHER CAN NAVIGATE TO OTHER PEOPLE'S BLOG. GOD! I am so pissed now... SO SO SO, ARGH... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway today sucked, i hate Chinese, i hate it, i hate it, and NO ONE understands SHREK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok.. im cranky, i studied a little just now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and people, i'm a dim-witted person, please don't make me guess if you're being sarcastic or something, cause i won't be able to figure it out :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE PLEASE LET ME VENT MY ANGER... I'll be ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115529263625866435?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115529263625866435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115529263625866435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115529263625866435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115529263625866435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/08/remind-me.html' title='REMIND ME!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115520481181371649</id><published>2006-08-10T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T03:13:31.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kryptoniter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This post is dedicated to my GB character: Kryptoniter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha, ok, i'm just plain bored.. i wanted to take pictures of the rest but nobody's online now, xcept for Kitson. Photobucket's taking an extremely long time uploading my pictures. Oh and you knw the best part.. i said i would study, but i didn't X). I knew i wouldn't stick to the plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presenting, me when i got a Knight:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n155/funny_monkey_h20/18b11e46.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, in my favourite bot:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n155/funny_monkey_h20/b7bb6210.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and this is not me but i just wanted to show you all, cause it's really funny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Presenting, Harry Potter!!!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n155/funny_monkey_h20/442d7893.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i know i'm lame, im soo sorry ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;haha, when i get screenshots of the rest i'll show you ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115520481181371649?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115520481181371649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115520481181371649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115520481181371649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115520481181371649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/08/kryptoniter.html' title='Kryptoniter'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115518198910010386</id><published>2006-08-10T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:53:21.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo Drift</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just watched &lt;strong&gt;Fast &amp; Furious: Tokyo Drift&lt;/strong&gt;, gee, this must be the best one out of all. Gosh and this will be the first post ever in which i'll post pictures, HAHA, X).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n155/funny_monkey_h20/FastFuriousTokyoDrift.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yup that's the poster, you should see the cars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D.K.'s '02 Nissan Fairlady 350Z&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n155/funny_monkey_h20/FastFuriousTokyoDriftCar.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morimoto's '02 Nissan Fairlady 350Z, this one's the same as the above, different design tho..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n155/funny_monkey_h20/FastFuriousTokyoDriftCar4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sean's '06 Mitsubishi EVO 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n155/funny_monkey_h20/FastFuriousTokyoDriftCar2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neela's '06 Mazda RX8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n155/funny_monkey_h20/FastFuriousTokyoDriftCar3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and the guy below is Sean [Lucas Black], and the girl Neela [Nathalie Kelley].. The girl's realy pretty but most of the photo's don't do her justice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n155/funny_monkey_h20/NathalieandLucas.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n155/funny_monkey_h20/LucasandNathalie.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's one of her...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n155/funny_monkey_h20/NathalieKelley.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... and him fighting with D.K&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n155/funny_monkey_h20/LucasandBrian-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Gosh, so many photos, X). Anyway i got all of the photos from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1808715999/photo/stills"&gt;http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1808715999/photo/stills&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, i gotta go study soon. SHUCKS... i wish we didn't hafta. But first a little GB X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115518198910010386?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115518198910010386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115518198910010386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115518198910010386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115518198910010386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/08/tokyo-drift.html' title='Tokyo Drift'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115504756606510269</id><published>2006-08-08T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T07:32:46.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am quite sad today, firstly cause we didn't make as much as expected, and i really wanted more money to go to charity. Secondly, i have a horrid social life, i'm bad at making friends, my life depends on MSN, [refer to previous post, i think]. Thirdly, i wish i didn't do some things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahh well, anyway, went out with &lt;strong&gt;Munshi, Cheryl [Koh] and Jillene&lt;/strong&gt;, we went &lt;strong&gt;PP&lt;/strong&gt; to eat. We went to &lt;strong&gt;Yoshinoya&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Cheryl Koh&lt;/strong&gt; called it &lt;strong&gt;Yoshi &lt;/strong&gt;so i was like  'huh?' but i agreed to go anw. So i ordered &lt;strong&gt;Teriyaki Chicken&lt;/strong&gt; while &lt;strong&gt;Munshi&lt;/strong&gt; obsessed over &lt;strong&gt;Teddy&lt;/strong&gt;... It was really funny though, i doubt i've seen anyone tt happy or gigglish about a guy. Anyone afterwards &lt;strong&gt;Munshi&lt;/strong&gt; left and the remaining 3 of us went to MPH where we met,&lt;strong&gt; Xiao Xuan&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;SELENA&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Who's supposed to be quarantined at home, cause she has &lt;strong&gt;HFM Disease&lt;/strong&gt;, like i told the rest i'm telling you now, she's bound to cause a mass epidemic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh did i mention we had one of those mass party games, where the girls would team up against the boys in&lt;strong&gt; Gunbound&lt;/strong&gt;. On my team, i had&lt;strong&gt; Linda&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Michelle Aw&lt;/strong&gt; and this weird guy, on the other team was&lt;strong&gt; CS&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; Lemuel&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Nikki&lt;/strong&gt; [i'm not sure] and &lt;strong&gt;Sophia&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm always the one who gets killed, cause i'm no good at the game. The first game i got killed by &lt;strong&gt;Sophia&lt;/strong&gt;, the Second game i got killed by errr...&lt;strong&gt; CS&lt;/strong&gt;, ya and then the whole thing ended. OH yes, which reminds me, &lt;strong&gt;Cheryl Tan&lt;/strong&gt; told me something incredibly funny, you knw &lt;strong&gt;CS&lt;/strong&gt; said he didn't like flowers and shoved it into &lt;strong&gt;Sara's &lt;/strong&gt;hand, OMGee SO FUNNY! Which guy does that?! Oh and &lt;strong&gt;Nette&lt;/strong&gt; was a really good emcee today, plus &lt;strong&gt;Natasha&lt;/strong&gt; looked kinda funny in her costume, but altogether, one of the better &lt;strong&gt;National Day&lt;/strong&gt; celebrations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, and it's confirmed, i AM paranoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo &lt;strong&gt;Heather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;[Gee, i'm talking about GB too much, aren't i.. This must be my new obsession, lol]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115504756606510269?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115504756606510269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115504756606510269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115504756606510269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115504756606510269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/08/sad_08.html' title='Sad?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115504584436362781</id><published>2006-08-08T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T07:04:04.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115504584436362781?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115504584436362781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115504584436362781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115504584436362781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115504584436362781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/08/sad.html' title='Sad?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115494939368785657</id><published>2006-08-07T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T04:16:33.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH! [word of the day]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm teachin Redox to Selena online, goodness, the poor girl's down with Hand Food and Mouth disease. Anyway, today was kinda sucky. I'm faling behind in Chemistry, i'm sick of Chinese class and Shrek. Not to mention i caught Ms Puja in a bad mood and got blasted for not bringing my homework [blasted's exaggerating, but you get what i mean]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Argh, thank God tmr's just the Bazaar, if not i would probably die, and now i can't even go play GB cause my mum forbids it, I'M TREATED LIKE A LITTLE KID! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115494939368785657?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115494939368785657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115494939368785657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115494939368785657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115494939368785657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/08/argh-word-of-day.html' title='ARGH! [word of the day]'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115479300773555418</id><published>2006-08-05T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:50:07.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superficiality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You knw, i never really put much thought into it until, someone mentioned it. MSN Messenger is actually an extremely bad way of conversing. Firstly, LOL don't actually mean LOL anymore. Secondly, sometimes you don't knw if the person on the opposite end's utterly bored or actually enjoying the convo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So it's really superificlal in a sense, cause you really have no idea if people on the opposite end have some extremely devious plan up their sleeves, or if they really want to talk to you or they feel obliged to you. AND the best part is, you can't tell the good from the bad in such cases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah well.. i'm in one of my cranky moods [its nearing 12 am!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel whoozy and right now Munshi's telling me to go sleep or i might fall sick. I haven't heard of anyone falling sick spending 9 hrs on the com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ah well.. better safe than sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;[2 posts in a day, what an acheivement!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115479300773555418?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115479300773555418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115479300773555418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115479300773555418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115479300773555418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/08/superficiality.html' title='Superficiality'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115476864831369442</id><published>2006-08-05T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T02:04:08.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Machine Gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Shoot me down with a gun. I said &lt;em&gt;LAH&lt;/em&gt; during my english oral and went rat-ta-tat-tat while reading the passage, and i was so nervous, I FORGOT ABOUT VOCAB. English oral just isn't my forte. Anyway it was quite a nice day, most of the time my day gets ruined, but today's a nice day, hopefully it'll continue, actually, God's given me a lot of good days, jsut that i dunno how to appreciate them. Oh anyway, saw Haniel's new haircut, gosh, i actually think he looks quite good [but he's still a raving mad lunatic]. Almost made a big hoo-ha in the library cause&lt;strong&gt; Nicholas&lt;/strong&gt; left me to play GB all alone. OH and nearly screamed too, &lt;strong&gt;Jing Yi&lt;/strong&gt; told me that &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lim&lt;/strong&gt; was in&lt;strong&gt; 4C&lt;/strong&gt; and i thought i heard wrongly i was like &lt;em&gt;'What?!'&lt;/em&gt;, but i didn't so i went to &lt;strong&gt;4C &lt;/strong&gt;after my oral and talked to &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lim.&lt;/strong&gt; It was nice finally seeing her after a long while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and me,&lt;strong&gt; Nette&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;WF&lt;/strong&gt;, went to meet &lt;strong&gt;Nick&lt;/strong&gt; at Katong. We sat around for a while before &lt;strong&gt;Nette&lt;/strong&gt; took off with her darling &lt;strong&gt;Leo&lt;/strong&gt;, and left me, &lt;strong&gt;Fong&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Nick &lt;/strong&gt;alone. We 3 decided to take a detour to &lt;strong&gt;Roxy Sq&lt;/strong&gt; and get some bubble tea and unfortunately for me the coffee i drank was starting to act up so i had to go to the toilet, and then being the mad-hatter i am, ordered &lt;em&gt;Chocolate Bubble Tea&lt;/em&gt; [i still prefer &lt;em&gt;Oreo+Coffee bubble tea&lt;/em&gt;]. I was so bloated with water! Then &lt;strong&gt;WF&lt;/strong&gt; walked to &lt;strong&gt;Imee's house&lt;/strong&gt; [or something like tt] while&lt;strong&gt; Nick&lt;/strong&gt; went to &lt;strong&gt;Katong&lt;/strong&gt; to play &lt;em&gt;LAN&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So tt was my day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Boring, yes i know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Unless you want me to write something scandalous and get expelled for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;haha...OK.. this is getting lame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo &lt;strong&gt;Heather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115476864831369442?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115476864831369442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115476864831369442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115476864831369442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115476864831369442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/08/machine-gun.html' title='Machine Gun'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115468767794823711</id><published>2006-08-04T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T03:34:37.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualitative Analysis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate this chapter, cause of the practicals, i suck at practicals! I have a problem keeping up. Oh and today was horrible in a sense. Morning we got a lecture from the Principal about blogging, saying something about expletives, not mentioning racism and all tt stuff, and she mentioned we must as well not have a blog! I mean blogging is about the freedom of speech! And then i had 2 periods of chinese, i really don't like Shrek, i really don't! I try to run away from her every morning, cause i do not want to be anywhere near her, it gives me the creeps. Oh and did i mention she wears the same thing 2 days in a row?! How yucky!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh anyway i was bored in the toilet so i came up with an analysis of all the classes, don't worry nothing bad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3A&lt;/strong&gt;: supposedly the smartest class, but i rarely see them around!! Maybe cause i run around too much, but i think Bio's a cool subject to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3B&lt;/strong&gt;: really friendly and nice class, smart... heard they broke a window today though, OH and they were cleaning cars today for charity! &lt;strong&gt;Sophia &lt;/strong&gt;actually asked me if i had a car for them to wash, um.. right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3C&lt;/strong&gt;: 3 Champions, haha, they're great at sports, and they're nice. They're not doing anything for Bazaar cause the last time Song Dedication was proposed, seriously detrimental damage was done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3D&lt;/strong&gt;: um.. not really sure what to say about them cause they're quite low profile. But i guess they're nice- in a quiet way, oh and &lt;strong&gt;Cherie's&lt;/strong&gt; so close to &lt;strong&gt;Amirul&lt;/strong&gt;, i keep thinking she's in &lt;strong&gt;3B&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3E&lt;/strong&gt; [my class]: EXTREMELY NOISY. The noisiest class ever! Haha, the guys are nice lahh, most of them anyway, some are just plain outstanding [no need for me to tell you who]. Mostly made up of &lt;strong&gt;2E&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;2F&lt;/strong&gt; people from last yr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3F&lt;/strong&gt;: The smallest class! Some teachers always miss them during assembly, cause their line is like really short! I'm not sure what to say about them too, even though they're just nxt door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3G&lt;/strong&gt;: They have &lt;strong&gt;Ms Wang&lt;/strong&gt; as their form tcher, whaddya think? They're nice, noisy, and a real fun class. Heard &lt;strong&gt;Munshi&lt;/strong&gt; screamed at &lt;strong&gt;Kelvin and Heniel&lt;/strong&gt; so much so the whole block heard... WAY COOL! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3H&lt;/strong&gt;: AH-HA, another fun [and noisy] class. This one a little more mischievious though, but really friendly, i find their class quite united. Oh and this weird guy keeps saying hello to me even tho i dunno him at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3J &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm so sorry, but i knw little about these 2 classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok,  i might be wrong about the classes, but from my point of view that's what the classes seem to be, soo don't take me seriously. I get quite bored sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and  i'm really excited about tonight, basically cause there's a mass gathering of ppl i knw playing&lt;strong&gt; GB&lt;/strong&gt; and there's &lt;strong&gt;SMALLVILLE&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i'm hungry, again.. it seems like half the time i'm signing off cause i'm hungry! Oh gotta find a new skin. &lt;strong&gt;Selena&lt;/strong&gt; get better ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S seriously, seriously, don't take this post seriously? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115468767794823711?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115468767794823711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115468767794823711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115468767794823711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115468767794823711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/08/qualitative-analysis.html' title='Qualitative Analysis'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115451326471633795</id><published>2006-08-02T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T03:07:44.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunbound</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok i thought that no one my age besides me actually plays &lt;strong&gt;Gunbound&lt;/strong&gt;, but i was pleasantly surprised when i found out how many people actually plays it. Well basically these are the people that i've found out plays &lt;strong&gt;Gunbound&lt;/strong&gt; so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keng Lai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wan Fong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yi Feng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paulina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim Pon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicholas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kitson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;um... ah yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lemuel&lt;/strong&gt; [don't really know him though]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle Aw &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sophia&lt;/strong&gt; [unexpectedly]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You see that list, God, i didn't know so many people played and i bet you there's more, except i can't really remember now. I suffer from &lt;strong&gt;STM&lt;/strong&gt; remember? Oh anyway, this week's been exhausting, i can barely keep up. I kinda messed up my &lt;strong&gt;Chem &lt;/strong&gt;practicals [as well as my tests]. I tried ponning assembly today but we had &lt;strong&gt;Planet Crush&lt;/strong&gt; which honestly was quite lame. They were teaching us how to blog [??]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't draw to save my life, haha, just a random fact. But seriously, &lt;strong&gt;Mrs Yeo&lt;/strong&gt; put me in charge of publicity for the bazaar, like &lt;strong&gt;SOS&lt;/strong&gt;?? Actually it should be &lt;strong&gt;SMS &lt;/strong&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ave &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;y &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;oul] cause technically, &lt;strong&gt;SOS&lt;/strong&gt; means '&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ave &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;ur &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ouls'. AHHH, what am i blabbering about!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahh never mind... I'm just &lt;strong&gt;EEB&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;xtremely, &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;xtremely &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;ored], which is &lt;strong&gt;QEA&lt;/strong&gt; [instead of &lt;strong&gt;QED&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;uite &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;asily &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;chieved]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm getting lamer as i progress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry for the updates! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo &lt;strong&gt;Heather &lt;/strong&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115451326471633795?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115451326471633795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115451326471633795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115451326471633795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115451326471633795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/08/gunbound.html' title='Gunbound'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115408366285880597</id><published>2006-07-28T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T03:47:42.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>huan bao?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I soo didn't understand the qtn, thank God, without me asking the teacher told me what it meant, it meant bao hu huan jing, OR something like that, i'm kinda screwed tho, i'm utterly off point. The teacher said i spoke well and said something about me being more forceful [?]. But ok lah, not so bad, cause i was quite nervous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;OH and my mum super crazy yest, made me clean the toilet cause i forgot to flush... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Did i mention this week's SUPER draggy... I was so sleepy throughout, i had to slap myself during &lt;strong&gt;Chemistry&lt;/strong&gt; to wake myself up, speaking of &lt;strong&gt;Chem&lt;/strong&gt;, i did badly, i only got what, a &lt;strong&gt;B3 and A2&lt;/strong&gt;, really not up to par.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;OHHH, I REMEMBERED! &lt;strong&gt;Guo Xi's&lt;/strong&gt; heartbroken, &lt;strong&gt;Terence&lt;/strong&gt; told him &lt;strong&gt;Ms Koh&lt;/strong&gt; was getting married to a banker or something, and&lt;strong&gt; Ms Goh&lt;/strong&gt; just confirmed it when she said, 'How you know?'. What a giveaway! But seriously, i was kinda surprised but am happy for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;AND... i'm probably the worst friend on earth [not only today hor...].I never listen, and i have NO IDEA how to console a friend, sometimes i make it worse and i throw fits which are really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;One more thing, things happen when you least expected it,&lt;strong&gt; Samantha&lt;/strong&gt; said it was some kinda law, which is quite true, cause it does happen, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok... seriously one last thing, last week &lt;strong&gt;Smallville&lt;/strong&gt; episode &lt;strong&gt;Aqua&lt;/strong&gt;, totally rocked, i mean &lt;strong&gt;Arthur Curry [aka AC aka Aquaman]&lt;/strong&gt; is soo hot! Even my mum thinks so, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;OKOK, i better go, my stomach ain't feeling so funky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo &lt;strong&gt;Heather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. sorry for not so blogging so long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115408366285880597?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115408366285880597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115408366285880597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115408366285880597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115408366285880597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/07/huan-bao.html' title='huan bao?!?!?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115356741682816289</id><published>2006-07-22T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T04:23:36.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;No, STM isn't some kind of infectious sexually-transmitted disease that the nurse showed us displaying extremely grotesque pictures that would be eternally etched into our retinas. Its actually short term memory. Ms Lim came up with the term, and boy do i have that. I tell you half the time i have interesting things to write but i keep forgetting what they are, maybe this pounding headache i'm getting ain't doing much to help me remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway i can't believe i woke up at 5 on a Saturday morning, its outrageously ridiculous. The only time you wake up tt early is on a week day! Oh and the walk was really long, at least for me. I couldn't exactly run because i needed the toilet quite urgently and if i did run... you know how the story goes. Xiang and Janice as usual got top spots in the competition, if it were me, i would've dropped dead. Anyway after that i went to People's Park first to get my lil bro's uniform stuff done. I crossed over to OG, Chinatown there and looked around for a while. Went to eat at the foodcourt where there were so many old people. I have no idea why, and i know it's bad but i have this thing against old people. So anyway ate fried dumpling and the xiao long bao which as usual i burnt my tongue with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway i better be going, i'm getting a real nasty headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115356741682816289?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115356741682816289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115356741682816289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115356741682816289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115356741682816289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/07/stm.html' title='STM'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115347112368001548</id><published>2006-07-21T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T01:38:43.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT! HOT! HOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese is the stinkiest subject ever, not literally of course. I HATE IT I TELL YOU!!! It doesn't help that my chinese teacher is, um..., i dunno, there's no word to describe her. BUT you know the 3B people in my class, Sophia and Bernard, calls her Shrek, haha, WHAT A NAME! But oh-so-true, oh well, i spend my mornings trying to escape from her [she takes the same bus as me you see]. Oh and today she threw a fit, and didn't go through the test with us. I had to run to and fro to do my corrections, how dumb! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and today's really hot, people can die of heat stroke, i wish Singapore had winter, then we wouldn't become roasted goats [or horses if you're born in that year]. I don't mind freezing my butt off but i think people like Jing Yi might cause she's frightfully afraid of the chills. Did i mention i finally rememebered to get my IC? Its pink! I don't like the way i look though, kinda retarded in my opinion, the person taking my photo kept asking me to smile more, and unfortunately, when i do that, grinning like an idiot from ear to ear, my eyes are reduced to slits. Oh well, never could look at least decent for photos, never will.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH YES! We have the TK golden run thingy tomorrow, which is really annoying me cause I HAVE TO WAKE UP EARLY ON A SATURDAY MORNING, A SATURDAY MORNING!!! They had better give us a haalf day of some sort of this cause im sacrificing sleep, and insufficient sleep makes me cranky and grouchy, which i don't wanna be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND, on a final note i woul like to say that not all guys are jerks [refer to my past posts]. I think that the 2E[last yr] guys are incredibly nice [actually 2E'05 is a nice and friendly class] on the otherhand, their negihbours, 2F [last yr as well] is an extremely rowdy class, no thanks to their form teachers, Mr Teo and Ms Lim. Haha, ok i shall end my post here, hopefully tmr when i get to Sim Lim square my laptop will be fixed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I might've added some of you again on MSN unintentionally, so yea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115347112368001548?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115347112368001548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115347112368001548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115347112368001548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115347112368001548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/07/hot-hot-hot.html' title='HOT! HOT! HOT!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115339393738237679</id><published>2006-07-20T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T04:12:17.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Trick Pony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can only play 2 proper songs on the guitar which reprises of the simplest chords... Em, C, G, D. Anyway sorry for not updating so long but i can't help it. Oh before i forget, Good Luck to those who had English oral, basically 3A, 3B and 3C. Mine's on Saturday, and i'm prolly gonna go all bonkers and rattle really fast, like a machine gun. Oh anyway finally got the SS project all right. Went to Cheryl's house on Tuesday to do the project. It was a really brilliant session cause we sang and talked. Oh and we harmonise well!!! Oh well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway i have come to the notion that BGR relationships ruin good friendships. Really, really ruin. After break-up plenty of awkwardness will ensue and all.. You get what i mean. You see plenty of examples in school, Ian and Lynette, um... should i name some more? I think better not, it'll be plenty embarrassing, but Ian and Nette were super high-profile, so yeah, haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and yesterday i watched this show called Somewhere in Time, a really old show. I tell you Christopher Reeves when he was young was super gorgeous and Jane Seymour [Jason Teague's mum, Genevieve Teague in Smallville] was really beautiful. But what's unfathomable is the fact that my little brother who is the least sentimental among us actually put the disc in to play. Oh and i watched Les Choristes also, translated into The Choir Boys. They can sing really well, you must listen to them, or rather watch them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115339393738237679?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115339393738237679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115339393738237679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115339393738237679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115339393738237679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-trick-pony.html' title='One Trick Pony'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115225907582963675</id><published>2006-07-07T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T00:57:59.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAYY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodness, i'm sooo happy i'm finally online. My laptop kinda blanked out on me so i couldn't use it, there's the new computer which is functions well, but my mum placed restrictions on it, so i couldn't use it to go online. FINALLY! I'm using the old computer which was a little problematic at first, but i'm just glad i get to use it. Oh anyway, the tests are piling up on us. The other day i soo forgot to bring my books home to study for Chem, but i still got A1 anyway, 29/35, so i'm quite happy, not so reassured about Physics though because its my weakest subject. Then had A Math TQ,  now that i've shifted to the front,  Ms Wang's voice just gets amplified into my ears, super loud ok. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and did i mention i have a nasty case of sore throat. I spent the whole of today writing notes to Lynette to explain what i want to say or do, it was really funny, cause my she couldn't read my handwriting, so it ended up all funny. I can't even sing! Which is really sad for me, cause i love singing! Haha, anyway, my Engrish [intentional misspelling] is getting from bad to worse. The way i write can be mistaken for a Pri Sch kid's writing, argh! I'm having a serious writing block ever since the June hols ended though i read quite a few books.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and i still don't quite like the new chinese teacher, the weird part is her name is He Siao Hua [something like that] which means she has the same name as Ms Wang, lol. Did i mention that the English enrichment classes are kinda boring. Oh well...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway gonna go enjoy the freedom of being able to surf.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smallville tonight, episode title: Mortal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEEE!!! [influenced by her royal hyperness, Selena]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115225907582963675?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115225907582963675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115225907582963675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115225907582963675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115225907582963675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/07/yayy.html' title='YAYY!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115182743766599149</id><published>2006-07-02T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T01:03:57.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TK Band RULES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We so kicked ass yesterday. Oh yes, actually TK band did. The formations were pure genius, and the music kicks major ass, they played KNOWN tunes, unlike Bowen and Deyi. Oh and Deyi are losers ok, they seem to have ripped off many stuff from our school, EVEN THE UNIFORMS! Pathetic right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;TK Band is DYNAMITE! BOOM BOOM BOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway after that went to Bugis with Jing Yi, Lynette, Cheryl Tang, Serene and Jing Han. On the way i was singing so much, especially in the dark areas! It was really fun! Oh and i got back to find my brother playing my computer without my permission, my mum actually gave him permission to go to my room and touch my laptop. I'm so freaking pissed, its an intrusion of privacy. IT'S MY ROOM!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Did i mention Smallville rocks too. FINALLY, Clark and Lana are actually in a PROPER relationship. Oh and the new opening credits and stuff kicks ass too. Can't wait for the next episode. WHEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think her Royal Hyperness, Selena's having an effect on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115182743766599149?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115182743766599149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115182743766599149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115182743766599149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115182743766599149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/07/tk-band-rules.html' title='TK Band RULES!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115165944344031291</id><published>2006-06-30T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T02:24:03.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Tyrant On The Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I H-A-T-E the new chinese teacher. She S-U-C-K-S big time. OMG... i kept wishing the fan would drop on her, or the OHP would smash her against the wall crushing her to bits. See, i'm sadistic. She's also U-B-E-R  boring. I tell you everyone's falling asleep and she catches me instead. I WAS JUST YAWNING WOMAN, JUST YAWNING!!! Doesn't mean i'm gonna fall asleep, just means im lacking in oxygen cause you deprived me of some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm getting to be lame. Anyway applied for IC today. Was really fast, about 5 minutes and we're done. Cheryl Tang tagged along and we talked about quite a few stuff. Oh and did i mention that Smallville Season 5's on Channel 5, 7.30 pm today? The more incredible story would be that Xiang likes watching Smallville, ironic, since she didn't even know who was who, must've got influenced by me, lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, i'm an awkward person who isn't very good at speaking, forgive me, yeah? I think i mentioned this b4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115165944344031291?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115165944344031291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115165944344031291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115165944344031291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115165944344031291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-tyrant-on-block.html' title='New Tyrant On The Block'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115149181360888621</id><published>2006-06-28T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T03:50:13.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoid.Demoralised.Disappointed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;That's how i felt today. Firstly, i just found out from some really honest people that my performance went horrendously. They said we were horribly out of tune... and, oh never mind. I'm kinda sad in a sense, but i shall bravely admit i can't sing, try to tell me otherwise. I'm also uber paranoid about some people. If you walk past me and i don't say anything, not even hi, means im uber scared of you and im scared of talking to you. Same if i seem to have something to say but can't say it. Oh and i'm paranoid about people hating me, dunno why. Its all in the head i guess. But i'm always such a worry wart over such stuff. Reall... i wish i wasn't, i wish i would be some think-skinned, insensitive person who didn't give a damn about such stuff, but im not... but then again that's kinda bad to be thick-skinned and insensitive, really nasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Back to my point.. i am upset over the whole talent search thing still. I'm trying to see it as my first performance, EVER, and that mistakes are bound to happen, but... Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope to be nicer and sweeter... even to the boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115149181360888621?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115149181360888621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115149181360888621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115149181360888621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115149181360888621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/06/paranoiddemoraliseddisappointed.html' title='Paranoid.Demoralised.Disappointed'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115105261868427745</id><published>2006-06-23T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T01:50:18.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I should've checked my tag board on my birthday. Anyway sorry i'm a lil late in posting, but can't help it since i have to finish the loads of HW  i have... Oh boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So i had SS project work on my birthday. Hmm.. was quite hyper, haha i remember really disturbing &lt;strong&gt;Jing Yi and Cheryl and Lynette&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;. We had&lt;strong&gt; Mcdonalds&lt;/strong&gt; for lunch, some curly fries and nuggets. Was quite full by then. Anyway after PW we went out, just our luck to miss &lt;strong&gt;Just My Luck&lt;/strong&gt; by a day, it opened on &lt;strong&gt;22 June&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyway watched &lt;strong&gt;RV&lt;/strong&gt;, quite boring in a sense, but &lt;strong&gt;Joanna 'JoJo' Levesque&lt;/strong&gt; is damn hot, and i love her voice. We moped around after that and i bought 3 sugar and chocolate-covered pastries from 4 leaves which left me pretty hyper. After that we just went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The past 2 days was quite boring. I had to finish up all my hw, not that i did it successfully, cause i had NO IDEA how to do my &lt;strong&gt;Maths&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm left with at least 5 pages worth of qtns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and i helped my mum do some chores. I helped wash the dishes, make the beds and clean the floor. She didn't ask me to do it, i just wanted to cause my mum came home everyday dog-tired and had to clean the house plus cook for us, so she slept at like midnight. So i decided to help her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway gtg find something interesting to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Replies to tags:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Chang Ling&lt;/strong&gt;: Heyy, Thanks... Haha being 15 means more responsibilities and HW!!! :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Kay;MS&lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks for the birthday wish, yeah, and don't worry, haha i end up forgetting people's birthday half the time. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Xuan&lt;/strong&gt;: Yups, i'll link you, and thanks for the birthday wish :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Selena&lt;/strong&gt;: Thank You!! Haha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm trying to make my replies as different as possible, but a lil difficult, and by now you realise i always end with a smiley or something like tt, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115105261868427745?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115105261868427745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115105261868427745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115105261868427745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115105261868427745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/06/oops.html' title='Oops..'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115080110364867681</id><published>2006-06-20T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T03:58:23.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blocked</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I spent the whole morning when i got woken up by the rain thinking why this particular person blocked me. I had my ways of knowing of course. It really made me wonder what if i offended the person or anything like tt, and i got so worried. It made me feel quite miserable to know someone's blocking me on MSN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway they got it right when they say tt Crazy Frog's the world's most annoying frog. Plus the spent loads of money to censor off his private parts. OMG. I just don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh i'm doing the SS project tmr. On my birthday to be exact. We were planning to go watch Just My Luck, i am quite excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;... No idea what to write now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115080110364867681?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115080110364867681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115080110364867681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115080110364867681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115080110364867681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/06/blocked.html' title='Blocked'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115052813054657648</id><published>2006-06-17T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:08:50.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;There are plenty of big surprises. Though i'm a lil, *ahem*, slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, firstly i just read &lt;strong&gt;Cherie's &lt;/strong&gt;blog. The girl managed to attract 2 modelling agencies to give her their namecard and all tt sorta formalities. Sweet... CONGRATS GIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Secondly, in my house sits a&lt;strong&gt; $1500&lt;/strong&gt; vacuum cleaner, the &lt;strong&gt;OSIM iEcologi&lt;/strong&gt;. My parents must be freaking bonkers to have bought it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thirdly i discovered something hilarious in this book i was reading. Its called&lt;strong&gt; Empress Orchid by Anchee Min&lt;/strong&gt;. I read it until 1 am last night... or rather morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually i typed out the whole extract, but unfortunately erased it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh what other surprises... OH yeah, my naive and stupid brother fave an unknown online gamer our home no. OMG, he needs lessons. Seriously i got so pissed with him, the boy never learns, AND my mum spoils him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and i forgot everyone else's b-day which is in this month. First was&lt;strong&gt; Nette's&lt;/strong&gt; and then it was &lt;strong&gt;Xiang Yu's&lt;/strong&gt; and then &lt;strong&gt;Cheryl [Tang],&lt;/strong&gt; argh, i might as well forget mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh and i still have loads of hw to do. Sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115052813054657648?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115052813054657648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115052813054657648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115052813054657648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115052813054657648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/06/big-surprises.html' title='Big Surprises'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115029429567203308</id><published>2006-06-14T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T07:11:41.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's The Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oooh, i loved the show. It was outrageously funny and it was good. I went to &lt;strong&gt;GV&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;Jing Yi and Cheryl [Tang]&lt;/strong&gt; and we were rushing to catch the 4.40pm show. Fortunately we weren't late. Anyway, for side-splitting laughter and a good romance MUST watch &lt;strong&gt;She's The Man&lt;/strong&gt;. It just plain rocks so much so i wanna watch it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, i feel really weird today. I feel not myself. I'm actually wanting stuff tt i never wanted before. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, i met up with &lt;strong&gt;Cheryl [big and small] and Jing Yi &lt;/strong&gt;to do the &lt;strong&gt;SS project&lt;/strong&gt;. But as i highly expected, we didn't get any work done. Instead we spent nearly half the day slacking our asses off. Of course not that i was complaining except the one time when &lt;strong&gt;Jing Yi&lt;/strong&gt; started playing &lt;strong&gt;Maple Story&lt;/strong&gt; and it was awfully lame and boring. We had to restrain her with brute force as we tried our darndest to figure how to exit the whole thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh did i mention i wanna watch &lt;strong&gt;Just My Luck&lt;/strong&gt;. It's one show which i'm highly anticipating. &lt;strong&gt;Chris Pine&lt;/strong&gt; is so hot. He was the guy &lt;strong&gt;Nicholas&lt;/strong&gt;, the guy who wanted the throne but later gave up, in &lt;strong&gt;Princess Diaries 2: The Royal Engagement&lt;/strong&gt;. This time he's acting with &lt;strong&gt;Lindsay Lohan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway i'm quite tired after the fair amount of running, plus i had to wake up early today even though i slept at 1 am. So this post will be fairly short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-115029429567203308?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115029429567203308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115029429567203308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115029429567203308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115029429567203308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/06/shes-man.html' title='She&apos;s The Man'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-115002210931300154</id><published>2006-06-11T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T03:35:46.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgot What I Wanted To Write..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, i forgot what i wanted to write. When i figured it out i'll tell you ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Right now i shall start linking other ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/17753835-115002210931300154?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115002210931300154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=115002210931300154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115002210931300154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/115002210931300154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/06/forgot-what-i-wanted-to-write_11.html' title='Forgot What I Wanted To Write..'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114977883783518915</id><published>2006-06-08T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T08:00:39.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daisy's&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;Korean &lt;/strong&gt;show, but the one i watched was dubbed in mandarin and had english subtitles that didn't make sense. It was really nice. It's abt this girl named &lt;strong&gt;Hui Ying&lt;/strong&gt; who's a brilliant street artist. She meets this cop named, errr, forgot his name. Anyway he went to her with a pot of daisies [sp?] and asked her to draw a picture of him. His main motive though was to spy on this assassin, whose name i forgot also. So evryday he goes to&lt;strong&gt; Hui Ying&lt;/strong&gt;, some times to see her, some times to get a picture done. AS usual, they fell in love and &lt;strong&gt;Hui Ying&lt;/strong&gt; assumes him to be the anonymous guy who brought her daisies everyday. Then one day, while in this open place where &lt;strong&gt;Hui Ying&lt;/strong&gt; worked as a roadside artist, a lot of shooting takes place. &lt;strong&gt;Hui Ying&lt;/strong&gt; got shot in the neck area, and it was really horrible as blood spewed out of her mouth. The cop gets hit too and is quite seriously injured. Ok, then the nxt scene begun in this hospital, where &lt;strong&gt;Hui Ying&lt;/strong&gt; had a bandage at her neck area. This caucasian nurse [the movie was set in a European country] comes in and asks her stuff. Then &lt;strong&gt;Hui Ying&lt;/strong&gt; shows her a couple of cards, and the nurse replied if she was sure she didn't want to learn sign language. Of course by now, you should've figured out, the shot caused &lt;strong&gt;Hui Ying&lt;/strong&gt; her voice. Anyway, the assassin appears in &lt;strong&gt;Hui Ying's&lt;/strong&gt; life. He happens to be the guy who is madly in love with her and the same person the cops were after. He first saw her in a field of daisies painting, love at first sight. One day he spots her falling into the river, cause the bridge was actually a log. He builds a proper bridge for her, and leaves her painting materials which had fallen into the river on the bridge. &lt;strong&gt;Hui Ying&lt;/strong&gt; then returns this gesture by placing a drawing on the bridge as she still doesn't know who the guy is. Anyway, after the cop was sent back to &lt;strong&gt;Korea&lt;/strong&gt;, the assassin finally plucked up the courage and sat down in front of &lt;strong&gt;Hui Ying&lt;/strong&gt; and asked for a picture, &lt;strong&gt;Hui Ying&lt;/strong&gt; drew the picture and from then on, he goes to tt place everyday to give her a lift home. Oh one impt point i forgot to mention, as the guy is an assassin, so he was reluctant to establish a relationship with &lt;strong&gt;Hui Ying&lt;/strong&gt; as it would put her in danger. OK, i shall stop here. Go watch the movie ok? It's really brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, yesterdays &lt;strong&gt;Words+Art&lt;/strong&gt; thing was soo boring. I slapped my legs about a dozen times when we went to &lt;strong&gt;Fort Canning&lt;/strong&gt; for the photography part, gosh, did i mention that place's creepy? I took a few random pictures just for the sake of showing them to the instructor. After that we got to the &lt;strong&gt;Creative Writing&lt;/strong&gt; part. The instructor this time was really, loud. I can't rmb who, but someone told me she had an ego that could rival Ian's, which is quite true. Anyway we had to get into teams and i teamed up with &lt;strong&gt;Xiang Yu, Janice and Haniel&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Haniel&lt;/strong&gt; was playing with his stupid grasshopper which he caught in &lt;strong&gt;Fort Canning&lt;/strong&gt;. He gave a bunch of weird and silly ideas, which were actually used. He also completely stole the show from me. I was trying to make the starter we were suppose to do sound more interesting and SANE but he kept rambling on and on. After a while, i couldn't give a damn and completely shut up. I retreated to the back and sat beside &lt;strong&gt;Xiao Xuan&lt;/strong&gt; and behing &lt;strong&gt;Chee Yang&lt;/strong&gt;. It was sooo much fun to talk to them rather than listen to the teacher go on and on. After that i took bus &lt;strong&gt;7 &lt;/strong&gt;with &lt;strong&gt;Jing Han&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Julia, Paula, Yong Jie and Terence&lt;/strong&gt; whom were downstairs and whom i didn't talk to. I spent quite a lot of time talking to &lt;strong&gt;Jing Han&lt;/strong&gt; and in that period of time, she dug up a fair bit of dirt on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh anyway, today was fine i guess. I woke up quite late cause i was pretty tired. I spent the whole day playing my guitar and all. Oh and just now while i was bathing i had a blackout. I was walking around the house with a towel wrapped around. Oh gosh! My mum said my dad &lt;strong&gt;'shit-bombed'&lt;/strong&gt; the electrical power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway gtg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;[sorry for the long post]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114977883783518915?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114977883783518915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114977883783518915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114977883783518915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114977883783518915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/06/daisy.html' title='Daisy'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114951647498899142</id><published>2006-06-05T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T07:08:00.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think that America's voting system is rigged, warped, twisted... whatever you call it. Sigh, &lt;strong&gt;Blake [So You Think You Can Dance?]&lt;/strong&gt; got kicked out. OH WHY?! He's like the most versatile and one of the best dancer, plus he's good-looking too. It's unfair that &lt;strong&gt;Jamile&lt;/strong&gt;[sp?] got to the finals when he sucks. He can only do one style of dance, ONE, while &lt;strong&gt;Blake&lt;/strong&gt; could do many. Phooey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and a &lt;strong&gt;Madagascar Hissing Cockroach&lt;/strong&gt; flew into my room just now. EEEWWWW... It hit my arm, and it's FLYING! Thankfully, my dad caught it. It's awfully rare though. I only see it in the zoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and i was watching &lt;strong&gt;Survival Of The Meanest&lt;/strong&gt; just now. It was abt a maximum security prison, and they had 3 facilities. The&lt;strong&gt; 'C' facility&lt;/strong&gt;, the more normal one, the &lt;strong&gt;'B' facility&lt;/strong&gt; where the inmates there are downright mean and aggressive, and the most relaxed one &lt;strong&gt;'A' facility&lt;/strong&gt; where ex-cops and child molesters reside. I was asking my dad why child molesters were considered 'black sheeps' even in the criminal society and he told me it was NOT respectable cause they could rob banks, murder BUT molest a child?! Then i thought, oh wow, at least they do have a certain amount of decency. Oh and the twisted fact is that this guy who had tattoos all over and a moustache and all, plus a beer belly had a lighter sentence as compared to this clean-looking, blonde guy, who was being convicted or bank robbery. Goes to show you can never judge a book by its cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114951647498899142?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114951647498899142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114951647498899142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114951647498899142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114951647498899142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/06/twisted.html' title='Twisted'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114931862072231958</id><published>2006-06-03T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T00:10:20.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pink's second single, equally meaningful, but i love the tune much more. You gotta figure out the meaning of this one. My interpretation is that a loved one is lost to drugs, something like tt. Look at the lyrics and watch the video [listening to the music at the same time]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who Knew; Pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You took my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You showed me how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You promised me you'd be around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Uh huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;That's rightI took your words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;In everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You said to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;That's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;If someone said three years from now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You'd be long gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd stand up and punch them up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause they're all wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause you said forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember when we were such fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And so convinced and just too cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;No no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish I could touch you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish I could still call you friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd give anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When someone said count your blessings now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For they're long gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I just didn't know how&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was all wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;They knew better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Still you said forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll keep you locked in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Until we meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Until we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Until we meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I won't forget you my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;What happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;If someone said three years from now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You'd be long gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd stand up and punch them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause they're all wrong and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;That last kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll cherish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Until we meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And time makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish I could remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I keepYour memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You visit me in my sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;AND NOW... the video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JpXFluYTdnQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JpXFluYTdnQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok.. anw, haven't got the pics from Janice yet so hang on for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and if you wanna watch any High School Musical videos to figure out what it's like go to &lt;a href="http://youtube.com"&gt;http://youtube.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok... done, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/17753835-114931862072231958?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114931862072231958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114931862072231958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114931862072231958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114931862072231958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/06/who-knew.html' title='Who Knew'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114926136633604074</id><published>2006-06-02T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T08:16:09.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, &lt;strong&gt;Xiang&lt;/strong&gt; told me that &lt;strong&gt;Wang Lao Shi&lt;/strong&gt; resigned, that was the good news... until she mentioned that &lt;strong&gt;Ah Ber&lt;/strong&gt; might be taking over... &lt;strong&gt;OH THE HORROR&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh anyway, being the lil kids we were,&lt;strong&gt; me, Xiang Yu, Natasha, and Janice&lt;/strong&gt; visited the zoo. &lt;strong&gt;THE ZOOOOOO!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Imagine that, oh wow. We were like the only pack of giggling teens there but oh well, we enjoyed it. &lt;strong&gt;OTTERS RULE&lt;/strong&gt;. They're really adorable and they're smart and they're mammals that spent more time in water than on land! Nuff said, you get what i mean. Ok halfway through i got into the angry/depressive/pissed off mode. I couldn't stand the canteen food and it was sooo ex. I starved going without breakfast and all until 3 and ate at &lt;strong&gt;KFC&lt;/strong&gt;. I had a good meal and the best part, it costs only $4. Haha. So anyway, we went to quite a few places. If i can i'll post pictures. Oh and i got thirsty halfway and wanted to go to Cheers to buy a bottle of mineral water. Guess the price tag... &lt;strong&gt;$2.50&lt;/strong&gt; for one small bottle of water, AND it ain't even &lt;strong&gt;Evian&lt;/strong&gt;! So i just bought a can of &lt;strong&gt;Chinchow&lt;/strong&gt; [dunno how to spell]. Oh and we ate&lt;strong&gt; Ben and Jerry's&lt;/strong&gt;. We ordered the mix and match thing where we got to choose like 3 flavours. We took &lt;strong&gt;Chunky Monkey, the Cookie Dough one, and the Black Raspberry one&lt;/strong&gt;. It was quite nice but a tad too sweet for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, i shall go off stoning again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114926136633604074?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114926136633604074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114926136633604074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114926136633604074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114926136633604074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/06/waha.html' title='WAHA'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114908982463223331</id><published>2006-05-31T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T08:37:04.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't wait to watch it. SERIOUSLY. The leads are hot[&lt;strong&gt;Zac Efron, Vanessa Anne Hudgens, Ashley Tisdale&lt;/strong&gt; and... cant rmb the rest], the storyline's cliched, but good. AND the best part is the &lt;strong&gt;music seriously rocks&lt;/strong&gt;. This &lt;strong&gt;DCOM[Disney Channel Original Movie]&lt;/strong&gt; is like the most raved about for a straight to tv movie. Ok i'm excited beyond words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, anyway, today my maid transferred to her new employer, im quite upset, but didn't cry cause i was trying my best to hold back the tears. She's been with me for more than half of my life, so ya. Anyway the hols for me SO FAR has been purely crappy. I've been bored to death. I &lt;strong&gt;sleep, eat, play computer games, play my guitar, compose music, and stone&lt;/strong&gt;. That's my hols alright. &lt;strong&gt;Boring...&lt;/strong&gt; Oh anyway i composed a song today, quite ok, but unfortunately i keep forgetting the tune. It was quite sudden really, i just started strumming my guitar and all of a sudden i'm singing words to the tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and i composed a list of why i think all guys are idiots and jerks:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;They're lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;They're stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;They're reliant on other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;They're insensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;They make fun of you and think it doesn't hurt when it does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;They go around in packs like wolves and crap a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LIST GOES ON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll make a few exceptions, but other than tt, &lt;strong&gt;the extreme jerks are Ian and Edward&lt;/strong&gt;, 'nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate my class...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE MY CLASS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think i'll care abt them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Especially the guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114908982463223331?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114908982463223331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114908982463223331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114908982463223331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114908982463223331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/05/high-school-musical.html' title='High School Musical'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114864363408468874</id><published>2006-05-26T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T04:40:34.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiler!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh shit, i read other people's blog and they wrote about what happened in X-Men 3 and I'm gonna watch it tmr, oh crap. STUPID SPOILER. People should put a warning or something there, telling people, THEY'RE GONNA SPOIL THEIR MOVIE FOR EM. Stupid right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114864363408468874?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114864363408468874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114864363408468874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114864363408468874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114864363408468874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/05/spoiler.html' title='Spoiler!!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114856765423480290</id><published>2006-05-25T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T07:34:14.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pink's message goes out loud and clear!&lt;strong&gt; NO MORE BIMBOTIC, DITZY GIRLS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;In the song she made fun of &lt;strong&gt;Jessica Simpson, Hilary Duff [this one i'm not too sure], Lindsay Lohan&lt;/strong&gt;, and a lot of others. Here are the lyrics, don't mind the censors, haha, that's just Pink being herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid Girls; Pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid girl, stupid girls, stupid girls&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back&lt;br /&gt;Porno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;Go to Fred Segal, you'll find them there&lt;br /&gt;Laughing loud so all the little people stare&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a daddy to pay for the champagne(Drop a name)&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the dreams of a girl president?&lt;br /&gt;She's dancing in the video next to 50 Cent&lt;br /&gt;They travel in packs of two or three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With their itsy bitsy doggies and their teeny-weeny tees&lt;br /&gt;Where, oh where, have the smart people gone?&lt;br /&gt;Oh where, oh where could they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back&lt;br /&gt;Porno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair back&lt;br /&gt;Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl(Break it down now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disease's growing, it's epidemic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm scared that there ain't a cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world believes it and I'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I cannot take any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so glad that I'll never fit in&lt;br /&gt;That will never be me&lt;br /&gt;Outcasts and girls with ambition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That's what I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;Disasters all around&lt;br /&gt;World despaired&lt;br /&gt;Their only concern&lt;br /&gt;Will they **** up my hair&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back&lt;br /&gt;Porno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair back&lt;br /&gt;Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;[Interlude]&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god you guys, I totally had more than 300 calories&lt;br /&gt;That was so not sexy, no&lt;br /&gt;Good one, can I borrow that?&lt;br /&gt;[Vomits]&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BE SKINNY&lt;br /&gt;(Do ya thing, do ya thing, do ya thing)(I like this, like this, like this)&lt;br /&gt;Pretty will you **** me girl, silly as a lucky girl&lt;br /&gt;Pull my head and suck it girl, stupid girl!&lt;br /&gt;Pretty would you **** me girl, silly as a lucky girl&lt;br /&gt;Pull my head and suck it girl, stupid girl!&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair back&lt;br /&gt;Push up my bra like that, stupid girl!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back&lt;br /&gt;Porno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair back&lt;br /&gt;Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And the MTV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L43jCRDgBlk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L43jCRDgBlk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, anyway, i'll give you &lt;strong&gt;8 things&lt;/strong&gt; you didn't knw abt me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I broke all my fingers on my right hand once when the car door slammed shut on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I punched a boy in the face before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I dragged a boy from the back of the classroom to the front and slammed his face on the board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I smacked &lt;strong&gt;Edward and Ian&lt;/strong&gt; realllly hard on the back before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I still read kids stuff like &lt;strong&gt;Diana Wynne-Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I play Warcraft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I watch wrestling and totally support &lt;strong&gt;John Cena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I only started wearing skirt in sec sch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll update more soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114856765423480290?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114856765423480290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114856765423480290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114856765423480290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114856765423480290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/05/stupid-girls.html' title='Stupid Girls'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114846379476432122</id><published>2006-05-24T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T02:43:23.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time Performing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, you guys know what? Today is the first time i ever, EVER, performed on stage. I was calmer than i had expected, and i was getting so many well wishes from my friends, OH and they actually wanted to pon school but then didn't cause of my Talent Search, THANK YOU!!! I really appreciated the support i got. So anyway, skipping to the performance part itself, i was really nervous, and i couldn't really hear the music at all. My hands were trembling like crazy resulting in the mic shaking like crazy also. I had to start off and hesitated, forgetting my lyrics and all. AND this continued on, but i got more comfortable as the performance went on and besides, MS was right beside me, haha. But seriously, NO WORDS, no words at all could describe how i felt. Anyway, my friends told me i did well, some said ok [which equates to bad btw, cause the daren't say you're lousy], but well, i knw i did quite badly, not my usual 'standard', haha. Oh and Cheryl Lim and her partner were DAMN good. Cheryl has a REALLY good voice, i heard from others that she comes from a line of singers, so oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Amirul was damn funny, he was trying to entertain the audience while the groups prepared and i listened to him mumble some stuff, which was so out of the blue, i thought it was funny. OH and Chee Yang deserves sympathy. He came to school especially to watch me but instead couldn't cause Mr Tan Kee Hoe asked him to the office and he got scolded, AND the worse part is, he got kicked out of 3E. He was awfully depressed, which was understandable, now he has got to crash course which is thoroughly demanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, back to the competition, i feel quite bad cause i made MS sing the bridge part on her own. i'm not really sure if i'm going to be able to get through the next round now, cause compared to the rest, i was really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well, no point moaning about it. Why not you guys tell me what you thought of my performance? Tag ok... Anyway, gtg sleep, am really tired alrdy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114846379476432122?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114846379476432122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114846379476432122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114846379476432122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114846379476432122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-time-performing.html' title='First Time Performing'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114803132890222227</id><published>2006-05-19T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T02:35:28.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I HATE &lt;strong&gt;IAN&lt;/strong&gt;!!! HE CAN GO TO HELL FOR ALL I CARE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Omg, like what the heck. I feel like kicking his butt. Like kick it all the way &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;99999999999999999&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stories down. I'll be damn happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ANYWAY, today's a crummy day, i keep getting bullied by the boys, and i had a major blowout with &lt;strong&gt;Cheryl[Tan]&lt;/strong&gt;. Sorryyyyy... AND &lt;strong&gt;Ms Ada Tan&lt;/strong&gt; had to give me so much hw, like 4 chaps!!! and on top of tt, i sill have to do the hol hw she's gonna give us. AHH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to &lt;strong&gt;Cafe Cartel&lt;/strong&gt; and had this &lt;strong&gt;Teriyaki Chicken burger&lt;/strong&gt;, tasted kinda wrong so we told the waiter. They took our stuff away and asked whether we wanted a replacement. &lt;strong&gt;Xiang&lt;/strong&gt; got a &lt;strong&gt;Banana Split&lt;/strong&gt; and i got an &lt;strong&gt;Oreo Frappe [YES! COFFEE!]&lt;/strong&gt; I'm like chao hyper after tt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and the waiter was super nice, he was like joking and all tt was quite fun. OH and guess what? &lt;strong&gt;Heather has a sore throat&lt;/strong&gt;, right before her &lt;strong&gt;buffet b-day party at Kuishin-bo&lt;/strong&gt; and what's more, &lt;strong&gt;Talent Search&lt;/strong&gt; is coming!!! OMG... i'm so dead. BUT I'm gonna team up with &lt;strong&gt;Kaylie&lt;/strong&gt; [if it's approved cause &lt;strong&gt;Ms Wang&lt;/strong&gt; made me do a proposal]. Oh and the poor girl was down with fever today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yes, i got like &lt;strong&gt;17 &lt;/strong&gt;in class, and &lt;strong&gt;133&lt;/strong&gt; in level, like &lt;strong&gt;WOW!&lt;/strong&gt; i actually improved, last year i was &lt;strong&gt;166 &lt;/strong&gt;in level i think, which was quite bad. My mum's quite happy with me. So i'm quite happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and did i mention i went to the toilet 9 times in sch? [i drank 4 litres of water]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114803132890222227?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114803132890222227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114803132890222227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114803132890222227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114803132890222227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-heck.html' title='What the heck!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114785786105456821</id><published>2006-05-17T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T02:24:21.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mixture Of Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I got back my results and i'm quite happy with it cause i did fairly well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English: 68 [OMG, i didn't get my A!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese: 57 [I PASSED! Incredible]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physics: 72 [YAY! GOT A!!!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemistry: 76 [Got A also, and the best part is i'm ranked 3 in class and 35 in lvl]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E Math: 62 [MY MATHS SUCKS! But oh well, i passed]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Math: 57.5 [Like i said before, but i'm happy i passed]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Combined humans: 57 [OMG! C5 and it's my only humanities!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Told my mum on the day i got back which is good cause tt never happened, i always dragged telling my mum my results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh anyway, i seriously signed up for &lt;strong&gt;Talent Search&lt;/strong&gt;!! Oh &lt;strong&gt;CRUD&lt;/strong&gt;, i have stage fright lah. I'm so dead and i haven't really picked a song to sing. &lt;strong&gt;PLUS&lt;/strong&gt; i have no idea how to make a minus-one tape, which means the song without the voice. &lt;strong&gt;OH GOSH&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm so freaked out by the whole idea, and the worst part is, &lt;strong&gt;Ms Wang&lt;/strong&gt; decided to skip the auditions and go straight into the performances, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I HAVE TO PERFORM DURING ASSEMBLY IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE SCHOOL! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm really scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and i miss &lt;strong&gt;Ms Koh&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lim&lt;/strong&gt;! I still do, it's awful not to see them in school. But oh well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no favourite teacher around in school = no distraction = good results&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and i learned a new word while flipping through the dictionary, &lt;strong&gt;obsequious&lt;/strong&gt; which equates to grovelling. Sounds like &lt;strong&gt;Guo Xi's&lt;/strong&gt; behaviour over &lt;strong&gt;Ms Koh&lt;/strong&gt; huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha, anyway, i shall go tinker with my guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114785786105456821?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114785786105456821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114785786105456821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114785786105456821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114785786105456821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/05/mixture-of-stuff.html' title='A Mixture Of Stuff'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114760095758743956</id><published>2006-05-14T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T03:02:37.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Showy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just realised how much into showbiz my parents were or rather are [my dad still is]. When your parents know people like Tay Ping Hui, Ix Shen, [the list goes on]. AND my mum used to work under Dick Lee.. I didn't even know tt until one day we were watching Singapore Idol and she told me Dick was a perfectionist and i was like 'How you know?' and she said 'I used to work under him what. He'll scream at all the girls and...' and i was like wow. AND just yesterday my dad's company organised this Best Model Of The World thingy outside Ngee Ann City in this big white tent. I was completely dwarved by the models, who were gorgeous by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh AND this is the fifth time im re-typing this cause my wacko keyboard keeps deleting everything. So anyway i went to Swensens, they were having a freaking blackout. OH GOSH, thankfully the power came back on and while waiting for my food then i went out to see this flame-thrower. The whole place smelled of kerosene and it was HOT! But after a while i got bored so i headed back to Swensens and the food was being served. I ate Breaded Chicken something [sounded like manure] and ate Frosted Chocolate Malt ice cream and after which i was sooo full, i didn't eat dinner at all. Oh and did i mention this idiotic person, drove his Porsche past us at the junction so fast [and loudly] to show off. My dad said the car was old and the engine's gonna break down anyway, haha, good for him. Oh and went shopping with my mum, but didn't buy much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yes, my mum says my strumming is horrendously off beat. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, gonna start playing my guitar again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MS LIM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114760095758743956?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114760095758743956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114760095758743956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114760095758743956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114760095758743956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/05/showy.html' title='Showy'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114742229995525469</id><published>2006-05-12T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T01:24:59.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha, according to Chee Yang, yesterday was a day of miracles. Because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i wore a skirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i could sing [unfortunately he found out only yesterday]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and something else which i don't wanna say cause it's gonna ruin my rep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and i watched Poseidon, did i mention that? BOY was the screen huge. Watching it IMAX completely changes everything. You get double the sound and double the screen. BUT it was quite dizzying. Oh and i went out with Lynette, Jing Yi, Big Cheryl, Chee Yang, Sara Lee and the a few other boys in my class. Cheryl was having this major blowout with her mum so it was pretty scary. Oh yes, and did i tell you, i'm going to Kuishin-Bo with this bunch of ppl, for my birthday, and i got my guitar alrdy, sooo happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and i realise tt short finger nails are no good for strumming, it hurts. AND Heather can't strum on time, Heather's seriously off beat half the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;What else, my brother got grounded cause of his results i think. AND i'm gonna get the same treatment. A cold war is brewing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;What else am i supposed to say, ok, i shall tell you when i rmb, right now i need grab a glass of water cause im coughing badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114742229995525469?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114742229995525469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114742229995525469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114742229995525469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114742229995525469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/05/miracles.html' title='Miracles'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114726966977768518</id><published>2006-05-10T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T07:01:09.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of The Rest Of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not a lot right now makes sense to me, and it won't go quietly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first day of the rest of my life and i miss you already&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i altered &lt;strong&gt;MXPX's song, First Day Of The Rest Of Our Lives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway i'm bloody glad the exams are over. The mugging and all was annoyingly tiresome, and i got&lt;strong&gt; NO STAMINA&lt;/strong&gt;. After a while you just lose 'steam'. OK, i won't talk about the exams, cause it sucked big time. &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; the great part is, i'm temporary &lt;strong&gt;LIBERATED&lt;/strong&gt;, until i get my results back and get sent to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM'S SLAUGHTERHOUSE FOR FAILURES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, today was stupid, the cellphone stuff and all, i wonder if the school has any brains at all. Making 5 classes wait outside the &lt;strong&gt;General Office&lt;/strong&gt; in the mighty hot weather isn't smart. It provokes aggression, and you get plenty of jeers, AND FOR WHAT, to retrieve our handphones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and right now, many people are rapidly logging in on &lt;strong&gt;MSN&lt;/strong&gt;, guess everyone has loads of free time now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and tmr i STILL have to go back to sch tmr. &lt;em&gt;Absolutely horrid&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well i'm gonna watch &lt;strong&gt;Poseidon&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;IMAX theatre&lt;/strong&gt; tmr, the tickets are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;12 bucks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh and &lt;strong&gt;Sara &lt;/strong&gt;pronounced&lt;strong&gt; Poseidon as Pu-Si-Don&lt;/strong&gt;. Super funny, and she sang &lt;strong&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/strong&gt; while waiting in the audi, &lt;strong&gt;Lynette&lt;/strong&gt; thought she was too sweet to carry off such angsty kind of songs. &lt;strong&gt;Mrs Chan-ho&lt;/strong&gt; was being quite a pain in the butt as usual, can't believe i tolerated her for a yr, it's not tt she's a complete monster, just that ta tai tiao ti lah. Pick on this pick on that. Wonder how guides stand her also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i'm obviously very cranky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happens after 2 weeks of exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I SCREWED UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114726966977768518?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114726966977768518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114726966977768518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114726966977768518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114726966977768518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-day-of-rest-of-my-life.html' title='First Day Of The Rest Of My Life'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114691268759454545</id><published>2006-05-06T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T03:51:29.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sour Grapes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just read this article condemning Hilary Duff, go read... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dumpduff.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://dumpduff.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; it's a classic case of having notthing better to do/being hyper-sensitive and it's encouraging us to contact Hilary's corporate affiliates and tell them that we won't support any shops what-so-ever relating to them. WHAT A JOKE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh anyway, tried to study Chem but fell asleep again. Have no idea why i've been so dog-tired the last few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, this will be a very short post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114691268759454545?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114691268759454545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114691268759454545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114691268759454545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114691268759454545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/05/sour-grapes.html' title='Sour Grapes'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114683667094733549</id><published>2006-05-05T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T06:44:31.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepily bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm waiting to lie on my bed and sleep. FIRST must gao tim my music stuff. Today was weird. I went blog hopping and read God knows how many gay guys' blogs, after a while it got monotonous, it's mushed up and incredibly stupid. I'm not discriminating, just don't publicly broadcast your homosexuality for the whole world to know, it irks some people who aren't as understanding as others. AND cartoon movies are LOSERS, i don't get what part of cartoon appeals to the adults, its SO childish sometimes, and seriously, i rather see a chick flick with REAL, LIFE people that AREN'T CARTOONS. I think im cranky, and reading Xiaxue's blog puts me in the i-wanna-bitch-about-everyone mood. It's one of my moods, don't mind my incessant rambling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh anyway, i realise that i'm depressedly worried about certain events. Unfortunately they can only be settled after my torturous bout of exams. I think i hate the word 'settled' i find that the modern day english-speaking gangsters, and hooligans have warped it in such a way it sounds roughly crude. For example: 'We'll have this settled tomorrow morning, bring your brudders, if not die'. But seriously, for illustration purposes, i have censored off many vulgarities that were bound to be included as well as not include their horrendous grammatical skills. Oh and speaking of language, the English like to use the word 'bloody' a lot. For example: 'Bloody hell, that's one wicked *insert name of item*' The American-typical-beach-surfer on the otherhand uses words like 'radical', 'awesome', 'major wipeage', etc, a lot so much so if you didn't know any better you would have thought those were the only words in their vocabulary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and did i mention Amirul appointed me to be the person who spreads word about his blog? I was talking to him online, and it was damn funny when he started talking like he was 'knighting' me to be the person who spreads word about his blog. I laughed until my sides split i tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, he wasn't the only one trying to be funny, Cheryl kept teasing me today, for reasons i shall not mention. I wish she would stop it though, if she doesn't i'm gonna smack her right in the face. OH and she had this mistaken notion that i liked IRK, hyuck, only Lynette would ever date a pain in the ass like him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i think i'm running out of juice, and don't mind my crapping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114683667094733549?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114683667094733549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114683667094733549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114683667094733549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114683667094733549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/05/sleepily-bored.html' title='Sleepily bored.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114670712525742344</id><published>2006-05-04T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T18:47:17.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't think of a good one</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yes, wait let me collect my thoughts. Oh yes, &lt;strong&gt;Cheryl &lt;/strong&gt;did something with her hair, and i was quite surprised, but in a good way. Oh and right now almost the whole level except for my class, is in the midst of taking the exams. I don't think i'm gonna do very well though, didn't have time to do my &lt;strong&gt;Geography Elect&lt;/strong&gt;, couldn't do my&lt;strong&gt; E. Math&lt;/strong&gt; paper also. &lt;strong&gt;WELL&lt;/strong&gt;, no point brooding about it now, i think i'll go into depressed mood when i get back my papers, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, i'm in the middle of picking a song, unfortunately, i'm not really sure which ones i should sing. I just hope that i won't embarrass myself, cause such stuff actually can make or break you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, i shall make this post short and sweet cause i don't seem to be recollecting much and also i'm barely out of the morning-daze-kind-of-mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But here's some facts for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dracula&lt;/em&gt; was a real person originating from &lt;em&gt;Transylvania&lt;/em&gt;, he got his name from &lt;em&gt;Draco&lt;/em&gt;, latin for&lt;em&gt; Dragon&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; he wasn't a vampire, just a &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; cruel leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;OH and here are some words that kids were made to spell in the spelling bee competitions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fibranne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;antipyretic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lyceum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kamikaze&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;antediluvian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xanthosis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vivisepulture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;euonym&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chiaroscurist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;logorrhea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;demarche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;succedaneum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;... and the list goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.com"&gt;http://dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;go search yourself for the meaning, i'm kinda lazy now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114670712525742344?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114670712525742344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114670712525742344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114670712525742344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114670712525742344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/05/couldnt-think-of-good-one_04.html' title='Couldn&apos;t think of a good one'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114640815147756344</id><published>2006-04-30T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T07:44:08.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics and Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The election's coming up, who are &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; going to vote for? [of course first you must be of legal age]. Anyway i hate politics, i think it's annoying, i just hope that &lt;strong&gt;PAP&lt;/strong&gt; will retain their positions cause &lt;strong&gt;CHANGE ISN'T ALWAYS GOOD&lt;/strong&gt;. I wanted to write about tt initially, for my &lt;strong&gt;English Essay&lt;/strong&gt;, but unfortunately &lt;strong&gt;Ms Tan&lt;/strong&gt; [who has alrdy left f.y.i.] told us not to write on controversial issues. Oh and yes, today i watched&lt;strong&gt; C.S.I&lt;/strong&gt; and they showed this girl and her brother who had a genetic abnormality. They were very wolf-like, and as usual, the freaks in the show. I really don't think that we should discriminate against such people, they're like anyone of us you know, and sure, we might be put off&lt;strong&gt; BUT&lt;/strong&gt; they're still human. Oh yes, back to the story, the brother got killed by his &lt;strong&gt;BEST FRIEND&lt;/strong&gt;, and why? Because his best friend's sister was about to marry him and his best friend couldn't stand tt. &lt;strong&gt;RIDICULOUS&lt;/strong&gt;. As the best friend, &lt;strong&gt;HE SHOULD'VE UNDERSTOOD&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Which drives to me to my next point, &lt;strong&gt;NEVER JUDGE PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt;. No matter what others say about them, you never know how they're like until you meet them and understand more about them yourself. I mean you wouldn't liked to be judged before you're given a fighting chance now, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and i'm &lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt; kinda &lt;strong&gt;UPSET&lt;/strong&gt; about the whole &lt;strong&gt;Ms Koh&lt;/strong&gt; leaving thing. I wish she didn't have to leave though, cause she's like one of the bestest teachers around and she's incredibly &lt;strong&gt;NICE&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh and i wished i had said a proper goodbye to her though, it was kinda broken up&lt;strong&gt; SINCE&lt;/strong&gt; i didn't have the courage to say what i wanted to say, &lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; rather i blanked out, as usual. &lt;strong&gt;OH &lt;/strong&gt;and i don't care if you think i write &lt;strong&gt;TOO MUCH&lt;/strong&gt; about my teachers, cause i&lt;strong&gt; LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;RESPECT &lt;/strong&gt;my teachers a lot [i can't believe i used the L word], &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; besides this is my blog, my thoughts, my opinions. So yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, i guess no point crying over spilt milk, you got to do something about it. &lt;strong&gt;YES I SHALL DO SOMETHING&lt;/strong&gt;, just what in this case. Oh and &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;, i have decided that &lt;strong&gt;I WILL&lt;/strong&gt; join &lt;strong&gt;Talent Search&lt;/strong&gt;, against all my beliefs that such things are stupid and useless. &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; seriously, my main reason for joining at first was to perform for the teachers as thanks &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ms Koh&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lim&lt;/strong&gt; [whom especially are the people i wanna perform for] are gone! BUT &lt;strong&gt;Heather &lt;/strong&gt;has a great idea, as usual. I decided to borrow somebody's camcorder and record everything down, &lt;strong&gt;INCLUDING&lt;/strong&gt; me freaking out before such the performance. Now all i gotta do is pick a song. &lt;strong&gt;A GOOD ONE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You knw what, i think i'm being over-enthusiastic and extremely excitable now, what &lt;strong&gt;DO YOU&lt;/strong&gt; think huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm so sure when i'm saner, i'll regret saying some stuff in this post... &lt;strong&gt;HAHA&lt;/strong&gt;, but who cares now, &lt;strong&gt;CAUSE &lt;/strong&gt;i don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Life's A Rollercoaster, Live it. [ i hate rollercoasters tho]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo &lt;strong&gt;Heather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. SOOOOO Sorry for the long post, but when Heather has the urge to write, everything blurts out. OH and my English is horrid cause &lt;strong&gt;IM BRAIN DEAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114640815147756344?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114640815147756344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114640815147756344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114640815147756344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114640815147756344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/04/politics-and-stuff.html' title='Politics and Stuff'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114621738374291006</id><published>2006-04-28T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T02:43:03.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C is For Cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward's&lt;/strong&gt; weird i tell you. He broke out into a song during&lt;strong&gt; Engl&lt;/strong&gt;ish all of a sudden, he was like &lt;strong&gt;'C is for cookie...'&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ms Tan&lt;/strong&gt; just stared at him whilst the class was filled with girlish giggles and guys howling, haha it was really funny. Then, &lt;strong&gt;David &lt;/strong&gt;who sometimes has the mentality of a 4-yr-old started going, &lt;strong&gt;'La, la, la...'&lt;/strong&gt; in the most child-like manner ever. The class exploded with laughter once more and &lt;strong&gt;Ms Tan&lt;/strong&gt; got so angry. Understandable seeing as it's her last lesson with us, literally. She was also trying her darndest to teach us, but unfortunately, the class was running high with exam fever. Oh and &lt;strong&gt;Ian&lt;/strong&gt; made fun of &lt;strong&gt;Jing Yi's&lt;/strong&gt; squishy-orangey-ball that lighted up when i hit it. &lt;strong&gt;Jing Yi&lt;/strong&gt; scolded me quite a few times for making the ball light up, cause she thought it was childish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yes anyway, i'm thoroughly depressed today. Firstly, i was late for my &lt;strong&gt;Geog E&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;test&lt;/strong&gt; sending me into utter flusteredness. After which i rushed through the map in which i was very distracted in [i shall tell you why later] and i had absolutely no time to complete my structured. The probability of me failing the paper is &lt;strong&gt;VERY HIGH&lt;/strong&gt;. And then i moped around for, let's see, &lt;strong&gt;3 PLUS HOURS!&lt;/strong&gt; I nearly died of boredom, but managed to do something meaningful [i shall tell you what later]... &lt;strong&gt;BUT WORSE OF ALL, MS KOH'S LEAVING TODAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Technically, it's left but &lt;strong&gt;OH GOSH, I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS TODAY!!&lt;/strong&gt; It came as a serious surprise [actually more of shock], &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; i didn't get her anything! As usual i started crying &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;, though i previously thought i wouldn't. It was quite upsetting and it affected me a considerable amount during the papers [now you knw the reason for distraction]. I crashed and burned in &lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;, flunked in &lt;strong&gt;Geog&lt;/strong&gt;. AND not to mention, i couldn't talk to her properly, &lt;strong&gt;WHY?!&lt;/strong&gt; cause as usual i blanked! With &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lim&lt;/strong&gt; it was a lil easier BUT with &lt;strong&gt;Ms Koh&lt;/strong&gt; it's tough! I don't blame her you knw, when did i ever blame the both of them for anything anyway, but haiya, i wish i wasn't such an idiot sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and you know what, &lt;strong&gt;Vimal&lt;/strong&gt; took a copy of the &lt;strong&gt;Talent Search Entry Form&lt;/strong&gt; and gave it to me. After the &lt;strong&gt;Geog&lt;/strong&gt; exam i quickly stuffed it into my bag for fear that the boys might see and mock me. BUT either way i'm not sure whether i should join, &lt;strong&gt;ANY IDEAS?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Cherie &lt;/strong&gt;already wrote my name and all on it, not that she gave me a fighting chance cause she grabbed it from me and wrote the stuff down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So yes, i am &lt;strong&gt;THOROUGHLY DEPRESSED&lt;/strong&gt;. oh and please tag on my board if you think i should join.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh btw made 2 new friends today from &lt;strong&gt;3B&lt;/strong&gt; and went blog-hopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114621738374291006?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114621738374291006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114621738374291006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114621738374291006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114621738374291006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/04/c-is-for-cookie.html' title='C is For Cookie'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114571958547927503</id><published>2006-04-22T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T08:39:32.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TK BAND!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY! We got &lt;strong&gt;Gold with HONOURS&lt;/strong&gt;... *sticks out tongue at other competitors*... we so rocked, but the sec 1s and 2s were super not enthu... it was the upper sec cheering, but nevertheless, &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, and that rain clouds formed and it &lt;strong&gt;RAINED&lt;/strong&gt;! I walked in the rain with a few others to the bus-stop. At first i contemplated joining them for dinner and then decided not to cause i was soooo tired, plus it was late AND rainy. Oh and i found out from&lt;strong&gt; Amirul&lt;/strong&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;Ms Koh&lt;/strong&gt; was leaving, FOR REAL this time... DANG IT! I'm really not kidding around, im serious ok! Haiya, i shall not have any more favourite teachers, THEY ALL LEAVE!!! Pfftt... can't stand this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, but today i shall not moan and groan too much about it, i'm still pretty happy and hyped up about the whole band thing.Oh and here's something i came up with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The band played from afar as i sat at the spectator stand with my heart thumping hard as i prayed they would not fault. They advanced towards us and got louder with each step they took. The section went wild as screams pierced the air and blasting cheers were heard. Batman, Star Wars, the familiar tunes pulsated throughout the overcast stadium as the crowd roared with excitement each time the drum major caught his mace. Each time we would hush each other, hoping it would give the judges a better chance to hear the magnificence of our band. The other schools eyed the band like vultures, hoping they would crash and burn, but to their utter dismay we sailed through the whole performance wonderfully. As the music stopped, the disciplined members of the band marched in line rhythmically back. As the evening continued, i found myself drifting off, humming a tune or talking to my fellow mates. I found no interest in the mediocre bands which paled in comparison to our awesome band. Unfortunately, i could only sit and wait in torture for the results. However it was not in vain, our band came up tops in the competition. The originality and plain brilliance of the band had blown the judges away. I hollered my lungs out, and clapped till the skin of my palms flushed red. Kudos to our band that reigned supreme.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i could write more but to sum the band's performance in a word: &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So yes, this post dedicated to the extremely hard-working band members who did us extremely proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114571958547927503?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114571958547927503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114571958547927503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114571958547927503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114571958547927503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/04/tk-band.html' title='TK BAND!!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114552679720383883</id><published>2006-04-20T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T03:10:08.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ARGH! I am supposed to have studied! But didn't, dang IT! I am so dead. Anyway this week was pretty crummy. On Monday Ms Wang was given the idea to squeeze 3e and 3c into one pathetic classroom, &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS SOOOO NOISY&lt;/strong&gt;! And then it started raining.. again. Jillene and co, as usual decided to take a cab [cause they're loaded] and i left very quickly though my gut feelin' told me not to [and for a good reason]. Oh and then i got really wet, blah, blah, blah, didnt study... and on the next day, guess what? I HAD 2.4![this is not a happy exclamation but a OMG! kinda exclamation]... i did horribly, &lt;strong&gt;17 min 22 sec&lt;/strong&gt;, dang IT! and then i had Chemistry which i did SOOOOO badly for, and this is going to be the first time where i won't get my distinction, GREAT! and then yesterday had 5 Stations, wasn't bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sit-ups&lt;/strong&gt;: 36 [my stomach hurt like crazy after tt]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sit and Reach&lt;/strong&gt;: 45cm [Mr Singh was there and as usual, he PICKED on me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inclined Pull-ups&lt;/strong&gt;: 19 [Haha, first time get A!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shuttle Run&lt;/strong&gt;: 10.4s [ Good huh? For a person my size]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Standing Broad Jump&lt;/strong&gt;: 191 [hee hee, SBJ rocks! I'm a frog, riiiibiiit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So yes, i need to re-take my 2.4 test, if not all those As would be a waste wouldn't it? Oh and ya, i slept at &lt;strong&gt;10 plus&lt;/strong&gt; last night, am soooo tired, stupid dentist, made me get home at like &lt;strong&gt;9.35&lt;/strong&gt; [and still in my school uni], AND my teeth hurts! The elastic bands are sooo tight! I almost forgot, before that i went to town with&lt;strong&gt; Xiang and co&lt;/strong&gt; in search for &lt;strong&gt;Literature&lt;/strong&gt; stuff [Macbeth guide books, poetry, etc...] i think it was kinda fun when we got to NLB and i, being the brilliant search machine found the books they needed in record-breaking time, and then we started photo-copying the stuff, and it was quite fun [though quite a few times i made quite a ruckus when i handled the hot paper]. Today i had a &lt;strong&gt;Geog test&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Physics quiz&lt;/strong&gt;, got back &lt;strong&gt;SS and A Math lvl test&lt;/strong&gt; [as usual did badly for both]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm... oh right, DANG IT! i realise that &lt;strong&gt;Ms Koh&lt;/strong&gt; may be able to see my blog address, which is BAD! Oh and today i tried to scare &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lim&lt;/strong&gt; by creeping behind her and suddenly clapping my hands very hard beside her ears, didn't work though, cause she could hear me 'creeping' [which was really running and making the floor thud at the same time]. Oh and this is the list of people i disturbed over the week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lynette&lt;/strong&gt; [sits beside me, so she gets it, oh ya, just found out she and Ms Lim, are in the same church]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jing Yi&lt;/strong&gt; [she got angry ok!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sara Lee&lt;/strong&gt; [made fun of her quite a few times]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl Tang&lt;/strong&gt; [stuck and threw stuff at her today]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelyn &lt;/strong&gt;[kept stepping on her foot the other day]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tara&lt;/strong&gt; [i think i twisted her arm]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarisse&lt;/strong&gt; [haha, she fell for the stupid tap-on-the-shoulder trick again!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;umm.... who else, i think i disturbed too many ppl alrdy, so much so i lost count!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha, ok, i'm going to change my skin. FOR REAL this time, ya, and don't mind the skulls on the new template ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114552679720383883?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114552679720383883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114552679720383883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114552679720383883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114552679720383883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/04/dang-it.html' title='Dang IT!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114515756259942131</id><published>2006-04-16T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T03:43:17.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwittingly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I unwittingly helped someone instead of doing the person in, ARGH! Yes, that's how evil Heather is, sabo-ing other ppl.  Oh great, i just feel like strangling the person, the person pretends to be so sweet and what not when the person's actually more mean than that, suck-up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i think i'm stooping to the person's level just by saying that, BUT it's frustrating!! Haiya, no matter how hard i try, i'll never be good enough, somebody else is always better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pffttt, oh yes, sorry for not blogging for so long, very lazy the past few weeks, so ya, anyway had &lt;strong&gt;50th Anniversary Games Day&lt;/strong&gt; on Thurday. Was running around a lot so i saw &lt;strong&gt;Ms Koh&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lim&lt;/strong&gt; a lot, actually not so much &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lim&lt;/strong&gt; cause she went home earlier, soooo mean ok, asked her to stay don't want, so bad. Oh and then i was shouting for my classmates till my throat was sore, after all the games we had prize-giving and i had no idea why i wanted to go up to take the prize cause knowing myself i'm bound to embarrass myself one way or another. Oh and then the band performed, and it was awesome, the way the synchronised so well with each other, and even though on a few occassions i received the full blast of the trumpeting and all i still loved it! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Um.. right, going to go off to tuition soon so can't really think much now, but let's just say the week was mighty eventful. OHHHH, just remembered, &lt;strong&gt;MS LIM'S BACK!!!&lt;/strong&gt; haha, forgot to mention that, &lt;strong&gt;BUT IM SOOOOO GLAD!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;That wraps it up, my sudden burst of enthusiasm, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S I know my template's a lil screwed up, bear with it, gonna change soon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114515756259942131?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114515756259942131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114515756259942131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114515756259942131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114515756259942131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/04/unwittingly.html' title='Unwittingly'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114431807708083504</id><published>2006-04-06T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T01:18:48.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i have so many things that i keep wanting to write but keep forgetting so i wrote it down on a piece of paper. On Monday i had my &lt;strong&gt;Add. Math level test&lt;/strong&gt; which i completely failed because i had no idea what i was doing. Throughout the whole test i was like &lt;strong&gt;'Um... if f(x) = to this and that, then um... I DUNNO!!!'&lt;/strong&gt; so yes, Heather's gonna fail like mad, once again.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, on Tuesday we had the&lt;strong&gt; 50th Anniversary Games Day&lt;/strong&gt; and it was pretty fun. I was quite tired as i was the only girl in the badminton team and had to run to and fro playing quite a few games. I won &lt;strong&gt;Fang Lynn&lt;/strong&gt; in the girls' singles, but according to &lt;strong&gt;Janice&lt;/strong&gt;, i 'tyco' one cause i kept playing drop-shot which in the beginning of the match i found to be&lt;strong&gt; FL's&lt;/strong&gt; weakness. But &lt;strong&gt;FL&lt;/strong&gt; was good, and i must say i was pretty surprised. Oh yes, and then the second round of the girl's singles i was up against &lt;strong&gt;Alexandria&lt;/strong&gt; [is the spelling right?] from &lt;strong&gt;3H&lt;/strong&gt;, oh gosh, she was darn good, and the thing is she put so much pressure on me i wanted to cry during the match but could only cry after the match, i mean i would look stupid, crying in the middle of an ongoing match. But i didn't really mind losing to her though it was frustrating cause it was one point. Oh and&lt;strong&gt; Alex&lt;/strong&gt;, f.y.i is the one of the few girls to defeat me in all my years as a badminton player.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it was raining cats and dogs and the outdoor matches was postponed to Wednesday. I stayed back on Wednesday to play for the &lt;strong&gt;Netball &lt;/strong&gt;team. Was a pretty rough match and i gained plenty of 'battle' scars. For the first round i was&lt;strong&gt; GK [Goal Keeper]&lt;/strong&gt; and was trying my darndest to defend the goal. But with people like &lt;strong&gt;Lemuel&lt;/strong&gt;, it's a killer. Second round i was &lt;strong&gt;GS [Goal Shooter&lt;/strong&gt;], i was pretty worn out by then but still tried my best, but the oppostition's &lt;strong&gt;GK&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;Abygail&lt;/strong&gt; and boy, she kept me in sight all the time. She kept apologising for being rough on me and i was like 'It's ok, don't worry.'. So yes, after which it rained... again. me and &lt;strong&gt;Xiang&lt;/strong&gt; walked to the front of the &lt;strong&gt;General Office&lt;/strong&gt; and then &lt;strong&gt;Xiang&lt;/strong&gt; pointed out that &lt;strong&gt;Ms Koh&lt;/strong&gt; was going home and was like 'Ask her to give us a lift lah,' i looked at her thinking she had gone mad and at the same time thinking i wouldn't dare anyway and said 'YOU ask lah!'. So yes, we ventured out into the storm with our umbrellas which was no use as the rain still lashed against our faces and flooded our shoes [eeyuck, wet socks]. When we were halfway there we saw&lt;strong&gt; Ms Koh&lt;/strong&gt; in her red Toyota, she waved at us and smiled, unfortunately for me my hands were full so i decided to wave my umbrella instead, which was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;OH! I remembered, now i know why &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lim&lt;/strong&gt; was soooo happy the other day. She wouldn't tell me what it was, but i found out from &lt;strong&gt;Wan Fong&lt;/strong&gt; anyway, telling me that &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lim&lt;/strong&gt; was to take over &lt;strong&gt;Ms Puja's&lt;/strong&gt; classes cause &lt;strong&gt;Ms Puja&lt;/strong&gt; was going to go away on MC, BUT the weird part is that she isn't take our class, the &lt;strong&gt;NIE trainee, Ms Tan&lt;/strong&gt; is still gonna teach our class, awwwwww... But hey, i'm just really glad she's back. Oh btw, &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lim&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;GET WELL SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;One more thing, i realised how much i've really grown and watch the years shoot past me. I also realised how much i've grown to love&lt;strong&gt; TK&lt;/strong&gt; and her people. I used to hate &lt;strong&gt;TK&lt;/strong&gt; i tell you, but in my opinion, &lt;strong&gt;TK&lt;/strong&gt; really grows on a person.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, going to go watch &lt;strong&gt;American Idol,&lt;/strong&gt; still rooting for &lt;strong&gt;Katherine [C or K?] McPhee&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Kellie Pickler&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh just in case any of the guys reads this, i am trying to be nice to you, so be nice back, if not, well the story goes...&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry for the long post, and not blogging for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114431807708083504?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114431807708083504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114431807708083504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114431807708083504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114431807708083504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/04/sore.html' title='Sore'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114379452362831538</id><published>2006-03-31T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T00:42:03.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So little time so much to do... Ok, got so much to say, hmm.. where to start, i wrote everything i wanted to say down in my notebook so i wouldn't forget. Ok, so yes, &lt;strong&gt;Edward&lt;/strong&gt; just told me he has been reading my blog, gr-reat. He can be such a pain sometimes, i wish he would quit annoying me cause he puts me in a bad mood half the time, and i wouldn't be on his back half the time either. So yes.. but i guess he's nice, i never would have thought Edward as being a friend but since i did call him my friend while talking to my mum i guess he is a friend.. ok, im getting confused, haha. Oh shucks, its going to rain,&lt;strong&gt; *BOOOOOOOM*&lt;/strong&gt;, goes the thunder while my little brother gets reduced to being a total wimp. Oh and i hear plenty of little kids screaming away, cool.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me see, ah.. the &lt;strong&gt;Student Council Presidential Election&lt;/strong&gt; [name exudes the air of cheemness]. I really hate this time of the year, its not about who's a better leader, it's really a popularity vote. Councillors always seem to be thinking they're more superior to us and gives us the 'i'm a councillor' attitude, ya that's complete bullshit. I mean its just a title, a title made out of words and nothing more. What's more is that some of these 'guai' councillors dare cheat in tests, like a certain &lt;strong&gt;Literature&lt;/strong&gt; student from &lt;strong&gt;3F&lt;/strong&gt;, while us 'normal' students rarely and daren't contemplate that. BUT don't get me wrong, I'm not condemning all the councillors, merely the ones who don't deserve to be one. The school's system really is warped..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah, forget it.. anyway, i was looking through the yearbooks this week, reminiscing. I realise i really miss my old class of &lt;strong&gt;2C&lt;/strong&gt;, and the teachers. Gosh, i really should have treasured those extremely fun but fast-paced lessons. Sigh, life's so strange, you don't actually miss the water till' it's gone. And speaking of which, when&lt;strong&gt; Ms Tan&lt;/strong&gt; asked us to the &lt;strong&gt;ITR room&lt;/strong&gt;, all the memories of the geography lessons we had in there with &lt;strong&gt;Ms Koh&lt;/strong&gt; came rushing back [at the same time, i quite literally had to rush for the&lt;strong&gt; WC&lt;/strong&gt;]. I was so caught up in the whole feeling i felt quite sad, and almost wanted to cry for some reason or another. Honestly, growing up is not fun when you have to live with so many regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway the past can't be re-written like in &lt;strong&gt;Carrie Underwood's&lt;/strong&gt; song '&lt;strong&gt;Lessons Learned&lt;/strong&gt;'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So yes. Im gonna try to change my skin like&lt;strong&gt; Edward&lt;/strong&gt; suggested cause i too find it a bit depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114379452362831538?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114379452362831538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114379452362831538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114379452362831538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114379452362831538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_114379452362831538.html' title='...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114310905934930265</id><published>2006-03-23T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T03:08:47.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pfffftttttt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; a hell of a shock this and last week but i have since recovered from my traumatic incident... i hope so anyway. I pissed the unpissable, offended the unoffendable, ok.. i know half of the words i just wrote dont exist, but never mind, this is moi's un dictionnaire. Oh which reminds me, i haven't had French lessons for 2 weeks in a row... well it gives me time to watch Smallville so yes. Oh and some people are as blind as a bat, unlike me their observation prowess is close to zilch, kosong, zero, how can they not notice that some people are around and say that they're not there! It's so ironic especially if the person is someone they're keeping a keen eye on. Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;GUESS WHAT? i smacked Ian Russell Koh Tze Ming so hard on his back if it weren't so noisy it could've been heard throughout the whole classroom, brilliant, aren't i? I nearly threw my A. Math tutorial at Edward too, he was making a helluva noise i could have sworn that he was contributing to 90% of the noise level in the class. AND OH I GOT A DISTINCTION FOR MY CHEM TESTS AGAIN! I'm a genius, but according to Ian, i act smart but not smart, Fuh-ine, at least i work harder then he does, pfft...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;CRAP! i just remembered, i have ting xie tomorrow, ah crappy... But lucky the words aren't really difficult. Know what? I LOVE SCHOOL. Except for Chinese, wish they would do away with it though, ITS NOT FUN... I WISH I WAS STILL IN 2C, gosh, i miss the class, and the teachers and the other side of the block, wah-hah... aiya, what to do, not smart enough, never study harder, is like tt one, you get stuck in the block where all the ah-bengs and ah-lians gather. Very few civilised people there, all BARBARIANS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Shucks... ok, i shall write abt the week another day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&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/17753835-114310905934930265?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114310905934930265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114310905934930265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114310905934930265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114310905934930265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/pfffftttttt.html' title='Pfffftttttt...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114268613713123928</id><published>2006-03-18T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T04:48:57.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've had enough, enough of this life. Life sucks... LIFE SUCKS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114268613713123928?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114268613713123928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114268613713123928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114268613713123928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114268613713123928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114267216208827644</id><published>2006-03-18T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T00:56:02.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March Hols</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, so here's how i sum up my week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday: COMPLETELY BORING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thurday, Friday, Saturday: FINALLY SEEING THE OUTSIDE WORLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So take it from the experienced, always do finish your homework by the end of the first half of the week if not you'll be in deep crud. Yes, so anyway, I went to &lt;strong&gt;Marina &lt;/strong&gt;with &lt;strong&gt;Xiang and Co&lt;/strong&gt; to watch a movie, Initially our choice was Big Momma's House 2, but we changed our minds last minute and watched the movie &lt;strong&gt;Yours, Mine and Ours&lt;/strong&gt;. Being the person i am i doubted the show, thinking it was a second-rate copy-cat of &lt;strong&gt;Cheaper By The Dozen 2&lt;/strong&gt;... how wrong i was. The show was cool, i mean there was plenty of eye-candy, and the storyline's pretty good, and the plus side is you get to see familiar faces like&lt;strong&gt; Drake Bell&lt;/strong&gt; and the girl who plays his little sister in &lt;strong&gt;Drake and Josh&lt;/strong&gt;. You also get to see this guy who acted along side &lt;strong&gt;Ben Affleck&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Josh Hartnett&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;Pearl Harbour&lt;/strong&gt;, this blonde girl who acted in &lt;strong&gt;Air Bud Spikes Back,&lt;/strong&gt; this red-head who acted in &lt;strong&gt;Sky High&lt;/strong&gt;, and the little kids are absolutely adorable. So yes, and after which we went to Natasha's house, but for a short while before &lt;strong&gt;Xiang &lt;/strong&gt;had go off and i got a ride to the bus-stop from her dad. So that basically sums up Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, i had to wake up early, yes, early on a Saturday morning, no thanks to the oral session we have with&lt;strong&gt; Ms Puja&lt;/strong&gt;. BUT seriously, my oral really sucks. This is the reason why i never got an &lt;strong&gt;A*&lt;/strong&gt; for my &lt;strong&gt;PSLE&lt;/strong&gt;, plus having braces on makes it worse, you can't pronounce your sss, and a lot of saliva gets spit out [i pity the examiner]. OH GOSH! I really need help with my oral. Oh yes, then i got a lift from &lt;strong&gt;Natasha's&lt;/strong&gt; dad to&lt;strong&gt; Parkway&lt;/strong&gt; to meet my mum, we basically walked around and bought stuff. And then we ate at &lt;strong&gt;Jack's Place&lt;/strong&gt; BUT i splattered sauce over my white blouse, dang! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and before i got to &lt;strong&gt;Parkway&lt;/strong&gt; whilst waiting for my ride there, i went to the staff board, you know the one where they put pictures of all the teachers. I was looking at the&lt;strong&gt; Humanities Department&lt;/strong&gt; and boom! It hit me, &lt;strong&gt;Ms Koh&lt;/strong&gt; wasn't there, i really, really panicked. I have no idea if she has packed up and gone cause she refuses to say anything, plus it was too sudden and not to mention my fears of her not being in school on Monday were coming true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigh, Life SUCKS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But we have to go through it all the same. DANG IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Shucks, i think i shall retreat to my small corner and start being pathetic again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114267216208827644?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114267216208827644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114267216208827644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114267216208827644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114267216208827644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/march-hols.html' title='March Hols'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114249612335737083</id><published>2006-03-16T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T03:10:50.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COFFEE!!!???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I WANT COFFEE!!! COFFEEEE!!! COFFEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I dont believe this, my mum had to ban me from drinking coffee of all things, i like coffee, i love coffee, gimme coffee. Shucks, im addicted to the brownish-like liquid that when mixed with stuff like chocolate is absolutely delectable... GOSH IM DYING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Imagine being in a Cafe, but not being able to drink their ice-blended coffee, OH THE PAIN! OH THE HORROR! OH DOGGONE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sigh, was in Cafe Galilee with Shi Wei today, looked at the Ice-blended Mocha, Cappuccino, etc... i nearly died of practising self-control, I CANT BELIEVE I AGREED TO GO INTO A CAFE OF ALL PLACES! Of course, i kept a calm posture in front of Shi Wei, which is also the reason why i'm ranting about coffee in this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;THIS IS ADDICTION! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ok, i admit, people ban me from drinking coffee is to prevent me from becoming SUPER HYPER instead of just my normal hyper, but still i cant stand this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, and can you imagine Ms Lim dancing, no offence meant though, but i can't. The whole idea is just.. too.. weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;And my defintion of weird is more than just your average weird, cause i myself AM weird to begin with. Ok i think the butterscotch ice-cream i ate to curb my addiction to coffee is starting to take effect. The high sugar content is making me hyper, so no difference right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ok anyway gotta go eat something, quite hungry though i just ate... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114249612335737083?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114249612335737083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114249612335737083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114249612335737083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114249612335737083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/coffee.html' title='COFFEE!!!???'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114239810681962893</id><published>2006-03-15T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:48:26.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD BORED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, its the ultimate, i'm not only bored, i'm DEAD BORED. Is there nothing to do besides sitting in my tiny computer chair and staring at the glaring computer screen? What's more i haven't done my homework even though i've been stuck in the house. Anyway, visited some people's blog, sometimes i wonder, why are people's egos bigger than them, some people just have so much hot air in them. Oh, and i CANNOT stand some people who diss people off, thinking they're much better. i wish i could stuff his ego up his nose, too bad it's much bigger than that. Well, at most i could give him a knuckle sandwich, wonder if he would like it... hmm... and yes, if you're all wondering what happened to the moon at times when you don't see it, Xiang ate it, yes she did, i should try some time soon, Xiang told me it was delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I also hope somebody would quite giving me AP, you knw i would gladly give you double back and publicly humiliate you if a little angel on my shoulder wasn't holding me back. Hang on, maybe i should listen to the devil on the other shoulder, ya, that would mean plenty of bloodshed now wouldn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, now not only am i bored, i'm lame and angry, and lame and angry don't quite go well together on the same dish, you get disastrous results, like indigestion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah forget it, i'll see who wants to go out with me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114239810681962893?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114239810681962893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114239810681962893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114239810681962893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114239810681962893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/dead-bored.html' title='DEAD BORED'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114234557484393797</id><published>2006-03-14T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T06:14:43.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[no title]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When i was younger, i wondered why people would subject themselves to painful and torturous methods of suicide. I never could understand why people would even contemplate suicide when the world has so much to give to them. I saw those who cut their wrists in a bid to escape reality, weak-minded and foolish. I never gave death and its counterparts much thought, seeing as i had problems of my own, trivial but nevertheless important to me then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;As a child, i never experienced the despair and anguish death brought to others. My parents forbade me from accompanying them to attend funerals, so i never could visualise the scene of death. All i knew then, was that not a note of happiness could come out of it. As i grew older, the burdens of the world started piling on me. I could no longer ignore what i previously did not understand, pain, suffering. The more i knew, the less i understood, growing up wasn't what i thought it would be. I could no longer find a plausible outlet for my frustrations, or stress. I resorted to what i had previously saw to be under-handed to relieve the stress i was holding in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Everytime i encountered a problem i could not confront face on, an incarnadine line would appear on my left wrist the next day. The people around me no longer able to ignore my utter foolishness decided to pull me out of the quicksand i was in. They sounded me out, asking questions that i, myself could not answer. I did not know how and why i was in such a miserable and pathetic state, all i knew then was that it was starting to become an addiction, an addiction i would not be able to get rid of easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Different people came and past but all with the same objective in mind, to help me. I thought it was ridiculous, why wouldn't they leave me alone? This unhealthy obsession was something i would get over quickly, i did not see the need for them to be worried. However, it started to grow on me. I was no longer as innocent-minded, my deep, dark thoughts were frightening to the extent i contemplated many things, most of which are unmentionables. My outlook in life changed, i saw things in a darker light and always thought that they was no light at the end of the tunnel for me. I kept wondering why, why people had to go through so many trials and tribulations to even continue on with life. Life to me was cruel, heartless and cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The events that took place in my life, this life i'm leading caused a noticeable change. Thankfully, some people, people of significant standing in my life has suppressed this darkness that is creeping out of me slowly. Under the influence of these people, i would think, why am i subjecting myself to such means, why do i do this to myself? People spend their whole lives pursuing things that mean nothing when they die. Why do they see themselves as holding the weight of the world when there are many who are in a worser plight, facing death, sickness and poverty everyday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Things come and go and depression is just a passing phase in our lives. People experience at it one point or another, but bear my words in mind, just don't let it take charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok, i'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sorry for making it so long, try to enjoy reading it though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114234557484393797?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114234557484393797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114234557484393797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114234557484393797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114234557484393797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-title.html' title='[no title]'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114230832921487216</id><published>2006-03-14T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T06:16:01.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Came Across...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Came across quite a few things today and yesterday like for example the longest palindrome i have ever seen [ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.palindromelist.com/longest.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://www.palindromelist.com/longest.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;] and &lt;strong&gt;Hannah's&lt;/strong&gt; blog, and being the person i am never knew she transferred to&lt;strong&gt; TKGS&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh came across some one's email address, and now i'm hoping the person won't block me and also came across the fact in the newspaper that the stupid pop-up add for &lt;strong&gt;Winfixer&lt;/strong&gt; is a dud, thank&lt;strong&gt; God&lt;/strong&gt; i didn't install it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Right.. so far my day's been pretty ok. Started out in the morning dishevelled-looking+grumpy+swollen-eyed and went to breakfast. Ate frosted cornflakes which i flicked all over the floor, my little brother scolded me for it though, ironically enough. Drank a mixture of hot water and powdered chicken flavouring, and thought it was pretty nice though it was gross in my little brother's opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;After which i sat in my small, tiny computer chair and started staring at the computer screen, like i did yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114230832921487216?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114230832921487216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114230832921487216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114230832921487216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114230832921487216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/came-across.html' title='Came Across...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114224647690285483</id><published>2006-03-13T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T02:43:25.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheemology</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Never try to fathom how people like Samantha thinks. Just read her blog and i'm having a terrible headache. Can someone please ask the girl to use simpler words like red instead of incarnadine But i have to say, i did learn quite a few words from her, some extremely bombastic words i doubt even the English teachers would understand, where does this girl get her stuff anyway? Headache, headache, headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now i'm risking my neck for some one else, i'm hoping the person won' t tell on me. If HE does, i won't say a word ever again to him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, just did something which i think is quite brave of me. Still can't believe it though. ok anyway, gtg, my mum's gonna come in and drag me out soon, and she's still fuming. xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114224647690285483?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114224647690285483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114224647690285483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114224647690285483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114224647690285483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/cheemology.html' title='Cheemology'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114223713433608666</id><published>2006-03-13T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T00:07:58.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadistic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just realised&lt;strong&gt; Samantha&lt;/strong&gt; likes reading sadistic stuff, whilst talking to her, she quoted this quote: 'Currently, man &lt;strong&gt;cadge&lt;/strong&gt; one another. &lt;strong&gt;pusillanimous&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;hellacious&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;rapscillion&lt;/strong&gt; behaviour yar. hellbent on revenge for the slightest thing. all around people feel &lt;strong&gt;rancour &lt;/strong&gt;for their kind, thoroughgoing hatred for one another. people use &lt;strong&gt;rhetoric&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; facades&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;panegyric&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;equivocal eloquy&lt;/strong&gt; to "charm" others to get their own way. such &lt;strong&gt;egregious&lt;/strong&gt; behaviour leads to a decline in morality. and especially &lt;strong&gt;vituperative&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; vitriolic&lt;/strong&gt; language, &lt;strong&gt;ribald&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;risqué&lt;/strong&gt; humour is not uncommon either. &lt;strong&gt;skelms &lt;/strong&gt;involved in constant &lt;strong&gt;spoliation&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; sporadic &lt;/strong&gt;outbreaks of war.' I nearly died when i saw it, i was counting the number of words i didn't know that was in that quote itself, after which i spent my time searching the dictionary and this is what i found, or at least half of it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pusillanimous: cowardly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rancour: hatred or resenment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rhetoric: impressive language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panegyric: a speech/text of praise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Egregious: outstandingly bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I didn't bother searching the rest of the words, I'll stick to memorising the meanings of these few words first. I'm not afraid to admit i don't know many words, though i wish &lt;strong&gt;Xiang&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Natasha &lt;/strong&gt;would stop using the word &lt;strong&gt;'obfuscate'&lt;/strong&gt;, cause firstly, i already knw what it means, secondly, they're using it wrongly, i'm not trying to confuse them until my words are beyond their fathoming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, so far my day's kinda boring, so much for the holidays, the only thing i like is being able to sleep in. Other than that i just filed away my papers [hoo-ray for the teachers, they've been bugging me to do tt], and i spoke to a few ppl while on msn while drinking &lt;strong&gt;Ice-blended Oreo+Coffee bubble tea&lt;/strong&gt;, it was delectable though it gave me quite a stomachache after that due to its dairy-rich content. Sigh, im getting allergic to lactose which is bad, because i love cheese and anything rich in dairy content...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So yes, my day's been pretty boring beside the occassional aimless and crappy conversations i have with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114223713433608666?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114223713433608666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114223713433608666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114223713433608666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114223713433608666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/sadistic.html' title='Sadistic'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114216616421375717</id><published>2006-03-12T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T04:22:44.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrr...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/strong&gt; can't sing, heard her song, title's &lt;strong&gt;Screwed&lt;/strong&gt; i think. Oh gosh, it's kinda bad. Her voice goes up and down, up and down that sort of thing. Anyway I'm listening to &lt;strong&gt;A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes&lt;/strong&gt; by the &lt;strong&gt;Disney Channel Circle Of Stars&lt;/strong&gt;, it's so cool. All of them can sing, from &lt;strong&gt;Alyson Michalka&lt;/strong&gt; [1/2 of&lt;strong&gt; Aly and AJ&lt;/strong&gt;] and &lt;strong&gt;Ricky Ullman&lt;/strong&gt; both of whom are from&lt;strong&gt; Phil of The Future&lt;/strong&gt;, right down to &lt;strong&gt;Dylan and Cole Sprouse&lt;/strong&gt; from the &lt;strong&gt;Suite Life of Zack and Cody&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just watched &lt;strong&gt;Smallville&lt;/strong&gt;, the episode was&lt;strong&gt; Prodigal&lt;/strong&gt; i think, haha, &lt;strong&gt;Clark&lt;/strong&gt; got a job at &lt;strong&gt;The Talon&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Lana's&lt;/strong&gt; his boss... anyway, i was suppose to have &lt;strong&gt;French&lt;/strong&gt; lessons today but it was cancelled last minute. My ang moh teacher ain't teaching me anymore, now it's somebody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh,&lt;strong&gt; Aayla&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;American Idol&lt;/strong&gt; got kicked out, quite disappointing actually, i think she's got a lot of potential. But the pressure's on her, i mean why wouldn't it be, she's the senator's daughter or something like tt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna go back to watching &lt;strong&gt;The League Of Extraordinary Men&lt;/strong&gt;, ok, i forgot what i wanted to write, sigh... tell you another time, haha, xoxo &lt;strong&gt;Heather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114216616421375717?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114216616421375717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114216616421375717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114216616421375717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114216616421375717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/brrr.html' title='Brrr...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114206292514770953</id><published>2006-03-11T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T23:42:05.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duffer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am glad the hols are here, even if&lt;strong&gt; IT IS&lt;/strong&gt; one week. Anyway, what can i say, i had a pretty eventful week full of ups and plenty of downs. On &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;, i was being quite grouchy, most probably the Monday blues. During &lt;strong&gt;Add. Math Lecture&lt;/strong&gt; i was making fun and criticising the &lt;strong&gt;NIE teacher&lt;/strong&gt; who btw was so nervous his hand trembled and his lines were all squiggly. &lt;strong&gt;HELLO!&lt;/strong&gt; we're only students, kids, teens, whatever way you want to put it, we won't eat you up! Can someone please tell him that he is never going to pass like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, on &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;, i had my&lt;strong&gt; Chemistry and Physics&lt;/strong&gt; test, so far i got 13/15 for &lt;strong&gt;Physics&lt;/strong&gt; which is really good, cause i have never gotten that high for &lt;strong&gt;Physics &lt;/strong&gt;before. As for &lt;strong&gt;Chemistry&lt;/strong&gt;, i'm not quite sure yet as &lt;strong&gt;Mr Tan&lt;/strong&gt; plainly refused to give us back our paper due to the fact that many &lt;strong&gt;CCA leaders&lt;/strong&gt; were missing from our class. Anyway, after i had the test, i went for&lt;strong&gt; Badminton&lt;/strong&gt;. A first since the starting of this year. It was amazingly short because&lt;strong&gt; Band&lt;/strong&gt; interrupted our practice session by making a helluva noise in the hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; was relatively short and not much happened except i had &lt;strong&gt;Taekwando &lt;/strong&gt;which was so much fun as i was allowed to kick targets but on &lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;CCA leaders&lt;/strong&gt; had to go for the &lt;strong&gt;Sec 2 Cohort Camp&lt;/strong&gt;, i sat beside &lt;strong&gt;Cheryl Tang&lt;/strong&gt;, and was relatively quiet as compared to when i was sitting beside&lt;strong&gt; Lynette&lt;/strong&gt;, who craps a lot. And if I 'm not wrong, i was feeling kinda down that day, for reasons i shall not tell because it's kinda stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; was the worst amongst all the days. My stupid&lt;strong&gt; Chinese teacher&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;PMSing&lt;/strong&gt; and it so happened that i was her punching bag. She asked me to read out my mistakes in my compo in front of the whole class and wrote it down&lt;strong&gt; BIG&lt;/strong&gt; on the whiteboard. I started to cry, perhaps cause i was annoyed enough as it was. After which i got back to my table, I was so frustrated i couldn't find my pencil i started making quite a fair bit of noise with my stuff, she then flared up and shouted, asking me why i was throwing a temper. She asked if standing in front was embarrassing, &lt;strong&gt;OF COURSE IT WAS, YOU STUPID WOMAN&lt;/strong&gt;. Then she asked&lt;strong&gt; Xiang&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Xiang &lt;/strong&gt;told her a bit and in an attempt to defend her stand she told &lt;strong&gt;Xiang &lt;/strong&gt;off and said &lt;strong&gt;'WO BU FU QI. NI DENG YI XIA GEI WO LING WAI YI GE DA AN'&lt;/strong&gt;, that woman is mad i tell you, &lt;strong&gt;M-A-D&lt;/strong&gt;. Luckily for me, most of my friends were with me on this one because she scolded people for no obvious reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;She just broke the records in my files for being the meanest teacher yet. Otherwise i love all my other teachers, and i don't mind doing work for them.&lt;strong&gt; AND&lt;/strong&gt; if i were to do Chinese HW, it would be for myself and not tt idiot of a teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And ya, there's this moronic girl whos name shall remain undisclosed, who gives me this look of disdain upon meeting me when i have nothing to offend her guts, really... &lt;strong&gt;WHAT'S HER PROBLEM&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i think that is about it, haha, xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114206292514770953?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114206292514770953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114206292514770953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114206292514770953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114206292514770953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/duffer.html' title='Duffer'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114199699578326090</id><published>2006-03-10T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T05:23:15.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creeping Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Darkness is creeping up my veins like poison. It engulfs me, morphing me into a someone I'm not. The child-like innocence is no longer there, instead in its place an abyss of darkness, never-ending and frightening. I cannot contain it nor stop it, for I am after all a mere mortal powerless against darkness with such force. I disdain the hypocrites in all their glory, claiming to be someone they're certainly not, hiding secrets behind their deceptive mask of lies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so good at crapping... but does this prove why I scored for my compo, see what i am capable of and do not sneer at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Gonna start again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The world is distorted with corruption. The good has been condemned to the eternal depths of hell while the bad are slipping through the grasp of justice with means of origin, cunning and sly. Innocents die in vain, in war, while 'heroes' are hailed and shining in all their glory. However what good are heroes when they themselves are the villains, their true self concealed, afraid to show the world the ugly monsters they are. Killing and harming innocents for own gain is never good, and doing so for a rank, a title that is nothing more than words, is barbaric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i better stop i'm getting exhausted by all this hullaboo about writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tell you tmr about my week... xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S Don't mind me and my incessant babbling, in a day's time when im sane, i'll regret i made this weird post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114199699578326090?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114199699578326090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114199699578326090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114199699578326090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114199699578326090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/creeping-darkness.html' title='Creeping Darkness'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114148205022103937</id><published>2006-03-04T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T06:20:50.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, firstly, i just spent my day sitting on the couch watching 3 movies which were wickedly cool. First i watched this HK movie where there was so much killing and you would be wondering how many buckets can all tt blood shed fill. And then i watched &lt;strong&gt;Final Fantasy VII&lt;/strong&gt;, never been a sucker for this sorta movies, but i have to say, the movie was just&lt;strong&gt; A-W-E-S-O-M-E&lt;/strong&gt;, the graphics were top-notch, and the storyline though a little complicated was brilliant. Took a short lunch break before resuming with my movie marathon. After which watched an extremely cool anime movie &lt;strong&gt;Ah! My Goddess&lt;/strong&gt;. I thought it was good and i loved the storyline, and it just goes to show [you must watch the movie to understand this] the heart remembers more than the brain... a quote taken from &lt;strong&gt;Smallville&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Chloe Sullivan&lt;/strong&gt; after &lt;strong&gt;Clark Kent&lt;/strong&gt; has amnesia but still loves &lt;strong&gt;Lana Lang&lt;/strong&gt;, awww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And then, i moped around before watching another movie, this time more medievel sort of setting, and if i'm not wrong the title name was &lt;strong&gt;Dungeons and Dragons 2&lt;/strong&gt;, and i have to say, even though it seemed like a low-budget film, it ain't half bad. And then, we decided to stop after all our brains were spinning with complicated storylines and all that hullaboo. We turned to &lt;strong&gt;Channel 5&lt;/strong&gt; and watched a light-hearted movie about some guy by the name of &lt;strong&gt;Pluto Nash&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, check out the &lt;strong&gt;TK&lt;/strong&gt; school webbie and click on&lt;strong&gt; Pillars of TK&lt;/strong&gt;, after which, take an extremely close look at the pictures they put up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114148205022103937?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114148205022103937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114148205022103937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114148205022103937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114148205022103937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/movie-mania.html' title='Movie Mania'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114138730454215472</id><published>2006-03-03T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T05:27:15.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am pondering how to break the bad news to my mum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am pondering what to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am pondering when my Mum's coming home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am pondering why &lt;strong&gt;Ms Koh&lt;/strong&gt; lost her phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am pondering if i should ever be nicer to the guys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am pondering when &lt;strong&gt;Smallville&lt;/strong&gt; season 5's gonna air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was pondering if &lt;strong&gt;Ms Koh&lt;/strong&gt; was ever gonna reply my message [ But now i know ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was pondering when &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lim's&lt;/strong&gt; gonna come online [ Now she's online ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was pondering [earlier in sch] why &lt;strong&gt;Mrs Yeo&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to see me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was pondering why i had a sudden interest in&lt;strong&gt; Josh Groban's&lt;/strong&gt; type of music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was pondering who's the genius &lt;strong&gt;Yi'en &lt;/strong&gt;who scored like really high for the exams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was pondering when was &lt;strong&gt;Lana &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Clark &lt;/strong&gt;gonna kiss and make-up [ In the process of watching &lt;strong&gt;Smallville&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway today was fairly interesting... seeing as nearly half of the class faded into oblivion... nah, they all went for the CCA Leaders' Camp, but the teachers didn't really go through new lessons, they just made us do some questions, tts all. During Geog Elect, me, Cheryl Tan, Cheryl Tang and Selena talked about the boys in our class. Ok, and i admit... the NCC boys ARE cute, sorta anyway. Before that i had Add. Math and Ms Wang intentionally sat near me to disturb me and forced me to work under pressure...her idea of making me get rid of my nerves. Plus the one time i freaked, she smacked me on the arm, sigh, why are teachers always smacking me?After school, i went to see Mrs Yeo as mentioned, was a fairly short meeting as she just wanted to talk to me about something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;After that, i walked around for a while and went to the back to see if Ms Koh's car was there, i needed to ask her something you see so i was hoping she wasn't going for the camp you see. When i got to the staffroom the second time around, she was there but she had this serious look on her face and she was talking on the phone, so i decided not to disturb her and waited for her to come out. After which, she talked to several NCC [land] boys before me and Xiang actually managed to catch her before she entered the Staff Room. Ok and then we talked, and expectedly had some awkward moments in which neither party knew what to say, but it was nice talking to her even though the subject wasn't exactly anyone's definition of 'ideal'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway i got a fabulous 26/30 for my compo, haha. I should keep my ego in check, &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;remind me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh i also visited Ms Lim yesterday, seemingly decided after i barely talked for the earlier part of yesterday and Xiang Yu and Co decided that trip to Ms Lim's house would indefinitely cheer me up, how right they were. Met her adorable 'mutt' Mumbles, and he seemed relatively small even though in his pictures he seemed larger than life. We spent the most part in Ms Lim's house chatting and basically talking about school and all. It was really nice to hear frm her again, and, as i'm writing this, i'm under the impression that i'll be under close scrutiny from a certain someone who snoops around blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, Carrie Underwood just performed 'Jesus Take The Wheel' on American Idol and David, my favourite, dimpled, boyish, good-looking crooner, got kicked out, darn it. Sigh, i'm not sure if today's a good or bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114138730454215472?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114138730454215472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114138730454215472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114138730454215472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114138730454215472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/pondering.html' title='Pondering...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114111925159531561</id><published>2006-02-28T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T01:34:11.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually i contemplated writing something serious for this entry but withdrew it on second thought as i know it would show my weaknesses that i try oh-so-hard to hide. Anyway i had &lt;strong&gt;Physics&lt;/strong&gt; remedial but it wasn't forced as i had very willingly attended the lesson of my own accord, i flunked my &lt;strong&gt;Physics&lt;/strong&gt; remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then went home with &lt;strong&gt;Lynette &lt;/strong&gt;whom i guess was feeling in the 'bull-shitting' mood and both of us really said all that was non-sensical and crappy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;On the bus, I was watching this fashion show when i turned to &lt;strong&gt;Lynette &lt;/strong&gt;and said 'You know what, [this particular teacher], has a really bad sense of fashion', she nodded her head in total agreement and was like 'Ya, ya...' and i continued on saying 'Some teachers just don't look good,' and she said in reply 'Ya, remember this [particular top the teacher was wearing last time], you know if you put it on &lt;strong&gt;Mischa Barton&lt;/strong&gt; it would look gorgeous,' I laughed, nodding my head furiously and she continued on saying 'Imagine how it would look on &lt;strong&gt;Lana Lang&lt;/strong&gt;,' I quickly replied 'Use the name &lt;strong&gt;Kristin Kreuk&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;Kriiiisssstttiiinnn Krreuuukkk&lt;/strong&gt;!' i went on to say 'How bout' imagining it on some one closer to home... hmmm, like &lt;strong&gt;Ms Koh&lt;/strong&gt;,' She chuckled and went on to say that Ms Koh would also look good and something about &lt;strong&gt;Ms Koh's&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ms Goh's&lt;/strong&gt; hair, but i distinctly remembered saying 'I have forgotten the last time &lt;strong&gt;Ms Koh&lt;/strong&gt; let down her hair, and i have completely forgotten what it looks like!' haha, after which we both decided to make fun of the stereotype &lt;strong&gt;American-accented blondes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;'I was &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt;... doing this, and &lt;em&gt;oh my God&lt;/em&gt;, it was &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; so bad......' imitated &lt;strong&gt;Lynette &lt;/strong&gt;cracking me up, wasn't the first time she did it though, after which i decided to give a go '&lt;em&gt;Oh my God,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lynette&lt;/strong&gt;! You're&lt;em&gt; like&lt;/em&gt; so irritating, &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; really irritating, &lt;em&gt;oh my God&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;like &lt;/em&gt;stop it...' haha, i think we sounded really bimbotic but we had a good laugh before our fun had to abruptly end as &lt;strong&gt;Lynette &lt;/strong&gt;to go down the bus which annoyingly kept breaking down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;There's probably bits and pieces of the conversation missing because i can't include all parts, anyway , i gotta go eat my bar of chocolate that's melting due to this relatively long entry i'm typing, anyway, as usual, xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114111925159531561?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114111925159531561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114111925159531561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114111925159531561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114111925159531561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/like.html' title='Like...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114103199795314343</id><published>2006-02-27T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T01:20:01.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just realised how monotonous it is to read some one's blog in which all they ever do is talk about school... Oh btw i realised what Ms Koh seems to be chewing perpetually... gum, haha, weirdly enough. i thought she was just eating a snack or something, never did realised it was gum. Anyway, just read Amirul's blog, not tt i know him of course, just chanced upon it and thought it was so much fun reading it cause half the time he's bull-shitting... haha. Anyway, not a bad day, just got out of the room to stare at my lil brother who was screaming at the phone for God knows what reason, really annoying me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And oh right, talked to Ms Lim yesterday and she researched on self-injurious behaviour, and the book she had was so darn accurate i'm wondering where she got it from. And you know what? i think i have a big ego... ok, maybe i DO have a big ego, i showed off my Chem paper for the whole world to see, exhibiting arrogance which probably annoyed many, sorry about that though, haha, was too over-excited and ecstatic too care what people thought then. I wish i was a little less hyper sometimes, though it's part of who i am, making me unique. haha, but hang on... i'm also very klutzy, i can lose my balance just standing still, weirdly enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually, i've got plenty to say this time, many of which aren't nice cause it involves condemning some people, not teachers though, haha, cause i think that they're the greatest. Anyway gotta eat my Crunchie bar and check if there's Smallville today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. leave a tag if you can, flood my chatterbox, i don't care, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114103199795314343?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114103199795314343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114103199795314343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114103199795314343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114103199795314343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/boring.html' title='Boring!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-114085760030599056</id><published>2006-02-25T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T00:56:56.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deprived...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry for not blogging for so long.. cant blame me cause my internet kept going berserk... anyway had a lot of things happening, had &lt;strong&gt;Common Test&lt;/strong&gt; this week, so far only gotten back &lt;strong&gt;Physics &lt;/strong&gt;which i failed miserably in because the paper was so darn difficult, but i studied ok! &lt;strong&gt;Ms Goh&lt;/strong&gt; spent at least one period telling me that i didn't do as badly as the rest, she was checking through the paper telling me that i did quite ok, and she added a mark! haha, but not out of sympathy [i hope not]. Oh and i'm trying to remember what happened last week... Oh yes, i was about to bitch about a certain someone last week, but didn't happen cause my laptop's keys were really ruined and i couldn't type. Oh and i just spent the last 3 hours or so playing &lt;strong&gt;Warcraft III&lt;/strong&gt;, not a bad game though, gets a bit monotonous after a while, building, killing, building, killing, building... you get what i mean. Planned to have a sleepover at &lt;strong&gt;Jillene's house&lt;/strong&gt; but didn't quite happen as i wanted to go home and sleep in my &lt;strong&gt;OWN&lt;/strong&gt; bed instead. Also went ice-skating, and guess what... i felt flat on my butt with all limbs facing the sky [or rather the ceiling in this sense], but quite an improvement seeing i was a bit more daring and could skate a little faster, im still quite bad at roller-blading though which is weird cause the 2 are inter-related.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and i just watched &lt;strong&gt;Walk The Line&lt;/strong&gt;, the one with &lt;strong&gt;Joaquin Phoenix&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Reese Witherspoon&lt;/strong&gt;... i thought it was great but a bit slow-moving for me, at the same time i munched the cookies my mum baked yesterday and they taste uncannily like &lt;strong&gt;Famous Amos&lt;/strong&gt;, haha. Oh, and i &lt;strong&gt;HAVEN'T&lt;/strong&gt; watched a single episode of &lt;strong&gt;Smallville&lt;/strong&gt; for the whole of this week, i'm so deprived of &lt;strong&gt;Super Villains&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Super Heroes&lt;/strong&gt;... Sigh, and when in the world is &lt;strong&gt;Smallville Season 5&lt;/strong&gt; going to come out in &lt;strong&gt;Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;? i'm gonna kill Mediacorp i tell you if they don't air it or if they do air it but at a time i can't watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;What else did i want to say, hmm... Oh right, going to have &lt;strong&gt;French&lt;/strong&gt; tuition tomorrow, and my teacher's a real &lt;strong&gt;French&lt;/strong&gt;, at least that's what my mum told me cause i haven't met the teacher yet, i hope she's nice and not like those stereotypes &lt;strong&gt;Ms prim and proper&lt;/strong&gt; kind of French teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Shucks... i really have forgotten all i wanted to say the last 2 weeks... Sigh... never mind, tell you when i do remember, anyway gonna go, xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-114085760030599056?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114085760030599056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=114085760030599056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114085760030599056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/114085760030599056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/deprived.html' title='Deprived...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-113973136667498000</id><published>2006-02-12T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T00:02:46.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, just a quick entry... i had visitors over yesterday and they were a really naughty bunch, seeing as they were all kids and a few with serious mental problems... anyway as the kids [or rather baby goats as Chang Ling calls them] kept annoying me yesterday, i tried my darndest to keep them from typing on my keyboard stuff that didn't make sense... in the end i got fed-up [as usual] and screamed at them... i pushed them out of my room one by one and locked the door firmly behind me, they however realised that the key to my bedroom was in the most obvious place ever, my doorknob... they struggled with the keys, trying to open my door but unfortunately for them, you need to use pliers to turn the keys 180 degrees before it opens. so in the end, my Mum did me a favour and asked them to quit bothering me [thank goodness]. And i ate quite a lot yesterday... mostly popiah and some snacks, so i was quite full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, the party officially ended at like 7 the morning when the adults ended their mahjong sessions, but truth be truth, i absolutely detest gambling with money. I mean whoever created Blackjack or Mahjong must be outta of their mind. Ok, i shan't rattle on, my computer's lagging and... i have a ton of homework and lots of revising to do before 6 if i want to catch Smallville that is. gtg, xoxo Heather... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-113973136667498000?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/113973136667498000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=113973136667498000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/113973136667498000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/113973136667498000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/quickie.html' title='Quickie...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-113956795279439407</id><published>2006-02-10T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T21:25:06.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave Me Alone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me do the things i wanna do, Like singing without you making fun of me... or talking about things that i like talking about... or shouting expletives across the room without you scolding me, i have freedom of speech after all. Anyway, i have been extremely snappy today, must be the lack of sleep snowballing from one day to another. Poor&lt;strong&gt; Lynette&lt;/strong&gt;, she had to take all my nonsense and tolerate my extreme mood-swings. I guess i'm just a little stressed out, &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; lacking of &lt;strong&gt;SLEEP! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I went out to lunch with &lt;strong&gt;Xiang and co&lt;/strong&gt; today. I was throwing a fit about the choice of place, i had no intention whatsoever of going into a wet [it rained] kopitiam and eat. In the end we all settled on &lt;strong&gt;KFC&lt;/strong&gt;, and i ordered quite a lot... i couldn't finish my cheese fries because it was getting grosser by the second and i was getting so full, i would have puked... And then we contemplated visiting &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lim&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Xiang&lt;/strong&gt; made me call her 3 times. Unfortunately, as i predicted, she wasn't home as she was at school which was really no surprise since &lt;strong&gt;IT IS&lt;/strong&gt; after all the releasing of the &lt;strong&gt;O Level&lt;/strong&gt; results. Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lim&lt;/strong&gt; said she was going out after that anyway so no point visiting her [but i think that its more like her home being extremely messy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Which reminds me, i have my own common test to worry about. &lt;strong&gt;Mr Tan&lt;/strong&gt; gave me a thick revision worksheet for the common test, while &lt;strong&gt;Ms Wang&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ms Tan&lt;/strong&gt; gave us more work than usual. Actually... come to think about it, its about the same amount of &lt;strong&gt;HW&lt;/strong&gt; everyday... hmm, oh and &lt;strong&gt;Ms Wang&lt;/strong&gt; talked to me while i was standing outside the classrooms waiting for &lt;strong&gt;Xiang Yu&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Natasha&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Janice&lt;/strong&gt; to emerge from the classroom after their presumably dreadful &lt;strong&gt;Literature test&lt;/strong&gt;. Back to my point, &lt;strong&gt;Ms Wang&lt;/strong&gt; was talking to me about how she noticed i got all jittery during tests [no matter how insignificant they were]. She said i should treat it as an everyday thing, which in more ways than one i agree with [i'm gonna have a lifetime of tests/exams coming my way]. She said i knew my stuff but just that i go haywire during the tests. Anyway she gave me advice on timing myself and all which is good because in my opinion if i can't beat it, at least i can control it to a certain extent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and guess what? i got &lt;strong&gt;9.5/15&lt;/strong&gt; for my &lt;strong&gt;Geography Elect test&lt;/strong&gt;, i was sorta of happy but at the same time disappointed because i didn't have good time management resulting in me losing a lot of marks for the questions i never fully answered... &lt;strong&gt;AND &lt;/strong&gt;not to mention i wrecked my brain just studying for the test alone. &lt;strong&gt;Mrs Yeo&lt;/strong&gt; could have at least given me sympathy marks for my last question, even though i admit i answered it halfway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I almost forgot, i met &lt;strong&gt;Gernaine &lt;/strong&gt;on the bus and chatted with her, then she stuffed one side of her earplugs into my ears and guess what it was playing. &lt;strong&gt;Jay Chou's 'Qi Li Xiang'&lt;/strong&gt; or something like that, but it was a great song, except i had no idea what &lt;strong&gt;Jay Chou&lt;/strong&gt; was singing [although i think it's probably my &lt;strong&gt;Chinese&lt;/strong&gt; thats the problem here].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok gtg, tell you more about when i do remember what i wanna write. xoxo &lt;strong&gt;Heather&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S Pardon me for my horrid english, im a tad too tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-113956795279439407?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/113956795279439407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=113956795279439407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/113956795279439407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/113956795279439407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/leave-me-alone.html' title='Leave Me Alone!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17753835.post-113938941741739635</id><published>2006-02-08T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T01:03:37.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Hell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I failed my friggin' test, great... oh my freaking gosh, i know the formulas and all but i always make really stupid mistakes. Oh and guess what? During my &lt;strong&gt;E Math&lt;/strong&gt; test, i was so freaked out i kept muttering to myself [or rather for the ppl around me to hear] 'Fuck, fuck, fuck this stupid qtn...' oh my gosh, the first time i ever linked so many expletives into one bloody sentence. And after the test i shouted aloud for the whole world to hear 'Fuck the stupid &lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt; test'. I'm very sure i'm gonna fail my&lt;strong&gt; E Math&lt;/strong&gt;, i already failed my &lt;strong&gt;A Math&lt;/strong&gt;. You know i really should stop swearing and cursing so much, it reflects badly on me, but im proud that i didn't really swear today... actually the only day where i cursed and swore like mad was&lt;strong&gt; E Math Test&lt;/strong&gt; day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway i &lt;strong&gt;CANNOT&lt;/strong&gt; believe that &lt;strong&gt;Edward &lt;/strong&gt;actually tried to console me when i started crying because of my &lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt; test [i didn't want to cry, but you knw me... over-emotional], he was like 'Take it easy... It's only a &lt;strong&gt;Math Test'&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;Cheryl [Tan]&lt;/strong&gt; on the otherhand consoled me too but at the same time asking &lt;strong&gt;Edward &lt;/strong&gt;to shut up cause she thinks he's making it worse, but whatever, I'm not really sure anyway... And &lt;strong&gt;Ian&lt;/strong&gt;, actually took my water-bottle to the &lt;strong&gt;Boy's Toilet&lt;/strong&gt; and God knows what he did to it... when i asked he was like 'I raped your water-bottle'... if i weren't practising self-control, i would have chopped his head off, using the new technique i learnt at &lt;strong&gt;Taekwando&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh by the way, &lt;strong&gt;Taekwando&lt;/strong&gt; really left me with a lot of sore muscles but it was fun even though the instructor said it was the &lt;strong&gt;'Warm-up of all warm-ups'&lt;/strong&gt;. haha, WHATEVER! Don't think just because you black-belt can try to scare us, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and this week is really crappy, got so many tests, and i think i failed every friggin' one of them. But the tests can go to hell right now, cause i ain't in the best of moods [obvious right?]. Oh and we had this stupid performance about &lt;strong&gt;Sun Wukong&lt;/strong&gt; and his &lt;strong&gt;Jin Gu Bang&lt;/strong&gt;... super lame i tell you... if it weren't for the phony make-up and costumes perhaps i would have liked it... oh and the dialogue was horrid, they can't speak proper &lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt; for nuts... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh... and &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lim&lt;/strong&gt;... please, please come back... &lt;strong&gt;WHY QUIT!!!&lt;/strong&gt; better than being super kong xian and having nothing to do right??!! I cannot walk pass the staffroom without feeling sad now... &lt;strong&gt;AHHHHH!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Which reminds me... after &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lim&lt;/strong&gt; left, many are speculating that &lt;strong&gt;Ms Koh's&lt;/strong&gt; gonna leave next... i hope not though...&lt;strong&gt; I REALLY HOPE NOT!!!&lt;/strong&gt; BUT only &lt;strong&gt;Ms Koh &lt;/strong&gt;can confirm that right now or... maybe i should ask &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lim&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;DUNNO LAR!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm just damn annoyed at all this nonsense about teachers leaving and all. Maybe I'm annoyed because, again, i didn't know &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lim&lt;/strong&gt; was giving &lt;strong&gt;English Tuition&lt;/strong&gt; until &lt;strong&gt;Xiang Yu&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Natasha &lt;/strong&gt;told me so... Oh God! Why am i so left out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Argh... i shouldn't blame anyone for my plight... after all, im the &lt;strong&gt;'Blur-est'&lt;/strong&gt; of them all... Oh and now that i'm feeling a tad better after typing all this, i apologise for certain expletives i used in the course of writing this entry... it was just to illustrate how frustrated i am and i know im not exactly writing in proper English... anyway, gtg... don't want my Mum catching me on the computer... xoxo Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17753835-113938941741739635?l=anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/feeds/113938941741739635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17753835&amp;postID=113938941741739635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/113938941741739635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17753835/posts/default/113938941741739635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anti-ist--stuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-hell_08.html' title='Oh Hell...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255917995135788699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
