<?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-4353695892601087919</id><updated>2011-12-05T01:58:31.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Somewhere out there;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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>356</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-4948209561968750757</id><published>2011-03-03T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:04:50.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slapdash-ed.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-4948209561968750757?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/4948209561968750757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=4948209561968750757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/4948209561968750757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/4948209561968750757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2011/03/moved-slapdash-ed.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-7685974100112139353</id><published>2009-01-31T22:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:26:14.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss yourself goodbye</title><content type='html'>I don't know where to start from. So I won't start maybe. Sometimes words just fail to convey emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO KNOW,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWRRRR D:&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're happy now.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be happy, though &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder how&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-7685974100112139353?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/7685974100112139353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=7685974100112139353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7685974100112139353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7685974100112139353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/kiss-yourself-goodbye.html' title='kiss yourself goodbye'/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-672526081896636010</id><published>2009-01-31T17:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:17:21.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;   Nothing's gonna change destiny;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SYQdCvLv3lI/AAAAAAAAARI/rJxEYwfHq1o/s1600-h/Clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SYQdCvLv3lI/AAAAAAAAARI/rJxEYwfHq1o/s200/Clock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297390994557230674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Training today was tiring, but fun &lt;3 I was super blur when we did drill 27, I didn't go for the balls when it's my turn, and ran for the ball when it wasn't -.- My head was like spinnninggggzxc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, Jas and I went to Joy's house! the initial plan was to go to Toapayoh to eat lunch, but Joy's mom cooked pasta (omg so NICE) so we went to Joy's house to eat! :D Haha her house is so convenient, 3 min walk to the Mrt,  and direct bus to RGS! O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas and I bai4nian2-ed with Joy's mom, and she gave us angpaos! After lunch, I rushed off to United Square, and Abigail and Shang taught me how to do my maths! :/ I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; understood a bit more. /: AND I FINISHED MY MATHS HOMEWORK, FOR ONCE. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I sent the longest sms I've ever sent in my whole life today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;SIX&lt;/span&gt; pages long, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;(before)&lt;br /&gt;x: are you going visiting today?&lt;br /&gt;me: no.&lt;br /&gt;x: wa why so dao...&lt;br /&gt;me: er. you asked me a yes or no question what.&lt;br /&gt;x: can at least say more right?&lt;br /&gt;me:&lt;br /&gt;no i'm not going visiting today, i'm going to do homework, my senior's gonna teach me at united square's basement's macdonalds and we're meeting at 12:31:14 with two large sized cokes to drink and i'm going to do 3 maths worksheets: 1,2 and 3. Then after that i'm going to walk to Novena mrt and take train to newton before taking bus 171 home. The journey takes around thirty to fifty minutes. I'm going to alight at the bus stop opposite my condo, then i'm going to cross the overhead bridge by climing(and descending) 32 steps, and continue walking until i reach my condo's sidegate, then take out the key from my bag and unlock the gate, before walking in. Then i take 132 steps to my block, which is block 41. I take out my wallet which contains the keycard and opens the main gate, before taking the lift up to the 7th floor then going into my house after unlocking the door. The whole journey takes around sixty minutes. To be continued. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Enough already&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol I spent more than 5 minutes typing that! ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;so what's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; truth?&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 182, 109);font-family:Myriad Web Pro;" &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/4353695892601087919-672526081896636010?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/672526081896636010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=672526081896636010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/672526081896636010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/672526081896636010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothings-gonna-change-destiny-training.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SYQdCvLv3lI/AAAAAAAAARI/rJxEYwfHq1o/s72-c/Clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-7082303724994469913</id><published>2009-01-30T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:19:46.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Free</title><content type='html'>It's 11:17 pm now, and I'm freaking out over stupid algebra expansion factorisation crap.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO AT ALL. Laugh all you want ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue living in the self denial that I love math, math is so simple to me, and I'm acing it. Maybe one day it'll be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-7082303724994469913?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/7082303724994469913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=7082303724994469913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7082303724994469913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7082303724994469913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/everybodys-free.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Free'/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-2727921338929488258</id><published>2009-01-30T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:47:24.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They say a Hero can save us,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They say a Hero can save us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SYKvwRqqMWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/IN_C_o9wTiA/s1600-h/Macho_Hero_by_tickledpinky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SYKvwRqqMWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/IN_C_o9wTiA/s200/Macho_Hero_by_tickledpinky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296989355652034914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in ages since my RGS life started,&lt;br /&gt;I came home straight after school, on a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;TO SLEEP AND SLACK.&lt;br /&gt;YAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My usual let's-go-somewhere-and-mug-after-school friends are all busy today ): Ashley has DRUMMING lesson &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(how cool is that)&lt;/span&gt; with her weirdly-named-teacher-who's-really-good-at-drumming, and Shimei has to go make her Netts card (why's everyone starting to get credit cards!) with her dad, Charlene has training. Kailing has to go home because her parents aren't working today. And everyone else I want to go out with are all busy (WHY!): today.  So I decided to... come home. I'm sure Leti would be very shocked to see this ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while Jodie, Bella and I were walking to the bus stop, we noticed that many of the patches of grass outside the school have turned brown, when they used to be green way back last year. And when I'm walking home, I noticed that the grass along the pavement are turning brown too.&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global warming is so serious!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really really lazy to take public transport sometimes. Like after training, I'll ask my dad to come and pick me up. Or I'll just take taxi back. :/ Or we'll carpool Joy to Braddell/Toa Payoh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I hate it when it's some festive season and our teachers just dump homework at us, as though they get paid for each piece of paper they throw at us. Actually, technically, they &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; get paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up I wanna be a teacher and bully all my pupils by giving them lots of homework everyday and demanding them to submit their completed homework by the next day or else they'll get a SOM record.&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHHAZ.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I won't, that's just so disgusting to even think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I shall shut up and go sleep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but have we reached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-2727921338929488258?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/2727921338929488258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=2727921338929488258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/2727921338929488258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/2727921338929488258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-say-hero-can-save-us.html' title='They say a Hero can save us,'/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SYKvwRqqMWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/IN_C_o9wTiA/s72-c/Macho_Hero_by_tickledpinky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-3154311561428972325</id><published>2009-01-29T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:48:20.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Tag replies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cass: HEYYY (: Hahah i linked you since... long time ago :/ I'll relink, sooooon! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: HHAHAHA AHEM YOUR HEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura: you too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese: ): SORRY LAH I'm not in UG. BUT IT'S DAMN COOL HOW SYNCHRO YOU GUYS ARE OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boh: HAHA YO. MISS YOU &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther: DELETED (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther: siao like they'll be here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char: haha lazy. DELETE. PHYSIOOOOOZXC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akoo: haha yeah I notice :/ but I'm lazy to edit :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese: YEAH IT IS. SHE'S JUST JEALOUS THAT SHE DOESN'T HAVE IT LAH WTH. Farquhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-3154311561428972325?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/3154311561428972325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=3154311561428972325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3154311561428972325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3154311561428972325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-replies-cass-heyyy-hahah-i-linked.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-8154388843029777588</id><published>2009-01-29T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:34:05.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I REALLY NEED TO JUST SHUT UP AND SLEEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my body clock is screwed up, I want to sleep during the day and at night I just can't fall asleep even after lying in bed &lt;s&gt;counting sheep&lt;/s&gt; for half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;My dark eye circles are developing so fast and noticeably that they're gross and disgusting! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall do a proper post.&lt;br /&gt;During training today, Ms Chng said something that made me realise that we, as a team, are going to show what we've worked so hard for, BY WINNING THE ZONALS. MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chng said something like "C'div has never gotten 3rd for zonals before, always either 1st or 2nd. (which isn't exactly true... :/) So you guys cannot break the chain!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha and on day of our first match, Ama wrote us a letter. And it was then when I realise that we really all have to work hard, whether we're playing or not. Because our seniors, including those in batches wayyyy before us, had all worked hard and won many competitions, giving us the "Raffles Netball Legacy" for us to keep up to.&lt;br /&gt;So no matter now tired we are, we must still try to work hard for the team, because it's not just an individual thing! And we must also continue the "legacy", which our seniors have painstakingly built up!&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds cheesy, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH oops.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks Evan for being the motivational captain, always telling us to work hard and informing us about trainings, etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks everyone else, for..... simply being in the team!&lt;br /&gt;Awww. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I love Raffles Netball&lt;/span&gt;, so so so much.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and I know it's useless to just say say say then no actions. But I'm trying, and I will! And I'm feeling sentimental, so I blog :D heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nights! Hope you like the new skin. I'm probably gonna change it soon though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Charlene WE GO PHYSIO THIS SAT KAY? THANKSSSSSS &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;a thousand miles seems pretty far,&lt;br /&gt;but they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-8154388843029777588?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/8154388843029777588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=8154388843029777588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8154388843029777588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8154388843029777588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/thousand-miles-seems-pretty-far.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-5368036772883273115</id><published>2009-01-29T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:30:36.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;what happened in school today, elaine, my self?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA omg, the poem (I forgot what it's called but it's so weird): that Mrs Leslie showed us was SO RETARDED, and I didn't understand what it meant. Plus there were funny funny lines which no one knew the meanings, and we had to do choral reading. So everyone was giggling like idiots, hahaha so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was okay lah, but the lessons were SOOO BORING. But yay, Elaine survived yet another tedious day in RGS. :D YIPEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training today! First part of the training (after the long run) I felt like fainting. Like it was dizzy totally -.- Then for some reason, after I did the sprints, I felt better. Carpooled Joy's car with Jas and Bekah to Bradell/Braddel! Then Jas ask Bekah and I to prank call someone. But not fun one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bekah: We're talent searchers for Singapore Idol and we think you have the potential. Are you interested?&lt;br /&gt;Person: No bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST SAY SOMETHING INTERESTING LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;"SIAO ARH, I went last year, I won already, cannot go again!"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha okay. That's so Jaslin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, dinner with Shang and rest!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I was asked to go though. I just sat there and listened to them chat and complained about RGS' strict rules and annoying teachers and taiwanese dramas. ._. haha but it was fun though :D Sorry (if anyone of you happen to be here -.-) for leaving so abruptly and without saying goodbye! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD MORE INTERESTING STUFF TO BLOG ABOUT. BUT I FORGOT. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;for I fain wad lie down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-5368036772883273115?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/5368036772883273115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=5368036772883273115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/5368036772883273115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/5368036772883273115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-happened-in-school-today-elaine-my.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-407175896828080055</id><published>2009-01-28T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:24:37.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't go to school today: sick.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what happened, but apparently missed out on a lot! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Saturday was lousy. Fell sick, didn't really train because my head hurt like hell and I was like banging my head with my hands. Then after training went to Jaslin's house and did my homework. Then went home on 156 and met this super annoying ticket checker (yeah i know, so outdated) who woke me up from my soooooo desired sleep. She asked me to show her my ez-link card, then she started nagging on and on and on about how i shouldn't be pasting some CUTE sticker on my card and that she has the authority to retain my card blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;So annoying. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY was tiring what with all the visitings and stuff. But it wasn't really fun, because I was sick. Couldn't it much food ): But apparently a lot of people are sick now, haha&lt;br /&gt;blog more another day. lousy post today. lazeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy CNY everyone(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-407175896828080055?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/407175896828080055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=407175896828080055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/407175896828080055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/407175896828080055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/didnt-go-to-school-today-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-2654038365560926390</id><published>2009-01-24T21:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:10:33.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[deleted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;That's so hilarious! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM VERY ANGRY WITH BLOGGER.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAPPENED TO MY NYPS POST. THEY DELETED IT. OR PART OF IT. SO IT DIDN'T MAKE SENSE. SO I DELETED EVERYTHING. SCREW BLOGGER ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-2654038365560926390?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/2654038365560926390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=2654038365560926390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/2654038365560926390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/2654038365560926390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/esther-loves-her-red-cross-mam-wan-jiun.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-3338774818521024593</id><published>2009-01-22T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:04:52.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Raffles Netball for having won the matches so far!&lt;br /&gt;Although we all know that it's not the best we can do, I've seen many people improve on court. Like Amelia, good job Lau, you shots really improved a lot today. (haha I don't think you'll be readinggg this, but it's nice to credit you for your good work!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like Bekah said, everyone still needs to communicate more. So lets hope everyone learns from the mistakes and the tips that everyone has shared with each other, and continue to strive on! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Andd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELI! (:&lt;br /&gt;I hope we managed to surprise you today, your SHOCKED face was so... funny! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you like the present that we've given you, and of course your very speshul one-of-a-kind birthday 'card'! :D I bet you haven't received such things before lorrr.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you're a wonderful junior! :D Like seriously. And retarded too (:&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy your first teenage year and hopefully you'll have many many many more coooooool teen years to come! :D&lt;br /&gt;OH.&lt;br /&gt;And you can actually like officially watch PG13 movies. Although no one really cares how old a person watching a PG13 movie is.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;And 3 more years to NC16 movie.&lt;br /&gt;I ONLY HAVE 2 MORE TO GO. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-3338774818521024593?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/3338774818521024593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=3338774818521024593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3338774818521024593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3338774818521024593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/firstly-congrats-raffles-netball-for.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-8463062036063897861</id><published>2009-01-21T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:39:02.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2009 has had a very bad start,&lt;br /&gt;what with all the... problems going on, and our fellow Rafflesians and loved ones for others, leaving us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope that these will probably be blessings in disguise (in a way, somehow) to us,&lt;br /&gt;and pray that the rest of 2009 will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that everyone around me will enjoy their life to their fullest and maintain good health. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-8463062036063897861?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/8463062036063897861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=8463062036063897861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8463062036063897861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8463062036063897861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-has-had-very-bad-start-what-with.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-2791888941972639884</id><published>2009-01-21T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:43:51.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-2791888941972639884?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/2791888941972639884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=2791888941972639884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/2791888941972639884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/2791888941972639884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-6947743112341965187</id><published>2009-01-19T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:01:53.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For a friend, who's feeling troubled by whatever she has. Don't give up, stay strong! (:&lt;br /&gt;(and for myself too, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;And everyone else who're feeling trapped and burdened, whatever. (:&lt;br /&gt;MAY YOU BE FREE OF TROUBLES &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Crash and Burn - Savage Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;And the world has turned its back on you&lt;br /&gt;Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to find relief and people can be so cold&lt;br /&gt;When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you cant take anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one you call&lt;br /&gt;If you jump I'll break your fall&lt;br /&gt;Lift you up and fly away with you into the night&lt;br /&gt;If you need to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I can mend a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;If you need to crash then crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;And a loyal friend is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;You're caught in a one way street&lt;br /&gt;With the monsters in your head&lt;br /&gt;When hopes and dreams are far away and&lt;br /&gt;You feel like you cant face the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Let me be the one you call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you jump I'll break your fall&lt;br /&gt;Lift you up and fly away with you into the night&lt;br /&gt;If you need to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I can mend a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;If you need to crash then crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there has always been heartache and pain&lt;br /&gt;And when its over &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;you'll breathe again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll breath again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;And the world has turned its back on you&lt;br /&gt;Give me a moment please&lt;br /&gt;To tame your wild wild heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one you call&lt;br /&gt;If you jump I'll break your fall&lt;br /&gt;Lift you up and fly away with you into the night&lt;br /&gt;If you need to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I can mend a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;If you need to crash &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;then crash and burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-6947743112341965187?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/6947743112341965187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=6947743112341965187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6947743112341965187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6947743112341965187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-friend-whos-feeling-troubled-by.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-505087378191400300</id><published>2009-01-19T22:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:19:23.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIN CHIH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue working hard for Raffles Netball. It's AWESOME to have you as a teammate, and always hearing you cheering us on! (: Though things may not always go the way you(we) want, I know you'll continue working very very very hard and we'll all achieve what we want together! &lt;3 ILY TEAMMATE (:&lt;br /&gt; Hahahah &lt;s&gt;mushy&lt;/s&gt; O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG REPLIES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, tag more tag more! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaslin&lt;/span&gt;: Hahah tooo bad for you! My mortal finally replied me today, o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jf&lt;/span&gt;: HELLO(: haha thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jodi&lt;/span&gt;: HI (:  Hahaha siao, later your teacher scold me for delivering you food! Or she confiscate it. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kailing&lt;/span&gt;: hahah you know the truth. IT IS FUNNY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicolette&lt;/span&gt;: yes man, I agree with you! &lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elaine (hhaah i'm silly I'm replying myself!): HELLO ELAINE&lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shimei: -.- IT'S FINE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheese&lt;/span&gt;: whatever! NOW mine's prettayer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seth&lt;/span&gt;: HAHAH once again, IT'S FINE NOW :D thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOONXIN&lt;/span&gt;: I'm not crazy :/ okay. FINE IF YOU SEE IT THAT WAY! Hahah I don't want to be honoured, I wanna be the Queen of the World! :D -shoots self for lameness-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOONXIN&lt;/span&gt;: It's sleeping under my desk. Don't worry. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaslin&lt;/span&gt;: WHATEVER-.- Haaha okay next time I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaslin&lt;/span&gt;: O: okay, smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicolette&lt;/span&gt;: Nah I think cbox screwed up itself. Oh wellzxc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mich&lt;/span&gt;: Just now it was really fat and ugly and huge ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-505087378191400300?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/505087378191400300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=505087378191400300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/505087378191400300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/505087378191400300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-replies-hahaha-tag-more-tag-more-d.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-7630114425668441205</id><published>2009-01-19T19:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:07:55.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perhaps we've accepted so many favors from each other, that we've forgotten to say '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;'?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we've seen each other so much, that we've forgotten to say '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;hi&lt;/span&gt;' every time we meet?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we're so used to each others' mistakes, that we've forgotten to say '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;'?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we've be so used to each other, that we've forgotten to show that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;we still care&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we've lived together for so long, that we've forgotten we're &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;still a family&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we've done so much for each other, we can no longer see &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;each others' efforts&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps... They were just mistakes on my behalf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I don't believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes aren't made to make the world a sinful place. Mistakes are made so that we can  from it. It's human nature to err and sin. He who does not sin is God. Similarly, it's human nature to find it hard to own up to your own mistakes. It's human nature to cover up for what you've done wrong. It's human nature to find it hard to accept the truth. But those who admit to their mistakes&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;will learn&lt;/span&gt; from them. They will become better, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is it that even though I've taken a step in, all I see is the indifference in your attitudes towards every matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I'm always the one expected to be constantly improving and making myself better,  while the rest of you just sit around shaking legs, playing with your toys, having a headache over your ever-so-important-stock-market, attending your can't-be-missed-yoga-lessons?&lt;br /&gt;Are they really more important than everyone else in this.. 'family'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak louder than words. So stop giving me your fake speeches and do something about this. Or at least,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; show me something&lt;/span&gt; about this place that is worth me wanting to truly belong to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Netball game tomorrow, I'm not playing but I'm freaking out! We didn't perform during match vs Cedar today. Let's hope everyone learn from today's mistakes and perform to our fullest tomorrow (:&lt;br /&gt;"Never, ever underestimate our opponents!"&lt;br /&gt;Haha Boh, this is our cue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, NO TIME FOR LOSERS!"&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Go Raffles Netball, I KNOW we can do this (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha oh oh oh and quote of the day from Ms Mariette Ong, during PE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who're not here raise your hands!" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-7630114425668441205?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/7630114425668441205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=7630114425668441205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7630114425668441205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7630114425668441205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/perhaps-weve-accepted-so-many-favors.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-8173351875129828637</id><published>2009-01-18T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:02:40.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth is, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ever told you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You &lt;/em&gt;had chosen the way you are, by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Your actions and your words are all &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;reflected upon by yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;no one sees you in the way that you aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; not any of us at least, is screwing up your life for you,&lt;br /&gt;you are doing it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You yourself are the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;The mastermind to it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get what you put in and people get what they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;So everything's fair,&lt;br /&gt;the way &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'ve made it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-8173351875129828637?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/8173351875129828637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=8173351875129828637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8173351875129828637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8173351875129828637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-truth-is-no-one-ever-told-you-what.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-7482556175805502537</id><published>2009-01-18T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:12:30.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'cause nobody wants to be the last one there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I forgot to blog about the movie on friday!&lt;br /&gt;Okay so after school, (merissa) Boh, Kailing and I went to Plaza Sing:D&lt;br /&gt;Haha I think Boh and I totally embarrassed ourselves in front of Kailing by singing&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, NO TIME FOR LOSERS&lt;br /&gt;super super loudly. Actually not just in front of Kailing, we were singing it on the way to the main gate, on the way to the bus stop, and on the bus too. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super hungry by the time we reached PS, so we rushed off to foodcourt and everyone ate beef noodles :D&lt;br /&gt;So yummy. But the guy there was funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: er. 1 beef noodle&lt;br /&gt;guy: okay soup or dry?&lt;br /&gt;me: dry&lt;br /&gt;boh: 1 beef noodle.&lt;br /&gt;guy: okay&lt;br /&gt;guy from kitchen: beef noodle, soup or dry?&lt;br /&gt;me: dry&lt;br /&gt;guy from kitchen: okay so beef noodle dry.&lt;br /&gt;kailing: yeah 1 beef noodle dry.&lt;br /&gt;guy from kitchen: okay so 1 soup and 2 dry&lt;br /&gt;me,boh, kailing:  O.O&lt;br /&gt;me: nonono 1 dry 1 soup!&lt;br /&gt;guy from kitchen: okay so 1 dry 2 soup?&lt;br /&gt;guy: no lah 1 dry 1 soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA miscommunication.&lt;br /&gt;Then after eating, we decide to go shop for a present! :D&lt;br /&gt;Went to Rip curl and tried on their hats :/&lt;br /&gt;Then Boh and I took photos. ZOMFG they were so retarded :D But the photos are in Kailing's phone, will ask her to send soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to Macs and saw Meli, Akoo, Weiyi, Leen and Lisa! ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;So coincidental. i was like thinking "hmm i bet we'll see rgs people at macs"&lt;br /&gt;Then Meli joined us and we went to buy pretzels&lt;br /&gt;omg so yummy&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;But Boh koped a lot.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;Naughty naughty Boh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 2 guai kias went home to do homework, Kailing and I went to watch IP Man!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it was a chinese show. I thought it's something like ironman(LOL) and so I told the woman "2 tickets for I.P Man (men)"&lt;br /&gt;Then the movie started for 5 min already and I didn't know, so I was like "Kailing, why the movie so long haven't start!"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it was a chinese show!&lt;br /&gt;Then halfway into the movie, I realised that the title's pronounced as "EEP MUN" -.-&lt;br /&gt;SO EMBARRASSING, WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a super nice and touching movie about this martial arts expert who loved his country (China) and would not give in to the Japanese during WW2. And I think the Japanese general was quite hot :/&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;And karate is damn cool! O:&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was like crying madly when the screwed up Japanese right hand man shot Ip Man. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very very very nice movie, you should go watch too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote Shimei:&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S COOL! I WANT TO WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-7482556175805502537?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/7482556175805502537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=7482556175805502537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7482556175805502537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7482556175805502537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/cause-nobody-wants-to-be-last-one-there.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-1516937001235144648</id><published>2009-01-17T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:39:20.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so proud of myself&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy today, despite all the sad stuff going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to happ&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go Elaine! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-1516937001235144648?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/1516937001235144648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=1516937001235144648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1516937001235144648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1516937001235144648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-so-proud-of-myself-im-so-happy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-6118517636089840196</id><published>2009-01-17T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:20:20.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some people make the world better by just being in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OMG, I HAD THE FUNNIEST TUITION EVERRRR YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, it was pretty racist.&lt;br /&gt;We were laughing at Indian names, HAHA :/&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, there's one super funny one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Subraman, Son of Battman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA -dies from laughter, falls off chair-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omfg rofllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't remember what happened these few days already.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;After tuition, Kailing's dad sent me straight home! :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kailingggg. And your daddy. (:&lt;br /&gt;And SOMEONE came to united square to visit SOMEONE and it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;So we sat around at macdonald's and I watched them share icecream and tried very very very hard to not laugh.&lt;br /&gt;But then I laughed and was told that I look like _ _ m. I insist that I do not, yo.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training on thursday! It was pretty slack. But I thought it was very fun. I'm gonna kope from Jaslin's blog again because she always blog till it's so detailed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny stuff that happened during training(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we were talking about commonwealth essay before training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;there's a question, "what do you not what to be when you grow up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so we were saying what we WANTED to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;suddenly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;elaine: I WANT TO BE A CHICKEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;jas: HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;others: -stare- -pause- -HAHAHA!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;elaine: WTH! no la, not THAT chicken! i meant the one in the farm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;jas &amp;amp; others: -continues laughing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahaha /: I'm wrongly accused, I absolutely mean the one in the FARM. The one you fry and eat it on your plate or something. zzommffffg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People: AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! -scream-&lt;br /&gt; Elaine: HUHHH WHAT WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;People: GOT INSECT!&lt;br /&gt;elaine: -walks over to the 'insect'- , -stares- o.O wooden plank? insect meh?&lt;br /&gt;Ama: ELAINE! IT'S BESIDE YOU LAH!&lt;br /&gt;Joy: AHHAHA ELAINE YOU'RE SO DUMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Zhen: -talks to someone, spills sunblock-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Zhen: AHHHHH! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: .. hahaha. Later the whole pathway will be tanned except that spot!&lt;br /&gt;Zhen: ... hahahahahah! that's funny!hahah&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: LOL ZHEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember anything else already D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Zonals' round 1 starts ON TUESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;C'div, we must work hard hard extra hard and make sure we win champs for zonals, and champs for nationals too! (:&lt;br /&gt;I Love Raffles Netball ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SXGsWhkRfHI/AAAAAAAAAQk/qNVYlW2d_to/s1600-h/rafflesnetballbatch11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SXGsWhkRfHI/AAAAAAAAAQk/qNVYlW2d_to/s320/rafflesnetballbatch11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292200540104653938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha omg it's 6 now, i woke up at 2 today. ._.&lt;br /&gt;ByE!&lt;br /&gt;Dead tagboard, tag lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-6118517636089840196?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/6118517636089840196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=6118517636089840196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6118517636089840196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6118517636089840196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-i-had-funniest-tuition-everrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SXGsWhkRfHI/AAAAAAAAAQk/qNVYlW2d_to/s72-c/rafflesnetballbatch11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-325576282868421904</id><published>2009-01-14T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:25:28.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TAG REPLIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boh: heyyy :D I know (: Thanks for everything during trainings, really. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meli: LIKE REAL! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leti: It's deterioriate. Or something? I GOT THAT RIGHT IN SPELLING LAST TIME. HA.&lt;br /&gt;(not because leen showed me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leti: nope she didn't, i got away with it in the end :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leen: HAHA yes I stole a fry.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite tasteless though. And gross. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-325576282868421904?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/325576282868421904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=325576282868421904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/325576282868421904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/325576282868421904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-replies-boh-heyyy-d-i-know-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-5555749015075180232</id><published>2009-01-14T20:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:37:49.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"I WANTED COLESLAW, BITCH."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, went to Shaw House with Shimei and Char for a study date. Well, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;And that just proves my theories that Char has no direction sense, and whenever me, shimei and charlene go out together, we always end up going to Shaw house. Never anywhere else. As in seriously, NEVER before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a super bad mood today and every two sentences I said, there was at least a "bitch" or "shit" or "screw" I know, that's bad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Biatch, that was six years ago. Get over it, so maybe you can at least get a &lt;s&gt;social&lt;/s&gt; life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our initial plan was to accompany Charlene to Shaw and eat lunch, because Char's having physio at Shaw. Then, I felt the sudden urge to mug and started doing math. (which was epic phail. Anyone who watches me do math will think that RGS gives impossible-to-do homework. &lt;s&gt;But I'm just a noob at math, esp algebra HAHA&lt;/s&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we rushed off to her physio clinic, and got LOST. Like seriously, because Charlene Yeo Lixin has bad direction sense. So we took one LONG LOOPED WAY to her clinic there. And I was busy doing math while Charlene was having her massage. I totally made a fo                        ol of myself, I spent ten minutes trying to figure how to do a question. Her physio probably thinks I'm an idiot and I probably bribed RGS to let me get in ._.&lt;br /&gt;I think I took 1 hour to finish a worksheet that Rongrong will take 15 min to complete.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;-points at self and laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her physio, we decided to hang around and do homework, because we're such guai muggers.&lt;br /&gt;And we discovered that we took like a x13098109283809 times longer route to reach the clinic. Stupid charlene! );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her lousy clinic didn't accept Netts, so she had to walk back to Shaw House and withdraw money. AND SHE GOT LOST, HA LOSER. Okay, that's a very hypocritical statement because while she was gone for like 2o min, i only managed to complete 4 maths questions :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to Shaw House and finished lots of homework! Hahaha, not bad right, us.&lt;br /&gt;Okay gonna go. I shall watch a movie online :D&lt;br /&gt;[edit] i realise everyone blogs really twitly in primary school. like "euu, lyk, den, le, larh, etc etc" And the hugeeee variety of colours. Like every paragraph's in a different colour! And it's super amusing (and embarrassing) to look at your past posts. haha how innocent we were. [/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;; &lt;br /&gt;God grant me the serenity to accept things I cannot change;&lt;br /&gt; courage to change the things i can;&lt;br /&gt; and wisdom to know the difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may You be my wisdom and light to lead me through all these mess, and give me peace at heart. &lt;br /&gt;Amen   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &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/4353695892601087919-5555749015075180232?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/5555749015075180232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=5555749015075180232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/5555749015075180232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/5555749015075180232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wanted-coleslaw-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-3250891269458542284</id><published>2009-01-12T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:37:50.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm gonna kope from everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, From jas' blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then went to meet elaine at yck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she told me to meet at 12, she was late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;elaine: patience is the best virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;jas: haaah, you wont say that if you were me, its better to be punctual :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOL! i was waiting for her in cheers, to enjoy free aircon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;her friend charlene came too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she's very nice, keeps going on about how unique her name is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHA, i know alot of charlenes kay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she knows my best friend's from amk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i dont even know her till today okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;siao, stalker O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;who knows, she might be reading this now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, went to my mum's shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;shop full, had lunch first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ate porridge cos i'd sorethroat -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it was nice! i didnt know how to pronounce the chinese of minced pork porridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;luckily the man knew english, haaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then went back to shop, they had their hair cut while i helped around and slacked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;elaine had steaming treatment cos she said her hair's too dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it was 60+ bucks, but my mum charged her 40.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and she didnt know it's so ex, LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so i think her mum's killing her :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she paid 30 bucks first, then pay me 10 bucks next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;charlene layered her hair and cut her fringe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;12 bucks, charged her 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haha, my mum says go there say my big name have discount! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then took 76 to amkhub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;shopped around for elaine's cny clothes, minchih's pressie, and my slippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she bought some yellow tee from op.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i saw a nice top too! but i didnt have money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i took a pic though! will post next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i just realised my whole blog no pictures, very sad ]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then we were at another shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;elaine bought a very nice top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i think it was nice too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but her mum scolded her, cos the quality not good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i tried on a top with her too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it has 2 layers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but i think the inner layer, the singlet alone looks nice :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;didnt buy anyway, next time lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;charlene went home halfway, cos she havent completed her homework, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then walked around for minchih's pressie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bought something :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;minchih just started on her revived blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;who knows if she will go bloghopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so not posting d:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;didnt buy my slippers, cos there's nothing nice there :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'll go far east some day this week to look, sure have one ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or plaza sing, ripples! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ehh, then we cabbed to hougang point so we can play bball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;qianyan bought down a shirt for elaine so that she can play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she dowan play in her nice mickey mouse shirt ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and she likes jackets! LOL, not hot meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, while we were changing at the toilet, elaine's mum called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and she had to go -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;like, wasted money la, the cab!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she should've just stayed at amk and take the mrt or 88 -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. That's for sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Then saturday, from alethea's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;went out for lunch with charlene shimei and elaine. NYDC:D damn good. hahahaha and we walked through shokudo without buying anything. the cool japanese marche place.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I stole a fry from the fake japanese food thingy from shokudo. WE ALL THOUGHT IT WAS FAKE. But it turned out real. And so Alethea asked me to steal one, and it was video taped down! But apparently the woman there saw. Oh well. Free fry :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Kino and retarded. "HOW TO TALK TO GIRLS"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha super fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then lunch at NYDC, we talked about who everyone's gonna marry :/&lt;br /&gt;Shimei's gonna marry someone hot, preferably ang moh. &lt;br /&gt;Charlene's gonna merry an RI head prefect.&lt;br /&gt;Alethea will marry someone damn rich.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember who they said I'll marry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked,&lt;br /&gt;gonna go.&lt;br /&gt;I saw my mortal:/&lt;br /&gt;no comments. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &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/4353695892601087919-3250891269458542284?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/3250891269458542284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=3250891269458542284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3250891269458542284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3250891269458542284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-gonna-kope-from-everyone-okay-from.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-1165378209707055945</id><published>2009-01-09T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:41:19.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;TAG REPLIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CcB-eng: err.. who're you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene: :D &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leen: hello weinerpua. Thank you for your fun tag.&lt;br /&gt;HHAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minchih: kay, SOON! :D I love your skin, NETBALL! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicolette: haha welcome, sorry hor! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy: er. okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: YO, person who CAN'T FIND THE SALON BECAUSE THE PLANT DOESN'T LIKE YOU (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cai a saint: hello PIT. Yes I live in sentosa, DAMN COOL RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;And because I live in sentosa, i hence have to pay an extra THREE BUCKS everytime i go home. yes.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-1165378209707055945?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/1165378209707055945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=1165378209707055945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1165378209707055945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1165378209707055945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-replies-ccb-eng-err.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-5286199121303189541</id><published>2009-01-09T16:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:01:39.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SWcLaTERQII/AAAAAAAAAQc/zMD7jL4u0D0/s1600-h/happy%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SWcLaTERQII/AAAAAAAAAQc/zMD7jL4u0D0/s320/happy%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289208833792622722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahah I feel so happy for no reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Song lyrics make me sad.&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, they make me happy too! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to share with you a very nice song!&lt;br /&gt;It has nice lyrics. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Charlene, Shang, Leen, Boh and many many wonderful friends who're always there for me when I needed help and advice, and told me not to give up. You know who you are! hahahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;Man &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; all so much! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;My Wish  - Rascal Flatts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope the days come easy and the moments pass slow,&lt;br /&gt;and each road leads you where you want to go,&lt;br /&gt;and if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.&lt;br /&gt;and if one door opens to another door closed,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you keep on walkin' 'til you find the window,&lt;br /&gt;if it's cold outside,&lt;br /&gt;show the world the warmth of your smile,&lt;br /&gt;but more than anything, more than anything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;your dreams stay big, your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;and while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,&lt;br /&gt;all the ones who love you, in the place you left,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,&lt;br /&gt;and you help somebody every chance you get,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,&lt;br /&gt;and always give more then you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than anything, Yeah, and more than anything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;and while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;your dreams stay big, your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;and while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;br /&gt;this is my wish&lt;br /&gt;i hope you know somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;may all your dreams stay big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed with love, friendship...&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MONEY&lt;/span&gt;! O:&lt;br /&gt;Hahah kiddingzxc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-5286199121303189541?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/5286199121303189541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=5286199121303189541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/5286199121303189541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/5286199121303189541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-going-to-share-with-you-very-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SWcLaTERQII/AAAAAAAAAQc/zMD7jL4u0D0/s72-c/happy%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-3738633925250448125</id><published>2009-01-09T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:53:35.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY WAS FREAKING TIRING.&lt;br /&gt;AND I SWEAR I WAS SCAMMED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slack day!&lt;br /&gt;We had COOKING for aesthetics,&lt;br /&gt;ha, you guys out there who're taking Art/dance whatever, BE JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz 213's cool and we're taking cooking first!&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;okay actually, not really. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEESE IS MY COOKING PARTNER :D&lt;br /&gt;I tell you I did lots of work lah!&lt;br /&gt;But the teacher was giving out the cloths, I took the only blue cloth first.&lt;br /&gt;Then cheese tried to snatch the blue one from me, so I was like "EH NO, I WANT THE BLUE ONE LAH!"&lt;br /&gt;Then the teacher (Mrs Abbas) thought that I was trying to bully cheese, and she was like "Eh! How come you little one bully the big one!" -.-&lt;br /&gt;So I gave my nice nice unique blue cloth to Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S NOT THE END.&lt;br /&gt;I washed all the dishes and the pot and whatever. Then we sat down to eat. So after we finish eating, it was Cheese's turn to wash the used dishes. So I sat there and drank my milo. Then Mrs Abbas was like "Eh, you really bully her leh! Why you're sitting there slacking then she's always doing the work huh! You're a big bully!"&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN WORSE.&lt;br /&gt;When class ended, Mrs Abbas was like telling Cheese "eh you take care arh, don't let her bully you arh *pat pat* must come back next week in one piece arh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said to me " YOU! YOU DON'T BULLY HER." Then when I walked past her she slapped my back, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(lightly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO'S THE BULLY HERE, -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out with Char and Shimei after school!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;To SHAW HOUSE. HAha somehow we always end up there to do homework. Somehow that homework will usually be composition. Somehow we usually end up never finishing the work. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;We ate mee siam, from some random store.&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S HOW I GOT SCAMMED I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS GONNA BUY A PUNY PIECE OF MUTTON, THINKING THAT IT'D PROBABLY ONLY COST 1 BUCK?&lt;br /&gt;IN THE END IT COST A FREAKING THREE BUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;SCAMMERS MAN.&lt;br /&gt;-pissed-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took some pictures, including a damn cool one.&lt;br /&gt;WHICH I THOUGHT I HAD DELETED FROM MY CAMERA WHILE I WAS UPLOADING INTO THE COMPUTER. Then I flipped and tried to recover the pictures, but gave up.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I randomly opened a random file AND THE PICTURES WERE INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;THAT's so stupid! ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Then I went to United square with Kailing, and my friend came over to counsel me. It was a purposeful session, I guess. I sorted a lot of things out.&lt;br /&gt;But you know, I think I really lack the courage to do a lot of stuff, especially when it comes to family issues. I can't take matters in my own hands. Oh wells. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;I'll focus on Netball first and work very very very hard (I don't think I've got the advantage(s) to get into school team) so that even if I don't make the team in the end, I won't be blaming myself for not trying my best! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm gonna rewrite my  commonwealth essay now. For those who wanna know what happened to my commonwealth essay, go FB see pics. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-3738633925250448125?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/3738633925250448125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=3738633925250448125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3738633925250448125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3738633925250448125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesday-wednesday-was-freaking-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-8338944058935970484</id><published>2009-01-07T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:58:34.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So you can't ever lie to a person for a long time, &lt;br /&gt;because lies are always exposed. It's just a matter of early or late.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I discovered that you had been lying to me all along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly or not surprisingly, I wasn't really that shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep down, I had thought that you were lying to me all the while, but I lived in self-delusion and told myself that I was being paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;So I wasn't, afterall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was defending you, defending your lies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had betrayed my trust for you, yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may be naive, but this is not the way you treat a friend who had put so much trust in you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe that's the end of me ever believing in you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ON TOP OF THAT, I'M FREAKING PISSED. I JUST DELETED THE PHOTOS IN MY CAMERA, BEFORE EVEN UPLOADING THEM IN MY COM -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-8338944058935970484?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/8338944058935970484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=8338944058935970484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8338944058935970484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8338944058935970484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-you-cant-ever-lie-to-person-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-4275124879387408275</id><published>2009-01-06T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:54:47.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No tag replies to do! D:&lt;div&gt;No one tagged. TAGGG LAHHHZZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahahaaah. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( i like tags because i like doing tag replies, LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, there was this ang moh guy who thought I stalked him.&lt;br /&gt;I was running because I want to reach home early to catch my show, and he kept turning around to look at me ._. and it so happened that we live at the same condo and walks the same direction towards our blocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was giving me THE LOOK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Training today was tiring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was super, super hot. I had a massive headache and somewhere hurts a lot. But I can't describe. Like around your heart that area? HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm gonna get a heart attack some day O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be sure to stick around me so you'll be the one who sees and calls the ambulance and saves me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN you'll be a hero. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Bekah's surprise birthday party! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, &lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUU,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BEKAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUU! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha do you like my singing!? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We blew many many balloons in 213, but some were burst, and some people took some balloons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we brought all the balloons up to 208 classroom, using other classes' recycling box! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha I think the recycling boxes are still there. Oh noz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, no one bought cakes/doughnuts/cupcakes for Bekah, so we had an imaginery cake! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. And Bekah got a "graduation cert", for graduating from sec 1 and moving on to sec 2. (It's like a grad cert since her birthday is like the 2nd day of school!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Bekah got to step on all the balloons and burst them. It sounded like some war-site and we're shooting each other. Luckily no one came and complained :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I cannot remember what to blog about. I'm very tired now. I'll think more later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, I think one of the most embarrassing things you can do in public is to walk around, with your bag unzipped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, I happen to do that all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND ONLY REALISE WHEN I GET HOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grahhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-4275124879387408275?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/4275124879387408275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=4275124879387408275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/4275124879387408275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/4275124879387408275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-tag-replies-to-do-d-no-one-tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-2827513245613608888</id><published>2009-01-04T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:15:52.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise now, that if things had remained the same as they were before,&lt;br /&gt;the same as the way I'd wanted them to be,&lt;br /&gt;I would never have learnt to let go.&lt;br /&gt;I won't know how to be strong,&lt;br /&gt;I won't learn how to deal with my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made me learn to grow up and be strong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-2827513245613608888?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/2827513245613608888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=2827513245613608888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/2827513245613608888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/2827513245613608888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-realise-now-that-if-things-had.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-3020764801443359569</id><published>2009-01-03T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:47:14.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAG REPLIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people tag more luh,&lt;br /&gt;don't just read. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zxkhwa: er orh. So make sure to make yourself emo before exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mich: haha yeah manz! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheese: I suppose something happened on the first day of school that made us both confirm I'm jinxed, but i cannot remember what already :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weexuan: haha okay. yeah you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cai a saint: 213! O: a new year with the same old people! (:&lt;br /&gt;haha why were you going there?&lt;br /&gt;I was going home! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther: hey yo! (: Hahaha, I think I should add in 1 more resolution leh: to be able to complete at least one of the resolutions. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mich: happy new year too! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiaying: HI 113 SPSL NOWz. (:&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year too! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl: yoo manz. Relink soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zxkhwa: haha yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-3020764801443359569?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/3020764801443359569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=3020764801443359569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3020764801443359569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3020764801443359569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-replies-people-tag-more-luh-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-7253432647185445853</id><published>2009-01-03T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:14:39.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>details of what happened yesterday koped from Jas' blog, school was boring but I like the new classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Chalkboard :/&lt;br /&gt;&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went to far east with elaine to get some stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then plaza sing too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;super hungry throughout, bought fries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;elaine came to my house and we watched douniu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it was too boring, so we watched some lame jacky wu shows on youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she wanted to go down, so i asked sengleong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and they were being horny la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;talking about censored stuff, and she was using my name cann!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;what do you get when 2 sickos get together? there, the result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;JUST KIDDIN! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, went down at 530.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;waited for awhile for them to play match ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then we played with jasper, sengleong, 2 ntuc people, uncle, indian guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;uncle went off, qianyan came!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she was super late cannxzxz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for once, we played on different teams, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then 3 of us, qy elaine i, wanted to be together, so the guys black&amp;amp;white-d,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;uncle join us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you should've seen his face when he realised that he's joining us mann!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;super funny one la! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;idk if we won, but i doubt we did -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but anyway, it was fun ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AND ELAINE TOLD THEM SHE'S FROM RGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she told the ntuc people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okay la, accidentally, but still!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;they totally gave The Look that i was ever so familiar with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the, "oh-you're-from-rg-and-im-not-so-i-totally-shouldnt-be-here-at-all-to-socialise-with-you" look! ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sat there and talked for ages, and pranked a few people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;like this guy, i only remember the initials is SS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it was horribly lame, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;called other people too, the rest even lamer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went home at 730+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;elaine totally ponned tuition la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so she stayed with qy till 930 when her tuitions supposed to end, at macs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aiyaaa, next time go for tuition la, be guaikia lor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if not liddat no phone no comp no money no nothing, so boring! :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then come play with us some other day laa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The sickos part was a total misunderstanding,&lt;br /&gt;I was just retaliating!&lt;br /&gt;Zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's been a very stressful period for you, and you're still going through it.&lt;br /&gt;I know, because the same is happening to me, what with all the oh-no-I-can't-catch-up-with-the-other-netballers thing and the parents issue.&lt;br /&gt;I know, stress, stress, stress!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure we'll both work our way out together, because it's a new year.&lt;br /&gt;It's a new chance for us to improve on what we haven't done well previously, make up for what we have missed out on.&lt;br /&gt;Another chance for us to do well for things we haven't, another way for us to grow up and mature.&lt;br /&gt;I've only know you for around a year, but it was a wonderful year to have you around (:&lt;br /&gt;You've always 'let me off' for whatever bad things I've done, and you always talk to me when I don't seem alright.&lt;br /&gt;Although I may not apply whatever I've written now, I know you'll listen and try.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're a wonderful, hardworking person, so continue being so and don't let stress beat you down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-7253432647185445853?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/7253432647185445853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=7253432647185445853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7253432647185445853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7253432647185445853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/details-of-what-happened-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-2963740350320201697</id><published>2009-01-01T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:57:32.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. We just had the most disorganised NYPS msn countdown party ever!&lt;div&gt;We didn't even count down at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhong: says (23:59):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the website crashing on me D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e-lainer! says (23:59):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e-lainer! says (23:59):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thn how..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nat says (23:59):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhong: says (23:59):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who is on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nat says (23:59):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it time .-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!aura says (23:59):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the website's lagging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhong: says (23:59):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soonsoon! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhong: says (23:59):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e-lainer! says (23:59):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's only 1 min away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e-lainer! says (23:59):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ash: says (23:59):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait why is my other countdown going down at 30 now? O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhong: says (23:59):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i got an idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!aura says (23:59):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg imagine if we talk our way through the year and we dont realise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nat says (23:59):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nat says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why does my phone say it's 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhong: says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH SHIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhong: says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e-lainer! says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e-lainer! says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhong: says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR PPL XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nat says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e-lainer! says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg we didn't even count down ROFL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!aura says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAYYY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!aura says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nat says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha you know my seniors did that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nat says (00:00):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!aura says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH CRAP THIS HAS TO BE THE WEIRDEST COUNTDOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e-lainer! says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e-lainer! says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhong: says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEAH XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhong: says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e-lainer! says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no count down at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e-lainer! says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i switched on the tv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nat says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they were too busy sending merry christmases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e-lainer! says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it says 3,2,1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e-lainer! says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i said happy new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e-lainer! says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ash  says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ash says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ash says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nat says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that they didn't notice it was christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhong: says (00:00):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy new year peeps ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhong says (00:01):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went on anth website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nat says (00:01):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg my dad just shouted happy new year hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!aura says (00:01):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy new year (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhong: says (00:01):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i saw 11:59:47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhong: says (00:01):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wasl ike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhong: says (00:01):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"holyshit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nat says (00:01):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!aura says (00:01):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was so different from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!aura says (00:01):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!aura says (00:01):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last year we actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!aura says (00:01):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shouted numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!aura says (00:01):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this year we kind of talked until... we missed the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zhong: says (00:01):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zhong: says (00:01):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!aura says (00:02):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh no is this a reflection of what we've become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhong says (00:02):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh no D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!aura says (00:02):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh no D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!aura says (00:02):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway I love you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!aura says (00:03):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for staying up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nat says (00:03):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nat says (00:03):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zhong: says (00:03):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha Xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e-lainer! says (00:03):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e-lainer! says (00:03):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this year it's just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nat says (00:03):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that just means school starts tomorrow -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e-lainer! says (00:03):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"omg what's the link?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"oh no website died!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ahh is it time?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e-lainer! says (00:03):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol anti climax (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nat says (00:03):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!aura says (00:04):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zhong says (00:04):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!aura says (00:04):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to blog that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zhong: says (00:04):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!aura says (00:04):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets all blog that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nat says (00:04):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zhong: says (00:04):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the classic part from daryl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daryl              says (00:05):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daryl               says (00:05):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;holy shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daryl                says (00:05):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i missed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daryl               says (00:05):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was 4 mins into 2009 then i looked at the clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhong says (00:05):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daryl               t says (00:05):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;SCREW CHINESE HOMEWORK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha happy new year everyone, may you have a blessed 2009 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-2963740350320201697?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/2963740350320201697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=2963740350320201697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/2963740350320201697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/2963740350320201697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-5079618213401443826</id><published>2008-12-31T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:19:57.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna write 101 new year resolutions. Or I'll try. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So year goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Clip up my fringe.&lt;br /&gt;2. Avoid fierce teachers who wanna book me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Not get booked (esp. Mrs Anis)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Train my stamina&lt;br /&gt;5. Stay in good health&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Complete all the team runs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Don't slack during training&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. C'div Zonal Champs '09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. C'div Nationals Champs '09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Double Champs (c+bdiv)&lt;br /&gt;11. Tripple Champs (Rgs+ Rjc!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Nice juniors :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Quit Jap or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Do better for Jap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Not fail geog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Not fail my algebra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Be able to go to church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. More freedom ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Global warming's condition gets better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Get nice teachers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Start liking Geog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Complete all my school work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Esp math, math, math&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Finish Learning Lab homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. Stop eating so much junk food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. MONEY MONEY MONEY. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Stay awake during lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Stop doodling random stuff on worksheets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. Finish reading lit text. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. File my worksheets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. Organise my table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. Stop leaving so many things in the locker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. Stop taking up space in other people's desks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. Grow tall till 167-9 cm. (and stop there :/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. buy More clothes that aren't too short for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. buy CONVERSE SNEAKERS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. buy New tote bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. buy New back pack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. buy My camera, which my dad won't steal ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. Stop smsing during Jap class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. Stop buying cup noodles during Jap class breaks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. Stop eating so much candy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. Buy sun-block!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. Buy a new tumbler :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. Sleep as early as possible &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. Read more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. Read textbooks :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. Not get angry easily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. Go online less often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51. Sms less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;52. Talk less in class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;53. Pay more attention in class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;54. Take down notes and note kope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;55. Not sleep in class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;56. Not quarrel with parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;57. Not get pissed with Brian (highly impossible) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;58. Stop waking up and then going back to sleep and then missing the school bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;59. Stop buying excessive amount of pens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;60. Stop buying so many zigs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;61. Buy correction tapes and stop koing from other people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;62. Stop wasting notebook pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;63. Reply letters quickly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;64. Not be lazy to apply sun-block before training&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;65. Be able to complete core exercises properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;66. Not get muscle aches. ;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;67. Improve 2.4km timing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;68. Wear higher socks.. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;69. Drink less fizzy drinks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;70. Eat less KFC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;71. Finish PTs at least 3 days before deadline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;72. Write more intellectual posts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;73. Do more intellectual stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;74. &gt;3.6 gpa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;75. Be able to control emotions better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;76. Stop wasting paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;77. Stop buying socks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;78. Stop buying stuff but never using them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;79. Remember to buy birthday/christmas presents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;80. To talk nicely to juniors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;81. Tryout for Psb! HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;82. Laugh more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;83. Not get asthma attacks ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;84. Plan my schedule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;85. Follow the schedule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;86. Stop being angsty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;87. Not be emo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;88. Be happy everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;89. Not piss friends off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;90. Not piss teachers off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;91. Be more careful when doing stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;92. Not break so many things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;93. Not spoiling things e.g. 0.28 pilot pens :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;94. Stop reading random people's blogs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;95. Eat more veggies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;96. Eat more fruits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;97. Not get flu. (i think i'm gonna take the anti flu jab)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;98. BE ABLE TO GO OUT MORE ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;99. Not steal food from people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100. Not waste time by e.g. listing so many resolutions that I know I probably won't achieve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;101. Freedom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHaha. I think I spent 2  hours on this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-5079618213401443826?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/5079618213401443826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=5079618213401443826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/5079618213401443826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/5079618213401443826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/haha-im-gonna-write-101-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-6385485274483001755</id><published>2008-12-31T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:56:58.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This quiz is quite.. cool? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;My friends are&lt;/strong&gt; awesomezx!&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;I am listening&lt;/strong&gt; tv, my bro's toy car, my dad's showering sound o.O&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Maybe i should learn to&lt;/strong&gt; not complain&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;I love&lt;/strong&gt; my fwenzxcs :D&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;My plan is&lt;/strong&gt; to a good girl. Hmm. I will.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;I dont understand&lt;/strong&gt; why there's sad stuff happening all the time);&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;I lost&lt;/strong&gt; my voice. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;People say&lt;/strong&gt; whatever they want to say?&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;I am missing&lt;/strong&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; a four-letter word. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Somewhere&lt;/strong&gt; over the rainbow ~&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;I am always searching&lt;/strong&gt; for my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Forever&lt;/strong&gt; is something that I don't think exists.&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;I never want&lt;/strong&gt; to be sick, ever again&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;My mobile phone&lt;/strong&gt; has annoying ugly scratches.&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;When i wake up&lt;/strong&gt; I'll stare at my desk, then go back to sleep. Even if it's just 1 more minute.&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;I get annoyed&lt;/strong&gt; when people/things annoy me?&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Parties stands &lt;/strong&gt;not. They sit! O:&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Hugs or kisses?&lt;/strong&gt; hugs?&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Today is&lt;/strong&gt; THE LAST DAY OF 2008&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow is&lt;/strong&gt; the start of 2009(:&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;I really want&lt;/strong&gt; to restart this year :/&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;I love&lt;/strong&gt; lovable things...&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;What is your phone brand?&lt;/strong&gt; Samsung. (suckssss)&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;What is the last 3 digits in your phone number?&lt;/strong&gt; 660.&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;What does the 2nd message inyour inbox say?&lt;/strong&gt; Aww. nevermind lah.&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you rang?&lt;/strong&gt; My bus uncle&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;Who was the last missed call from?&lt;/strong&gt; Home.&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;What does the oldest msg in your inbox say?&lt;/strong&gt; Why're you going to school tmr?&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Who comes after J?&lt;/strong&gt; Er. Jaslin? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;strong&gt;Go to your sent messages- What does the tenth message say?&lt;/strong&gt; Tuesday thursday saturday. But sat training stops after season.&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;strong&gt;Who is your network provider?&lt;/strong&gt; Starhub. hubhub!&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;How many messages are there in your inbox?&lt;/strong&gt; 100 plus. I don't want to walk back to my room and check.&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;Who do you have on speed dail 3&lt;/strong&gt;? Nobuddy.&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;strong&gt;If you are on prepaid card, how much credit do you have?&lt;/strong&gt; How would I know. "if"&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;strong&gt;Who's the first person who comes after C?&lt;/strong&gt; Idk either, probably Cass Ang!&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;What do you have as your main ringtone?&lt;/strong&gt; Crush by David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;strong&gt;Pass this quiz to 10 people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who wants to do, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-6385485274483001755?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/6385485274483001755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=6385485274483001755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6385485274483001755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6385485274483001755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-quiz-is-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-1842832045095497037</id><published>2008-12-30T19:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:28:34.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg.&lt;br /&gt;WHY THIS YEAR, WHY OUR BATCH ._.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm officially jinxed, wth. I remember asking someone&lt;br /&gt;"Eh what if they get lazy and don't change our classes arh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;punch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="ms-formtable" border="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th class="ms-formlabel" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table class="ms-formtable" border="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th class="ms-formlabel" valign="top"&gt;Title:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td class="ms-formbody" valign="top"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="ms-formbody"&gt;2009 Sec 2 girls class allocation&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th class="ms-formlabel" valign="top"&gt;Body:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td class="ms-formbody" valign="top"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="ms-formbody"&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; reshuffling of classes for year 2009. 2008 sec 1 girls will be promoted to sec two within your same class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th class="ms-formlabel" valign="top"&gt;Expires:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td class="ms-formbody" valign="top"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="ms-formbody"&gt;1/2/2009&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="display: none;" id="idAttachmentsRow"&gt;&lt;th class="ms-formlabel" valign="top"&gt;Attachments:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td class="ms-formbody" valign="top"&gt;&lt;table id="idAttachmentsTable" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;script&gt;if (document.getElementById("idAttachmentsTable").rows.length == 0) document.getElementById("idAttachmentsRow").style.display='none';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda looking forward to new class, new environment, new people. But oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I just gotta love '13' more. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;(What if I end up in 313, then I'll be in 113, 213, 313, 413. Haha that'll be very cool. :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, training yesterday was fun fun fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Morning training-&lt;br /&gt;Reached school quite late, so I didn't refill my tumbler. Stole all the water from Boh :D&lt;br /&gt;(hi Boh, You're not O-yster anymore. Boh sounds nicer. You can still call me the cool e-lainer. I'm so nice, hahaha. )&lt;br /&gt;Then I ran 20 minutes, while the rest ran 25 minutes :/&lt;br /&gt;And I got super breathless and dizzy after that, luckily I brought my inhaler! ;D&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna push myself to finish the whole run tomorrow. YES ELAINE, YOU WILL ;D&lt;br /&gt;May the force be with me! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Then we did some drills, which were fun too. :/ Basically I think everything about yesterday's training was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lunch-&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was KFC again :/&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting very, very sick of KFC. -.- And the Far East KFC probably earns the most from RGS people. The whole place was just crowded with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-afternoon training-&lt;br /&gt;Came back to school, joked around, and some of us started doing the CCAO stickers!&lt;br /&gt;Our batch totally fail at stickers designing :/&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT JOY. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;She coloured the whole sticker thingy with a dark blue marker, wrote "Raffles Netball" in pink glitter pen and called her &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;masterpiece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;fireworks in the night sky. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Then she took an undecorated sticker and called it Ghost in th Blizzard. O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;That was truely a masterpiece, hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh and then there was another 'masterpiece' called Ying and Yang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(1 undecor-ed sticker + 1 sticker coloured black)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Aweesomeeee. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Then we played games like Blind Mice at the garden o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But then we had to stop 'cuz there was an Athena statue at the garden, so we have to respect her. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Our new 'coach' Carmen! She's in National's U21. Proooo right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Short's sister. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;They look alike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-After training-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ICE BATH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I never felt my legs so numb before ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But then again, if it's numb, I won't feel anything. HAHA rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Min Chih was being paranoid as usual and asking "What if our toes chip off?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;haha. But I think ice bath is quite cool actually. Like so fun, you sit in ice water and shiver and watch everyone else scream and laugh. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-CCAO-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't know what happened since when I got there, the sec 1s were still having a talk by Ms Goh :/ (oh gosh I typed Mrs Goh again. I think she's gonna scold me if i continue greeting her Mrs Goh )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So we went to the canteen and waited, but by the time I had to go already. So I didn't really get to see anyone except late people! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Rushed off to Dhoby Gaut. Or rather, TRIED TO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Every single 190 that came was like completely full. So in the end I gave up and took 132 to Far East, then took MRT to Dhoby Gaut and went to purple line to go to Harbor Front. Then onboard Sentosa Express to Sentosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Haha I'm on Sentosa Express now! :D  Be jealoused, you're stuck in school. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"huh? Where're you going? Home?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sure, I live in Sentosa. Be even more jealoused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wasn't  I right, when I said you won't care?&lt;br /&gt;Because you had  chose to leave again.&lt;br /&gt;You had chose to choose someone else, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-1842832045095497037?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/1842832045095497037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=1842832045095497037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1842832045095497037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1842832045095497037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-3274042436797159351</id><published>2008-12-27T22:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:55:13.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SVY-v_7H3TI/AAAAAAAAAQM/si36UxMsdDs/s1600-h/RN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SVY-v_7H3TI/AAAAAAAAAQM/si36UxMsdDs/s200/RN.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284480207100042546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;RAFFLES NETBALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   line-height: 10px; font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LET &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  STAND IN OUR PATH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DOUBLE CHAMPS, HERE WE COME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;TEAM PRAYER(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Heavenly Father, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thank You for letting us have found each other and this team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thank You for blessing us with good coach(es) and seniors to guide us, each other to learn from, and we pray that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord will You give us the power and strength to stay strong throughout this competition period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We pray that You will continue showing us your guidance on and off court, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that You'll give us determination and perserverance no matter how tough it gets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May You stay close to us when we seek Your knowledge and Your help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord now we stand firmly and strong and put our trust in You;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;believe in You for I know Lord, You have plans for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plans to prosper us, Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord we're going to strive hard and bring Glory to You, Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Jesus' name we pray,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I(we) can do all things through Christ who strengthens me(us).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-3274042436797159351?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/3274042436797159351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=3274042436797159351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3274042436797159351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3274042436797159351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/raffles-netball-let-nothing-stand-in.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SVY-v_7H3TI/AAAAAAAAAQM/si36UxMsdDs/s72-c/RN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-568858787084375132</id><published>2008-12-27T13:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:09:13.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha I shall do a tag reply post (and re-reply those I already replied too!) so that the first thing you see when you enter my blog won't be that scary picture. :/ (which you will understand if you scroll down. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tag Replies: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zxkhwa: o.O okay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaslinnn: Yoz jaslinerrr, relinked ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cai a saint: Haha relinked. And I relinked all those whom I can think of. Which is only you and Jaslin. :/ sorry lor. The picture doesn't look cool, it &lt;u&gt;IS COOL&lt;/u&gt; ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SuSsAn: YOZXC. :/ haha yeahh I remember you!(: Friday was fun yeah. You only opened your blog to invited readers, so I can't tag back! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yirong: Yeah he isn't ): PB's quite funny though. LOL. I'm not sure, I hope it's someone nice! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kailing: Haha. Doesn't have to be from tuition! E.G. Name starts with an E, ends with an E (hahaha) :D  ; Starts with a B, ends with an N; Starts with a K; Starts with a S; Starts with D ; many more. LOLz.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kailing: haha, saw ya. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cai a saint (re-reply) : YES HE WAS. O: Sadly, no more ): HAHA he was a bballer according to himself! I don't think Singaporean guys play netball. :/ I was watching a movie, walking around. You looked funneh when I saw you. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zxkhwa: haha you too (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qirui: Awww. Sad. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yonlu: same to you! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mich: haha MERRY XMAS TOO&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ash: MERRY XMAS &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merissa: *e-lainer and o-yster carolling session continues*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kailing: haha, for fun, joy, laughter and peace. Whatever the order is supposed to be :/ Haha no way, don't wanna take with him. :/ You take with him yourself lah ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-568858787084375132?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/568858787084375132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=568858787084375132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/568858787084375132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/568858787084375132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/haha-i-shall-do-tag-reply-post-and-re.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-3276636943402243311</id><published>2008-12-27T13:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:04:10.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am who I am, don't try to change me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SVW-mtFr3tI/AAAAAAAAAPk/S7Dy8N5R5QM/s1600-h/Trapped_by_gottee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SVW-mtFr3tI/AAAAAAAAAPk/S7Dy8N5R5QM/s320/Trapped_by_gottee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284339309936893650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' start to think about what would happen if I had done &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; the way you wanted me to;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not going out, going home to mug right after school, no msning, no smsing, no socializing, no tv-ing, no chatting on the phone, no reading any books that aren't work related, no computer for more than 2 hours a day, no playing computer games, no netball, only studying, be a damn good girl, teach my brother how to read right after I finish doing my work, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;no life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had actually done that, I guess I'd be an antisocial freak. And I'll probably be suffering from some psychological disorder now. I'm not the kind of person to let others take control; I need to lead my own life, make my own choices, do what I think is right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;if I can't get the freedom, I'll fight for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not know what is 100% right, 100% percent wrong;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not be able to tell the distinct difference between black and white, but I'm confident to say that you don't either.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all know the existence of the grey spots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may have gone through a lot more than me, had a lot more experiences than I had, but like me, you do not know what is totally right or wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I want to do may not bring me any advantages, but it may not bring me any harms either. I don't see what's wrong with simply wanting to lead my own life myself, and go through those experiences&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I do need you there to guide me, but not to control me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not a robot, I do not need batteries to function. I do not need to be programmed, I do not need a remote control to send signals to me so that I can work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps in your eyes, I'm only 4. But no, I'm a teen, 13 going 14. Yes, it's a young age still, but whatever you have experienced, I am experiencing. Or maybe I would have been experiencing them, if you hadn't disabled me. What I had been through's definitely less than what you have gone through, but that doesn't mean I know nothing and you know everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I appreciate your protectiveness, your love, your caring for me. But I'd just like you to realise that it's time to at least give me a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to make choices for myself. How would you know that it's not gonna work out when you haven't tried?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait, you don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had tried my best to do what you want me to do. But this time, I'd like to try. If you hadn't tried to understand me, how would you know what's best for me? It's just what you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And unless you try, you won't ever know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm sorry if the love I know I have for you is running out, fading away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The only One I'd let tell me what to do is God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realise that when I'm angry/emo I tend to write more sensibly, compared to any other normal posts which I just randomly crap in. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after ages, you asked me how I was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knowing that telling you the truth won't make a difference, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I said I was okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-3276636943402243311?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/3276636943402243311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=3276636943402243311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3276636943402243311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3276636943402243311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-start-to-think-about-what-would.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SVW-mtFr3tI/AAAAAAAAAPk/S7Dy8N5R5QM/s72-c/Trapped_by_gottee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-6835789908976056593</id><published>2008-12-26T22:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:59:30.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, (okay i guess you don't know)&lt;br /&gt;I feel so compelled to just bitch. About a particular person. I know the following statements are probably just made in a moment of raging anger, and I may (or may not) regret whatever I am going to write, but I feel that that person must know that whatever her actions are have caused hurt to a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who dumps her 'ex-boyfriend' because he refused to read a book doesn't deserve his love. Someone who dumped another of her 'ex-boyfriends' because he refused to let her read his sms inbox in order to protect his friends' privacy doesn't deserve his love. Someone who steals her (ex) bestfriend's close friends by all means, and does despicable things to hurt her bestfriend's feelings, does not deserve her love.Someone who only remains as friends with her bestfriend just so as to gain advantage and popularity through her bestfriend doesn't deserve her friendship. Someone who doesn't appreciate others' love for her, doesn't deserve to be loved. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Someone who doesn't know how to love others properly doesn't deserve to be loved and doesn't have the right to criticize others of not knowing how to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who made mistakes but doesn't own up to it doesn't deserve to be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't deserve anything, unless you learn to see what others have done for you.&lt;br /&gt;You don't deserve to be loved, unless you stop hurting everyone who loves you.&lt;br /&gt;Stop pretending to be innocent and weak, stop making everyone care for you, before brushing them aside ruthlessly, as though they're the unwanted, accumulating dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, nobody is perfect, but at least most people try to be good.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how imperfect a person is, that person tries the best she can. She tries to love, she tries to be loved, she tries to be better. Not perfect, but better.&lt;br /&gt;No one can have everyone liking them in life, but at least they don't make everyone detest them. They don't hurt everyone who genuinely cares for them.&lt;br /&gt;You? I don't see anything from you. You're like a soldier wearing your enemy's mask; clad in your enemy's armors, slashing and killing those from your own troop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove that mask of yours, and look around you. You are lucky to have people who care for you no matter what you've done; lucky to have who you have with you.&lt;br /&gt;You're just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not lucky enough&lt;/span&gt; to know how to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; their presence, their caring, their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not read my blog, but one day, if you ever chance upon this post, please just take note of what I've written. I do not hate you, I just want you to stop hurting those around you. I do not know you very well, but the people you've hurt happened to be my friends; those whom I love very much. So please, just spare a thought for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words may mean nothing to you. You may not like what I have written. I don't like what I have written either. I'm not good with words, most people know this. But I hope you understand what I'm trying to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, I bitched again :/ Worse thing is, I don't really make much sense. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I'm a in such a bad mood now. Plus my flu isn't making it ANY better at all.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm jinxed, like seriously. A few days before I had flu (the previous time), I was telling someone about how I haven't gotten flu in 2 years. Then I had flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I wanted to drink my mom's water 'cuz I was seriously, seriously dying from thirst. Before I drank from my mom's bottle, she was like "Eh don't drink! I have flu."&lt;br /&gt;Then I said something like "Aiya. Flu won't spread so easily lah."&lt;br /&gt;Then I drank.&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW I'M DOWN WITH FLU.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall end on a lighter note!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all those who wished me Merry Christmas: MERRY CHRISTMAS TOOOO &lt;3  And thanks to all those who mailed me christmas cards! They're really pretty (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD 27th DECEMBER ! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SVT--35OMOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/u9brYScMSGk/s1600-h/candlelight+service.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SVT--35OMOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/u9brYScMSGk/s320/candlelight+service.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284128618921734370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May the light be passed on to you (:&lt;br /&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/4353695892601087919-6835789908976056593?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/6835789908976056593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=6835789908976056593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6835789908976056593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6835789908976056593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-okay-i-guess-you-dont-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SVT--35OMOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/u9brYScMSGk/s72-c/candlelight+service.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-7100992597834277364</id><published>2008-12-25T19:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:24:35.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm slowly learning to forget the memories we shared, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;slowly trying to forget your presence;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;slowly trying to let go of the huge place you held in my heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;slowying trying to forgive the hurt you've caused me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and yet you're back now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why now, why when everything is almost done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why now, when I'm almost ready again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why can't you wait till I'm totally alright and won't be hurt again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why do you get to decide everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why are you always hurting me, even though you said you don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why can't you just disappear from my life, the way you did &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; I didn't want you to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24TH DECEMBER WAS THE AWESOMEST DAY IN DECEMBER 2008 ;D&lt;br /&gt;Being Christian is the best thing and the best choice I've ever made too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for some drama production called Save The World (I think) by City Harvest Church.&lt;br /&gt;But before that, I went to watch Yes Man at Plaza Sing (haha cai a saint, does that answer your question?:) It was SUPER, DUPER HILARIOUS. You should go watch it too manz!&lt;br /&gt;I won't give spoilers. :/ But it's totally worth the 8.5 bucks that I paid ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, the drama was awesomely hilarious too, and it was a really good performance put up by people who didn't have professional training at all. Service was cool, since it was probably my first proper church service, haha. And there was candlelight service too! ;D&lt;br /&gt;SO COOL. MY FIRST TIME TOO. :/&lt;br /&gt;The whole sight after everyone's candles were lit was just magnificent and beautiful (:&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I didn't get to take any pictures 'cuz my phone ran outta batt ):&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing ended at around 9.30, then everyone walked around shaking hands with random people and wishing them Merry Christmas ;D So cool manz. It was kinda touching, and I could feel the Christmas Spirit and love all around me. (:&lt;br /&gt;So we waited until the place cleared up a little, before leaving. I didn't want it to end ): I haven't had so much fun or been so happy for such a long time!&lt;br /&gt;I met new people and made new friends! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I took mrt to Pasir Ris where my dad fetched me and then we went to chalet. Reached the chalet place at around 11, ate a little and played around with Esther(Neo), Rachel, Zolven, Jolene (spelling?), Clarence(Koh) and my bro. Basically we were just trying to stop my brother from switching off all the lights and screaming and shouting and fighting with Jolene (spelling?). When I reached there 2 of my friends have already left ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously man, kids are so hard to take care of. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the place at around 1 plus and reached home at 2. Then I quarrelled with my parents and I slept at 4 because I was doing random stuff and writing notes. -.- So I woke up at 12 plus today, and lied in bed until 2 plus when my mom went to take a nap, so that I won't have to talk to her. :/&lt;br /&gt;I haven't talked to anyone in my family (except bro) for the whole of today. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my Christmas. Basically, nothing. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;I wish Christmas Eve was Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and hope you had a way better one than mine! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-7100992597834277364?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/7100992597834277364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=7100992597834277364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7100992597834277364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7100992597834277364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-slowly-learning-to-forget-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-8176449181122319369</id><published>2008-12-23T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:59:21.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Each day I look forward to,&lt;br /&gt;another disappointment I go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate waiting,&lt;br /&gt;and you know that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Thio isn't in charge of Netball anymore, but PB instead!&lt;br /&gt;:/ I can't help but laugh a bit, don't know why. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Thio's quite nice though.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged about Friday, I know. I WILL. I  PROMISE. SOON. hahah not that anyone's interested to know what happened but it's a self note that I'll blog about it, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training yesterday was... tiring. Afterall, there was a 2 weeks break! But I was having badddd muscle aches 'cause 2 days before training was was jogging up/down the hill and didn't stretch properly. :/&lt;br /&gt;20 min was death. I survived though ;D&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the training was fun &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Quite, I guess. Except Now I really have no idea which position I'm playing ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Christmas Eve! :DD&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to it: Morn training; movie; Christmas drama thingy; CHALET!&lt;br /&gt;With family and Dad's friends' families. SO COOL RIGHTT.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not for staying ): Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Haha I gotta go print the Netball attendance sheet, buaiixzc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-8176449181122319369?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/8176449181122319369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=8176449181122319369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8176449181122319369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8176449181122319369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/each-day-i-look-forward-to-another.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-7538710895122369261</id><published>2008-12-20T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:42:55.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's quite late now,&lt;br /&gt;but 19th December 2008 was an awesome day!&lt;br /&gt;Blog more about it tomorrow.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SU0SM2Hf6EI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pxW2WXCYFh0/s1600-h/RN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SU0SM2Hf6EI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pxW2WXCYFh0/s320/RN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281897949870155842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay another picture edited :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-7538710895122369261?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/7538710895122369261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=7538710895122369261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7538710895122369261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7538710895122369261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-quite-late-now-but-19th-december.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SU0SM2Hf6EI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pxW2WXCYFh0/s72-c/RN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-2952949598557945745</id><published>2008-12-19T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:30:18.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> OMGGGG&lt;div&gt;I'm such a hopeless idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SUsiPt1591I/AAAAAAAAAPE/7adE62DMxKY/s320/brazillianjpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281352641421113170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look. That's the olympic Brazillian volleyballer, Ana Paula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at her sports bra/jersey (idk, haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It says Bra, which stands for Brazil right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first i didn't know, so when I saw it i thought &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Obviously that's a bra. What else can it be. =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-shoots self again-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-2952949598557945745?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/2952949598557945745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=2952949598557945745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/2952949598557945745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/2952949598557945745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/omgggg-im-such-hopeless-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SUsiPt1591I/AAAAAAAAAPE/7adE62DMxKY/s72-c/brazillianjpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-6330055046872004644</id><published>2008-12-18T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:45:40.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i tried to create a new email (hotmail) account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried &lt;a href="mailto:elaine@hotmail.com"&gt;elaine@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not available, duh)&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;a href="mailto:elainee@hotmail.com"&gt;elainee@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:elaineee@hotmail.com"&gt;elaineee@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:elaineeee@hotmail.com"&gt;elaineeee@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:elaineeeee@hotmail.com"&gt;elaineeeee@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:elaineeeeee@hotmail.com"&gt;elaineeeeee@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:elaineeeeeee@hotmail.com"&gt;elaineeeeeee@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:elaineeeeeeee@hotmail.com"&gt;elaineeeeeeee@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally available -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people like 'e's a lot, HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shoots self-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] Does anyone know anyone with the last name Pie?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. [/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-6330055046872004644?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/6330055046872004644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=6330055046872004644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6330055046872004644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6330055046872004644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-hahaha-i-tried-to-create-new-email.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-8356031909523643322</id><published>2008-12-17T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:32:12.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally understand why Mr Lau told some chem students of 2nd semester that he will pinalise anyone who includes authentic mothballs on their mothball poster for the Chem PT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHBALLS STINK.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe not as bad as shit because the smell of shit doesn't stain on your clothes and you don't have to walk around smelling it for half an hour until the smell goes off.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many packets of mothballs my mom left in my closet, because now almost all my shirts stink of mothball.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid naphthalene, stupid diffusion and sublimation whatever.&lt;br /&gt;NOW MY CLOTHES STINK.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a complain queen.&lt;br /&gt;Complain mood. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing to complain about :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE WHO DOESN'T LIKE ANY COMPLAINS OR BAD REMARKS MADE ABOUT A MOVIE YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED (ie twilight) AND IS DYING TO WATCH SHOULD NOT READ ON. okay even if you do, I don't mean to be. uh. you know. Spoiling anything for you hahaha O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking rubbish, as usual &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's, the Twilight movie hasn't been as good as what I expected it to be. ):&lt;br /&gt;Shimei and a whole load of others agreed!&lt;br /&gt;(and that includes movie reviewers and The Learning Lab)&lt;br /&gt;I watched it on the Internet after I heard from Dayana Dana that it's going to be rated M18 in Singapore, because of a short sexual scene o.o (which, in the end it's only PG13. Oh wellsh hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I skipped a lot of the movie because I found it quite boring :/&lt;br /&gt;And Learning Lab did a movie review on Twilight too, and said that the movie wasn't up to standard compared to other normal Hollywood blockbusters, blah blah. And Kristen Stewart wasn't suitable to take up the role of Bella Swan 'cause of her sullen face(Bella should be enjoying every moment she has with Edward, so she should be happy happy. blahblah)? o_O&lt;br /&gt;Okay yes. So I'm quite disappointed. ):&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm a big fan of Twilight serious exactly anyway. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and why does the non-fat yogurt I ate today taste so fattish.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I think there's something wrong with me, I can find fault with almost every single thing today.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomfg.&lt;br /&gt;I hate mothballs -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-8356031909523643322?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/8356031909523643322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=8356031909523643322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8356031909523643322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8356031909523643322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-finally-understand-why-mr-lau-told.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-7498593288294665167</id><published>2008-12-17T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:23:14.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;PROJECT BRIAN'S TOOTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I think my mom can be a black market dentist O:&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who needs your (shaky milk) tooth plucked out and doesn't have enough money can go look for her. :/&lt;br /&gt;Jokes. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's first milk tooth was plucked out today. :/&lt;br /&gt;At first he was like screaming that he doesn't want it plucked out 'cuz it'll be damn pain. Then my mom insisted that if she didn't pluck it out but let it drop naturally, the new tooth that grows will be super out of place. So she took a string and tied it around the shaky tooth and pulled it out. (like she did to all my milk teeth. o_O)&lt;br /&gt;And the tooth FLEW out of my bro's mouth and no one has any idea where it landed.&lt;br /&gt;After the tooth has been plucked out, my brother stood there and shouted "QUICK! QUICK!"&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't even know that the tooth has been plucked out (and gone missing) already. So much for the I-don't-want-it-plucked-cuz-it's-pain!&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went around covering his mouth for the next half hour because he doesn't want anyone to see his "ugly mouth"&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes.&lt;br /&gt;You can go to my mom if you want your tooth plucked but has no moneh!&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha jokes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-7498593288294665167?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/7498593288294665167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=7498593288294665167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7498593288294665167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7498593288294665167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/project-brians-tooth-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-329758208329501705</id><published>2008-12-16T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:28:15.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hereby proclaim my tagboard dead,&lt;br /&gt;unless some saints decide to revive it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-329758208329501705?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/329758208329501705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=329758208329501705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/329758208329501705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/329758208329501705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hereby-proclaim-my-tagboard-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-7614724891769023214</id><published>2008-12-14T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:26:52.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>early Merry Christmas to everyone! ;D&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Vegg and Mich(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The christmas party yesterday was such a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;THEY CHANGED THE MAGICIAN.&lt;br /&gt;And then I realise I rather have the usual magician to perform 'cuz he has so many more 'cooler' tricks. The new magician's performance was... boring. ._.&lt;br /&gt;But I ate a lot, hahaha! There was so much food! O:&lt;br /&gt;And guess who I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDREA WIDJAJA CHEW ING GUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her grandmother lives here, I didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;Andrea had her (rebonded again) hair down, was wearing this super feminine shirt and a short, short skirt. (not exactly mini though)&lt;br /&gt;When she walked past me I was like "eh. familiar face leh."&lt;br /&gt;THEN I REALISED IT'S HER.&lt;br /&gt;She looks so different and girly in home clothes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SUns9boPpzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OOW7ahnnqOU/s1600-h/impartible%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SUns9boPpzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OOW7ahnnqOU/s320/impartible%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281012578201347890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o_O random photo of light sticks. [/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping with my mom today,&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I bought a pair of jeans each.&lt;br /&gt;She made me try on so many pairs of jeans as though I get paid for each pair that I try on.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;We walked around for another 2 hours and didn't buy anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I don't really like going to shop with my mom :/&lt;br /&gt;Always walk walk walk then try clothes try try try then think think think then, oh, not buying -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm going to watch movies on the internet;D&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-7614724891769023214?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/7614724891769023214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=7614724891769023214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7614724891769023214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7614724891769023214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/early-merry-christmas-to-everyone-d.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SUns9boPpzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OOW7ahnnqOU/s72-c/impartible%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-1195770287772164634</id><published>2008-12-12T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:44:46.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you  make me feel like a baby,&lt;br /&gt;crying, even howling over a toy that Mama won't buy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except, there's no toy involved, no Mama involved.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and you walk away again, so cruelly;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is supposed to be the season to spread and feel the love all around you;&lt;br /&gt;yet I feel the love from &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(almost)&lt;/span&gt; everyone I love, except from you.&lt;br /&gt;From you, all I feel is that deafening silence, the indifference, the uncaring. Our past may mean no more to you, but it still means everything to me, and perhaps it'll mean so much to me for a much longer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Those words that used to be casually said to you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it now takes  a whole great deal of courage to say them to you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;I'm afraid of the indifference you'll show me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You used to say so much to me, we had so much to talk about;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but now it's nothing but silence over the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm not ready to give you up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm not ready to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Annual Christmas party at condo tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I loved it since young (;&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be a magic show! hahaha I'm still such a Kiddo, I love magic. ;D&lt;br /&gt;But it gets more boring each year 'cause there aren't many new tricks and the Magician's always the same guy ._.&lt;br /&gt;I remember last year I sat on the floor with all the kids living at my condo, laughing at whatever silly things the magician did. I felt so young and innocent and trouble-less ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[laugh] I'm such an idiot omg. When I wanted to write this post, I typed ... "www.theblogger.com" and waited for it to load. When the screen showed some random page, I thought '... Was Blogger closed down?'' -.- [/laugh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Is it possible for one to hate someone whom he/she doesn't even know, except for that person's name, school and age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;wait till you know about her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-1195770287772164634?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/1195770287772164634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=1195770287772164634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1195770287772164634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1195770287772164634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-you-make-me-feel-like-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-1985370393341319266</id><published>2008-12-10T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:46:52.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ZEE WAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elaine: HAHA luckily I don't need specs. But I going to see optimist tomorrow ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*OPTICIAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaslin: AHAH so you're the pessimist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pessimician: Elaine&lt;br /&gt;Optician: Jaslin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278002780537167954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/ST87kJlxIFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tNYvgkbDmUU/s320/ATTACk!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa battle O:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-1985370393341319266?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/1985370393341319266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=1985370393341319266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1985370393341319266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1985370393341319266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/zee-war.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/ST87kJlxIFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tNYvgkbDmUU/s72-c/ATTACk!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-7783434351045517635</id><published>2008-12-10T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:29:21.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is designed in such a cruel, unforgiving way that most of the time, when you realised that you've made a mistake, it's usually too late to change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you manage to get it covered up a little, things never go back to the way they would have been if you never made that mistake. That's just the way things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to add on to the guilt or the regret (or oftentimes, both), the person who made that mistake is made to dwell upon whatever happened, letting the events flow through his head, over and over again. He is unable to completely forget what has happened, unless something happens which allow him to do so. Usually, that's forgivenness, or sometimes, just a change of events that make it more like the way it should have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he says, "Why cry over spilt milk?" and tries to continue life the way it had been, before any mistakes had been made. But he realised, if he had spilt his milk on carpet, a stain shall remain on the carpet, hard to clean off. It's a constant reminder to him of his mistake(s), a stain that relentlessly drills into his regret. It's pure pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing he would say is, "Why did I do that. I should have known this would happen. If only I didn't ..."&lt;br /&gt;So he realises the existence of the word "if", which he had placed in his sentence. Without "if", the sentence itself does not make any sense. But it is also the word "if" that proves to him that whatever happened had already happened, no matter how much he wished he didn't do that, he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing rubbish, but a blog is an online journal, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;So I'm writing this post for myself, as a constant reminder to &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt; that I should think properly before I do anything, anything at all that may cause me to regret what I've done. It's a small reflection of my mistakes made so far. Maybe not all, but just a small amount; those that I know I cannot make up to, no matter how much I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried, I really did.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do now is to pray that things would go back to the way they were before,&lt;br /&gt;before my stupidity. I thought whatever I did would probably make it better for me, it was out of selfishness. But it turned for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know deep inside, that things will never be the way they were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to you,&lt;br /&gt;sorry to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to whatever happened&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-7783434351045517635?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/7783434351045517635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=7783434351045517635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7783434351045517635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7783434351045517635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-designed-in-such-cruel.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-6691020425848892310</id><published>2008-12-09T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:32:44.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holidays are so boring there's practically nothing to post about at all.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get to go to Malaysia :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-6691020425848892310?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/6691020425848892310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=6691020425848892310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6691020425848892310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6691020425848892310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays-are-so-boring-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-8660186725011936279</id><published>2008-12-08T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:01:40.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom is trying to convince me that there is a ghost in my house who steals her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Today, she said her purse went missing, and she was definitely sure that she did not misplace it. Hence, she said a ghost took it probably. Plus last time the money she put on her purse (which is forever left at the same position, according to her) went missing too.&lt;br /&gt;So i panicked for like half an hour, freaking out because I'm very scared of ghosts :/&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom told me that she found her purse in her drawer -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if there really is a ghost in this house, I'll probably stop sleeping forever O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I tried to cry, but the tears won't fall out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;so I realised that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; had taken away the place you left in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Your voice acted like a drug to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Whilst I'm in rehabilitation now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I still miss you&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/4353695892601087919-8660186725011936279?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/8660186725011936279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=8660186725011936279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8660186725011936279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8660186725011936279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-mom-is-trying-to-convince-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-1444100031781977012</id><published>2008-12-06T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:30:15.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, no matter how perfect something or someone may seem at a moment in time, when it's all over, we have to learn to let go. No matter how hard it is, no matter how much you know deep down inside that they're/it's important and will always take up a space in your heart, you have to just forget.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's sad instances, or beautiful memories, we forget them. Or at least, just pretend to have forgotten about them, because we all know it won't come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit it, but you're right.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lasts forever,&lt;br /&gt;not you, not me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;definitely not us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks break from Netball training now, I shall try and keep myself in training state! ;D&lt;br /&gt;I did a set of leg raise exercise, 4 sets of row boat (okay okay) around 30 seconds each, lalala! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to the gym I think.&lt;br /&gt;2.4km everyday training is a killer, but I think not running at all and then suddenly having to run so much will be worse. SO I SHALL FORCE MYSELF TO GO TO THE GYM AT LEAST TWICE A WEEK :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(although I know I probably won't)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so quickly, school's reopening again in 3 weeks. I'm looking forward to a new year, and yet not. I'm declaring myself a tired, bored loser );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's training was pretty fun, except for the running part :/&lt;br /&gt;My timing was crap! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;But the rest of the drills were fine :D&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went for lunch with Kailing and then to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Kailing was freaking out over her first tuition ._.&lt;br /&gt;After I went home, I slept and slept and slept and slept. I woke up at 6.20am today. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then, I slept more today. I have no idea how i'm gonna sleep later, oh wells O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a certain someone(s):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I'm upset with you, but that doesn't change anything, does it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;Not even the direction which the wind blows.&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;haha random.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-1444100031781977012?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/1444100031781977012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=1444100031781977012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1444100031781977012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1444100031781977012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-no-matter-how-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-9167072328128055318</id><published>2008-12-04T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:46:09.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think there'll be 2.4km run everyday training from now onwards (actually from a month ago onwards) until the end of season,&lt;br /&gt;so that means death and total screwing up for me during every training now ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stamina is total suck suck suck suck suck suck. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;My parents want me to stop training next year. ):&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way man! I love netball no matter how bad it can be sometimes. Or how tired and how much I don't want to train. :/ hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's training was tiring and my stomach started to hurt like hell after the fourth round. So I went to the toilet with Melissa. An Australian school (Lynwoods I think) came and played with Bdiv! I think Bdiv next year will be really strong. Hence Bekah required Zhen to let us play games with Bdiv every morning next year to hone our skills quickly and get us better prepared, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bathing -&gt; Lunch at Plaza Singapura KFC! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to save money and order Shrooms burger meal. THEN I saw Merissa ordering 2pcs chicken meal, and MinChih sharing buddy meal with Melisa. SO I DECIDED TO BUY 2PCs CHICKEN MEAL TOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHICKEN&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;It was sinful though.&lt;br /&gt;Then a lot of them walked over to Macs to buy icecream. So I went to buy one too. :/&lt;br /&gt;That's lots of food.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around, got tired, and went to sit down at Macs with Richelle, Melissa and Minchih. I shared Mocca Frappe with Melissa, while Minchih paid 10 cents for that and took a few sips. THEN THEN THEN we walk walk walk, went to hokkaido icecream and I shared a cup with Melissa and Dawne.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked over to Aunt Anne's and bought more stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I stole a bit of Melissa's whatever you call that bread like thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Then Jaslin wanted to go to 7eleven, so we all went there and bought big gulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- so much for my plan to save money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Singapore Sports School is such a pretty place! So big and all that :D&lt;br /&gt;And the netball courts are like right at the entrance ._.&lt;br /&gt;Netball is so important, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;After the matches, me, Akoo, Jas and Zhen took a ride to Bishan in Bekah's car! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Bekah.&lt;br /&gt;I went to KFC to buy another piece of chicken for dinner :/&lt;br /&gt;That's 1.5 chickens killed to satisfy my needs. -guiltshot-&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. :/&lt;br /&gt;Was tired, fell asleep while smsing Kailing about the sec 2 history book! o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye, today is such a boring day that i'm going to kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;cya in heaven ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-9167072328128055318?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/9167072328128055318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=9167072328128055318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/9167072328128055318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/9167072328128055318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-therell-be-2.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-709659350817881921</id><published>2008-12-02T14:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:00:23.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If i were a chicken, I'd be a very gay and happy chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I'm not a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad all those stuff aren't true, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I'm Elaine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-709659350817881921?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/709659350817881921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=709659350817881921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/709659350817881921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/709659350817881921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-were-chicken-id-be-very-gay-and.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-5744700545001960382</id><published>2008-11-29T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:45:52.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday was awesome, in a way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a splitting head, slept at 2 plus the previous night.&lt;br /&gt;Ate breakfast at 6.10am, then I vomited o_O I haven't vomited at all in god knows how long already!&lt;br /&gt;Can't go for training and decided to cancel outing with Kailing.&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to sleep and dreamt of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 1 plus! HAAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided that I should go out with Kailing since I've already called off many of our planned outings (is going-outs a better word? haha whatever -.-). So my mom made me bring a tumbler along with me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked around with Kailing, talking about nonsensical stuff and we wandered all around the place, without even knowing where we were going -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then we went somewhere else to watch a match.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Friday cheered me up a lot, thanks to everyone who were there with me.&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind off a lot of stuff I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a debate over whether a "burn" or a "flame" is cooler. o_O&lt;br /&gt;Nonsensical as usual!&lt;br /&gt;" A burn is cooler. When farmers need to clear land, they burn the forest. They don't flame it. Without land, farmers can't plant crops, everyone can't survive on the long run."&lt;br /&gt;"Flame is cooler lah. They call the Olympic torch this 'The Olympic Flame'. They don't call it the 'Olympic Burn' right!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha guess who said what (:&lt;br /&gt;(obviously the one who makes more sense is me right. THE LONG RUN. THE ONE THAT AFFECTS MORE PEOPLE.)&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I hereby conclude that a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;burn is cooler&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;A flame can't do anything much. A burn can. Um. Burn lots of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Okay nevermind, I ain't born to debate ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the night part wasn't good at all, but i'll forget that.&lt;br /&gt;it never should have happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-5744700545001960382?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/5744700545001960382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=5744700545001960382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/5744700545001960382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/5744700545001960382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/11/friday-was-awesome-in-way-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-6747822255756510457</id><published>2008-11-25T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:27:28.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.- 453626;D    ||   Abrazos Gratis ;D says:&lt;br /&gt;holy shit. i shudnt haf went to ure blog D:&lt;br /&gt;elaine-       dummy ³   ! says:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;.- 453626;D    ||   Abrazos Gratis ;D says:&lt;br /&gt;now i just spent 1h 30 mins of my life stoning infront of my computer D:&lt;br /&gt;elaine-       dummy ³   ! says:&lt;br /&gt;you read my blog for 1h30 min...&lt;br /&gt;elaine-       dummy ³   ! says:&lt;br /&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;.- 453626;D    ||   Abrazos Gratis ;D says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;the movie&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;.- 453626;D    ||   Abrazos Gratis ;D says:&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;elaine-       dummy ³   ! says:&lt;br /&gt;OH LOLLLL&lt;br /&gt;elaine-       dummy ³   ! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw the one with the very weird display name is Zhong&lt;br /&gt;haha toldya!&lt;br /&gt;Picture This is awesomez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-6747822255756510457?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/6747822255756510457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=6747822255756510457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6747822255756510457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6747822255756510457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-1321241873964702037</id><published>2008-11-25T13:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:28:00.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o_O&lt;br /&gt;I hope a miracle falls upon Nick and he surprisingly recovers speedily so that he can continue training&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Picture This!&lt;br /&gt;It's a film uh. Romance comedy I guess?&lt;br /&gt;But it's more about parent-child relationship than a boy-girl relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Quite touching. I'm watching it again because I'm bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XNDI1MTgwODg=.html"&gt;Picture this ; click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh tell me if it's nice kayy.&lt;br /&gt;haha. I've got nothing to post already o_O later i guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;i wish i could forget ever being in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-1321241873964702037?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/1321241873964702037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=1321241873964702037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1321241873964702037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1321241873964702037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/11/oo-i-hope-miracle-falls-upon-nick-and.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-1850947505922652399</id><published>2008-11-24T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:55:27.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE A VERDICT TO MAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I HATE DRIED SHRIMPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-1850947505922652399?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/1850947505922652399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=1850947505922652399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1850947505922652399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1850947505922652399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-verdict-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-693330557872474868</id><published>2008-11-24T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:50:53.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIZ!&lt;br /&gt;1. Randomly choose 22 song titles and fill them in into the questions (as answers) in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY SONG TITLES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. 5 Minutes to Midnight (Boys Like Girls)&lt;br /&gt;2. Only Love (Trademark)&lt;br /&gt;3. Lovestory (Taylor Swift)&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm Not Okay (MCR)&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm Yours (Jason Mraz)&lt;br /&gt;6. Romeo and Juliet (uh by who i also dno!)&lt;br /&gt;7. It's All About You (Mcfly)&lt;br /&gt;8. Over You (Chris Draughtry)&lt;br /&gt;9. Umbrella (Rihanna)&lt;br /&gt;10. Shut up and let me go (The Ting Tings)&lt;br /&gt;11. Lo (FloRida)&lt;br /&gt;12. The Man Who Can't Be Moved (The Script)&lt;br /&gt;13. Thunder (Boys Like Girls)&lt;br /&gt;14. Untitled (Simple Plan)&lt;br /&gt;15. Bye Bye (Mariah Carey o.O)&lt;br /&gt;16. Lucky (Jason Mraz &amp;amp; Colbie Caillat)&lt;br /&gt;17. Crush (David Archuleta)&lt;br /&gt;18. T- Shirt (Shontelle)&lt;br /&gt;19. Womanizer (Britney Spears)&lt;br /&gt;20. Miss Independent (Ne-Yo)&lt;br /&gt;21. I'll Be Lovin' You Long Time (Mariah Carey)&lt;br /&gt;22. Why (Secondhand Serenade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?&lt;br /&gt;5 Minutes to Midnight.    Uh yeahh, it's only okay when it's 11.55 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Only Love - I swear I'm not the only love in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Lovestory - ._. So I -headdesk- and says "duh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Okay - LOL! This is the first answer that actually makes perfect sense in response to the question. I'm sorry if I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ain't that okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. What is your life's purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Yours - oh crap, my life purpose is to belong to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. What is your motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Romeo and Juliet - ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's All About You - Aww, how sweet. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Over you - yeah totally. Over and done with, gave up trying to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella - uh huh, i buy one everyday. That's 7 per week, 30 per month, 365 per year. Oh and have I mentioned, I own an umbrella warehouse. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;Shut Up and Let Me Go - uh huh. This maths question is too hard for me. Give me a break and let me go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Lo. - .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What do you think of the guy/girl you like?&lt;br /&gt;The Man Who Can't Be Moved. - Okay, at least it isn't "The Woman Who Can't Be Moved". HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;Thunder - yep, thunder and storms here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Untitled - I'll be untitled! Not Doctor Huang, Not Miss/Mrs/Mdm Huang, Just untitled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye - oh come on! I don't think I'll want to leave that person so eagerly. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Lucky - Lucky to be married to that person? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush. - Crush me into a paperball, now. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;T-shirt - er yeah. I wear 18 t shirts when i go out. -.-&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;Womanizer - ... I'll bite you if you come near me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. What is your biggest secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Independent - I don't think it's a secret anymore ): awwr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be Lovin' You Long Time - :D yay man! (2nd answer that works!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. What will you post this as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why -  oh okay. I'll title this post why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done!&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/4353695892601087919-693330557872474868?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/693330557872474868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=693330557872474868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/693330557872474868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/693330557872474868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-quiz-1.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-7798066561713181990</id><published>2008-11-23T22:52:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:10:53.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SSl1XEA5GmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/aA0r1NOj7dU/s1600-h/lonely_by_Rina15x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SSl1XEA5GmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/aA0r1NOj7dU/s320/lonely_by_Rina15x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271873877888801378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;I'll always be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Those are just six very, very simple words. Even my brother knows how to read them.&lt;br /&gt;But those six words are a reflection of friendship, of love, of trust, but more often, of lies and broken promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone tells me that he/she will always be there for me when I need them, it'll end up making my day. I'll forget my sadness, at least temporarily, for I thought I had the assurance that someone will be there with me, to guide me through. Or at least, to just show me that even when everything in the world seems to be against me, I have someone to turn to. But so many times, those six words end up breaking my heart, leading me to question myself if I could ever trust anybody else again. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Not you, at least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really that hard to be always there for a friend in need? It just takes a little of your time to console that friend, to calm him/her down, to make sure that he/she is okay, before you move back to what you were doing. It isn't a multitude of commands. If you're reading the book, just put it down, bookmark it, and spend a little time talking to that distressed friend of yours, then you can continue reading that book. Is whatever scene in that story really more important than your friend? If you're eating, or going to eat, can't you just put down your fork and spoon and spare a few moments for your friend? Unless you have gastric problems, then you're forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many incidences from the past have led me to conclude that my worries of you leaving me aren't redundant. So many of your empty promises, yet I had brought myself to say It's Okay, I'm okay. So many of your "I gotta go now"s, yet I've never been the one who does that first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Are you taking me for granted, or am I just treasuring you too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, someone. I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, someone said those six words to me again.&lt;br /&gt;To that certain someone(you probably know who you are):&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate your presence, your friendship, and everything you've done for me so far. That is, simply just by being there. But I really do hope that your six words really mean what they're supposed to, instead of just black and white alphabets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sorry if my emoness on my blog has been staining your happiness or whatsoever, but please bear with me. It's a common thing to be emo in teenage life I guess, especially since this is my first year; first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my day babysitting my brother today. It was a horrible, horrible, horrible experience I tell you. 5 year olds nowadays are really violent. I was sleeping when I got woken up by my brother's friend's exclaimations of "I WANT TO KILL YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;Freaked me out, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another boring day, lined full with programs such as staying at home, doing the laundry, watching tv, sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;HOW EXCITING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so totally looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's gonna be midnight already, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-7798066561713181990?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/7798066561713181990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=7798066561713181990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7798066561713181990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7798066561713181990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/11/but-when-i-was-finally-able-to-look-you.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SSl1XEA5GmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/aA0r1NOj7dU/s72-c/lonely_by_Rina15x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-2994068429990828329</id><published>2008-11-22T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:51:25.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SSgN_EaSrRI/AAAAAAAAAOk/EornzGLs590/s1600-h/nobody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271478741004102930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SSgN_EaSrRI/AAAAAAAAAOk/EornzGLs590/s320/nobody.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sadist picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SSgM6GOLxZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/s-_UfSoe0PI/s1600-h/curiosity__by_TiiduS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271477556079216018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SSgM6GOLxZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/s-_UfSoe0PI/s320/curiosity__by_TiiduS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I just wanna capture you, keep you in my memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yet I know that you'd slip away, like you always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; when I woke up missing you again, I know that I'll never be able to escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So don't leave me, don't go too far away, don't go far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't say goodbye, a goodnight will do; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Back away, so I know you aren't running away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&amp;amp; baby, I miss you, I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-2994068429990828329?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/2994068429990828329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=2994068429990828329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/2994068429990828329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/2994068429990828329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/11/sadist-picture-i-just-wanna-capture-you.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SSgN_EaSrRI/AAAAAAAAAOk/EornzGLs590/s72-c/nobody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-3701949511699558650</id><published>2008-11-22T19:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:11:16.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Will Remember You &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 years later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time goes by fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got my memories and they will last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i try to keep it simple cause i hate goodbyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i try to keep it simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by telling myself that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Will remember you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all of the things that we've gone through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is so much I can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The words get in the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So were not together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will remember you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will remember you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're a picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I want to find you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll never be that far from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So don't say goodbye&lt;/strong&gt; 'cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll never be that far from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm telling myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will remember you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all of the things that we've gone through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is so much I can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The words get in the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So were not together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will remember,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were there when I needed a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never told you how much that meant &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta thank you thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will remember you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all of the things that we've gone through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is so much I can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The words get in the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will remember you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all of the things that we've gone through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is so much I can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The words get in the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're not together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will remember you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're not together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will remember you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I missed you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-3701949511699558650?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/3701949511699558650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=3701949511699558650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3701949511699558650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3701949511699558650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-will-remember-you-8-years-later-time.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-8046416002658197179</id><published>2008-11-22T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:25:48.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M BACK FROM NETBALL CAMP '08!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND AND AND AND AND,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE RAFFLES NETBALL, a lot! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because we're teammates, we'll go through whatever there is, together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome camp, thank yous to all the communities! (e.g. games comm. yay man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 (day camp!)&lt;br /&gt;6.10 am: Grandfather sent me to J8, where i looked like a retard carrying so much stuff. So I dumped all my stuff beside a pillar and waited for Jas. Bekah's supposed to pick us up from J8 to school at 6.30! But Jaslin didn't know which stop to alight at, and she was freaking out because she's late. ._. In the end, we reached RGS super super early, at like 6.45. Camp starts at 7.30! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached school, we realised that we're the ONLY Raffles Netballers around. The rest are all from NYGH and other schools. How embarrassing! We're the hosts and yet the others were there first, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, Cdiv did very well for the carn! We won all the games O: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's improving, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathing was gross though, the toilet was flooded -.-&lt;br /&gt;My slipper was floating around when I was trying to wear my clothes! GROSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't find my slippers so I had to spin around and almost fell, gross gross gross gross gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overnight camp was fun too!&lt;br /&gt;Appraisal was... serious.&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time I had ever done  this kind of stuff. Like everyone gave comments on how to improve, what not to do, what we did well and whatnot to each other. I realised that there's still wayyy many things to learn from each other. It's not only on court skills, but also discipline, patience, and team work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing in a team sports is not as easy as I thought it would be. It requires a lot of communication, on and off court; understanding among the players. Someone said that if we're really a team, there should be this mutual understanding between each of us, like just by looking at each other, we would know what the other one wants to do, and there will be this common understanding that doesn't require verbal communication.&lt;br /&gt;I believe we can do this, C'div '08/09! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 2 days have been tiring for me, but I definitely learnt a lot of stuff (omg I said this again -.-) and now my team is more bonded. Farewell was fun, although I forgot my parts o.o.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SO SAD OKAY, that's the only funny part that i got, and I totally forgot to do it.&lt;br /&gt;But okay, although we aren't exactly all that close to the sec 4s, I hope all of you will have fun in RI (._.) and win the Adiv champs! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One, two, three, RAFFLES. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such a boring day. ._.&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL GO PLAY BASKETBALL SOME DAY.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL.&lt;br /&gt;ASK.&lt;br /&gt;YOU.&lt;br /&gt;TO PLAY.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I WILL.&lt;br /&gt;I WON'T PANGSEH AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;oh god, save me from the boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL: haha you just haven't seen that side of me yet! BASKETBALL O:&lt;br /&gt;Nick: asshole): haha nevermind. BASKETBALL O:&lt;br /&gt;Alethea: OKAY BOSS! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Qirui: haha thanks. (:&lt;br /&gt;Mich: there're just as boring mannn. ):&lt;br /&gt;KAYAL: ZOMFG HELLOOOOOOZ. I miss you ! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-8046416002658197179?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/8046416002658197179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=8046416002658197179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8046416002658197179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8046416002658197179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back-from-netball-camp-08-and-and.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-3891085777620147105</id><published>2008-11-16T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:21:36.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After reading so many blogs of P6s, S4s, I feel that I must blog about my last day of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, we've all gone through, are going through, or will be going through the phase in life. That's graduation. It's the pain of leaving your beloved alma-mater behind, the tearful separation of friends who're going to different schools the following year. But more importantly, it's just just the start of yet another new phase in life. Perhaps a more hectic, tedious one, but definitely it'll be full of so much more joy and friendship, and for some, accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that around this period of time last year, I was the one in my juniors' shoes. I was thinking, "GOSH. I'm gonna be a Sec 1 next year. SO COOL. I can't wait to graduate!" And when Graduation Day really came, I was just totally, blanked. Like yeah, drained of all sorts of emotions. I had been looking forward to graduating so much, because there were so much screwed up things that had happened in P6 that made me really want to leave them behind and start a brand new life with a brand new identity in secondary school. (which, i realise now, is impossible. In fact, my secondary school life so far hasn't been less troubling than in P6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even remember who I sat with that day, but all i remembered was, we didn't take any pictures (except for Daryl who went around taking shots of everyone's faces), not many people hugged, or even said goodbye. I really didn't know if i could accept the fact that I was graduating, or had graduated. Before that, I wanted so much to stop associating with some people in the school and leave behind whatever hurt and painful memories, but then I realise that I can't bear to part with them, for afterall, they had been my school mates for 3 years already. Some of them are not merely school mates. They were confidantes and great friends. Throughout my 1 year of RGS life so far, I notice that the relationships I share with my NY friends and my "new" friends just seem different. Like when I'm with my NY friends, there's just a sense of familiarity that's there. Then for most of them, I'm probably gonna spend at least 5 more years of my life with, and that will be as though they've been my friends for my whole entire lifetime, since i can't remember things in preprimary school life and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always regret the fact that I hadn't treasured whatever I had in primary school, and that's a constant reminder for me to treasure every moment I now have in RGS, in Raffles Netball, in 113'08, in whatever classes that I enter in future; with each and every one of my friends. And maybe if i try hard enough, my teachers. (I'm serious, we have some really cute teachers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1 wasn't exactly a fulfilling year for me. I haven't attained any leadership positions or anything, and I screwe up my total GPA for the end of years. And I've been skipping training lately due to my malfunctioning lungs and my stupid, stupid head that hurts all the time. But, I've made great friends whom I know will be there for me throughout thick and thin. I'm glad the sec 1 netballers (US!) are becoming more bonded than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113 has had it's share of conflicts, as well as happy memories, like when everyone tried so hard to win Netball Carnival. That was the time when I saw almost every single of the flaiying-pengywns trying their best for 113, not just individually, but of course, as a team. The players played hard, while everyone else were there for every single game we had to cheer us on. I appreciated it, and I love you all, 113.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt empty yet again on the last day of school. We partied, and sang songs. But once again, we were broken up into our little cliques, instead of bonding together for the last time as the class 113'08. I don't think any of us had tried, for what we were thinking was that we should spend our last minutes with our good friends in the class. To me, it didn't feel as though it was the last day of school at all. Maybe I was just emotionless, the way i had been for the past 2 weeks, because of something that happened between me and a certain someone, but right now, I realise that I am no longer a year 1 student anymore. I'm moving on to being a Year 2 RG student, along with all the rest of my batchmates. There're higher expectations to meet, tighter schedules, and probably way more problems. But I'm looking forward to whatever good memories that I'll have in 2009. This is not our end, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just yet another of a new beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-3891085777620147105?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/3891085777620147105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=3891085777620147105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3891085777620147105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3891085777620147105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-reading-so-many-blogs-of-p6s-s4s.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-4574248440461954453</id><published>2008-11-15T20:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:12:18.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE BEEN PROVEN TO BE A BIG ADVENTUROUS PERSON ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it finally hits says:&lt;br /&gt;later i get myself into deep shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elaine says:&lt;br /&gt;wy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elaine says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elaine says:&lt;br /&gt;*why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it finally hits says:&lt;br /&gt;anything with you is dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elaine says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elaine says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm not accident prone. &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it finally hits says:&lt;br /&gt;.....i totally believe that i won't embarrass myself with you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: i feel accused, hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;when it finally hits is Alethea (the one who always does embarrassing stuff, on her own accord man!)&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So after training on monday, I may be going somewhere to collect a package and a signature ON MY ARM. Cool man. I feel like a retard ._.&lt;br /&gt;HERE COMES A VERY VERY RETARDED CONVO(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: YO.&lt;br /&gt;A: supppp(:&lt;br /&gt;E: zooooom--ROCKET o:&lt;br /&gt;E: nah i'm just bored.&lt;br /&gt;A: HAHA you suck.&lt;br /&gt;E: i don't. i blow. HAHA jokes.&lt;br /&gt;A: go shoot yourself NOWWW.&lt;br /&gt;A: LAME&lt;br /&gt;E: no gun ): DID YOU KNOW&lt;br /&gt;A: DID I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;E: that scientists have proved that the moon is made up of marshmallows O:&lt;br /&gt;A: OMG YES. my daddy was the scientist that proved it!&lt;br /&gt;E: GOSH. I'D LIKE HIS SIGNATURE. Mann. this is so cool O:&lt;br /&gt;A: haha sorry sorry. costs money.&lt;br /&gt;E: I have money. Hurhur (emoticon)&lt;br /&gt;A: how much ^^&lt;br /&gt;E: I don't know. How much does it cost?&lt;br /&gt;A: its going to cost more than 50000. depending on how large and where you want him to sign.&lt;br /&gt;E: i have 100000.&lt;br /&gt;E: ON MY FOREHEAD&lt;br /&gt;A: OHHHH&lt;br /&gt;that's going to cost alot more.&lt;br /&gt;E: like how much ):&lt;br /&gt;A: especially if you choose one of our novelty colours!!&lt;br /&gt;E: oh what's your novelty colour?&lt;br /&gt;what about my arm? is that cheaper&lt;br /&gt;A: well. why not you choose first, and i'll tell you!&lt;br /&gt;well. depends on how muscular your arm is you know.&lt;br /&gt;muscles make it harder to sign.&lt;br /&gt;E: uhh&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;My arm is all flabbish.&lt;br /&gt;Does that make it cheaper?&lt;br /&gt;A: Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;now choose a colour.&lt;br /&gt;and pen thickness.&lt;br /&gt;E: okay.&lt;br /&gt;A: they come in small, medium and large.&lt;br /&gt;E; thicker pen cheaper or thinner pen cheaper?&lt;br /&gt;A: well. i can't comment. medium cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;E: okay i want 0.28 mm.&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S MEDIUM RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah okay.i want hot pink.&lt;br /&gt;A: OHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;that's a novelty colour.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;E: oh damn!&lt;br /&gt;A: so.......mmm&lt;br /&gt;E: k is blue a novelty colour?&lt;br /&gt;A: medium, novelty, flabby arm...&lt;br /&gt;well. all colours are novelty colours except the skin colour one.&lt;br /&gt;E: uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;-.- okay. &lt;em&gt;( i just got owned ._.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: HAHA&lt;br /&gt;E: can i punch you after i get my signature&lt;br /&gt;YAY THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;A: NO!&lt;br /&gt;E: awwww):&lt;br /&gt;A: but there's something!&lt;br /&gt;E: whatO:&lt;br /&gt;A: if you pay an extra 1000 you get a novelty signature pack&lt;br /&gt;comes with real signed tshirt&lt;br /&gt;stationery kit&lt;br /&gt;and a little radio.&lt;br /&gt;E: -.- in that case can i just buy the pacl :D&lt;br /&gt;A: NOOO.&lt;br /&gt;it's an ADD ON.&lt;br /&gt;you have to buy a skin signature first.&lt;br /&gt;E:that's very very bad.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;So how much is it altogether?&lt;br /&gt;A: well, do you want the pack?&lt;br /&gt;E: but the pack is free!&lt;br /&gt;oh wait it's not.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY i want the pack.&lt;br /&gt;A: OKAY(:&lt;br /&gt;so its a wait...&lt;br /&gt;1)medium thickness  2)hotpink 3) flabby arm.....4)add on novelty pack...&lt;br /&gt;do you wait it to cover your entire arm or just a small section&lt;br /&gt;E: nah&lt;br /&gt;A: on your biceps&lt;br /&gt;E: wait let me see&lt;br /&gt;A: or on your triceps&lt;br /&gt;E: i want a 2cm x 7.48cm one.&lt;br /&gt;A: WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;BICEPS OR TRICEPS?&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;E: bicep on top or below? :/   (elaine fails science):&lt;br /&gt;A: no idea.&lt;br /&gt;top&lt;br /&gt;it's slightly smaller&lt;br /&gt;-10 min later-&lt;br /&gt;E: er sorry. i went to measure the size of my flabs&lt;br /&gt;A: WHAT&lt;br /&gt;E: okay lah biceps!&lt;br /&gt;A: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;biceps more expensive&lt;br /&gt;E: WHY EVERYTHING I CHOOSE IS MORE EXPENSIVE!!! &gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;A: no you see&lt;br /&gt;biceps is the top&lt;br /&gt;triceps is the bottom&lt;br /&gt;so people&lt;br /&gt;see the top first!&lt;br /&gt;E: oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;A: therefore it's more expensive!&lt;br /&gt;E: so that just means i'm a good picker :D&lt;br /&gt;A: hahaha. okay.&lt;br /&gt;so total&lt;br /&gt;is...&lt;br /&gt;exclusive of 7%GST and the pack..&lt;br /&gt;100596&lt;br /&gt;E: mhmm okay.&lt;br /&gt;A: and cause you spent so much&lt;br /&gt;we'll sell the pack for 50% off&lt;br /&gt;500&lt;br /&gt;so..... total is&lt;br /&gt;E: -.- 50% off 100596 is not 500 -.-&lt;br /&gt;A: 108172.72&lt;br /&gt;50% off the novelty pack!!&lt;br /&gt;E: oh.&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;say so lah!&lt;br /&gt;oh wait you did. -.-&lt;br /&gt;A: hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i'll scratch the 72cents k.&lt;br /&gt;E: okay do i pay cash or credit card?&lt;br /&gt;A: 108172&lt;br /&gt;cash or nets&lt;br /&gt;E: can i pay by hooks?&lt;br /&gt;haha nets :D&lt;br /&gt;A: NOT FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;E:hey but what if i pay already and i don't get my signature! ):&lt;br /&gt;A: you may come back for either a)full refund b)demand signature&lt;br /&gt;or you may bring us to court&lt;br /&gt;E: mhmm okay. that's good.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll pay by nets&lt;br /&gt;[sends] 108172 [/sends]&lt;br /&gt;A: okay. we will need you to provide your card number.&lt;br /&gt;E: 8576584&lt;br /&gt;A: and a specimen signature.&lt;br /&gt;as well as a guarantor in case the money never comes.&lt;br /&gt;E: I can be my own guarantor!&lt;br /&gt;I just sent you the money):&lt;br /&gt;A: NO.&lt;br /&gt;NOT WORKING!!&lt;br /&gt;E: This is a service center dudeee!&lt;br /&gt;damn. er, wait.&lt;br /&gt;OH I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;hold on.&lt;br /&gt;i go to the bank.&lt;br /&gt;A: this is online transaction.&lt;br /&gt;E: i go online bank lah!!&lt;br /&gt;A: hahah&lt;br /&gt;-rushes off to draw money on paint -.-&lt;br /&gt;E: k i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;the service so lousy, so slow):&lt;br /&gt;(elainer! sends C:\Documents and Settings\chickEnPIE\My Documents\My Pictures\MONEH.bmp)&lt;br /&gt;A: haha&lt;br /&gt;(Transfer of "MONEH.bmp" is complete.)&lt;br /&gt;E: yay okay i paid.&lt;br /&gt;A: sorry.. i think that's the wrong currency.&lt;br /&gt;i do suggest you come down to one of our 26 service centres for further assistance.&lt;br /&gt;E: it's the right currency lor! ):&lt;br /&gt;A: not.&lt;br /&gt;we need wakakai currency which is pure gold. OR singapore dollars. and only&lt;br /&gt;wakakai currency can be transacted through the internet&lt;br /&gt;E: oh.&lt;br /&gt;A: so i guess you gotta come down (:&lt;br /&gt;E: okay hold on hold on!&lt;br /&gt;A: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;E:you didn't tell me earlier that we need wakaikai ):&lt;br /&gt;A: well. our agency is called&lt;br /&gt;signature wakaikai agency..&lt;br /&gt;E:  I KNEW THAT.&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;-runs off to draw waikaikai gold bar-&lt;br /&gt;(elainer! sends C:\Documents and Settings\chickEnPIE\My Documents\My Pictures\wakaikai gold bar.bmp)&lt;br /&gt;E: okay that's the waikaikai gold bar&lt;br /&gt;(Transfer of "wakaikai gold bar.bmp" is complete.)&lt;br /&gt;A: omg it's freaking uglyyyy       ( lol my bad XD)&lt;br /&gt;E: sorry.&lt;br /&gt;that's how the genuine waikaikai gold bar looks like.&lt;br /&gt;A: NO!&lt;br /&gt;E: not happy go complain to the waikaikai government!&lt;br /&gt;A: i am native of waikaikai&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;and my best friend is the governor&lt;br /&gt;E: you have been cheated all your life!&lt;br /&gt;OR...&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're just too poor to use the gold bar. that's why you don't know how it looks like O:&lt;br /&gt;A: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;everyone has at least 1 gold bar in waikaikai!&lt;br /&gt;E: MINE'S THE SPECIAL GOLD BAR&lt;br /&gt;only i have it.&lt;br /&gt;A: not allowed!&lt;br /&gt;E: allowed lah&lt;br /&gt;your just jealous! hurhur(emoticon)&lt;br /&gt;A: NO!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i don't allow!&lt;br /&gt;why not&lt;br /&gt;you come down&lt;br /&gt;to our service center!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: address?&lt;br /&gt;A: well&lt;br /&gt;we set up withint established institutions&lt;br /&gt;based on our gps&lt;br /&gt;you live nearest&lt;br /&gt;to our hci branch.&lt;br /&gt;E: uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;A: behind the GO there's a door labelled SWA&lt;br /&gt;so knock 3 times&lt;br /&gt;and you'll be in.&lt;br /&gt;E: er who do i approach?&lt;br /&gt;A: well, whoever opens the door:D&lt;br /&gt;most likely, it would be me.&lt;br /&gt;E: hmm. okay. when?&lt;br /&gt;A: anytime&lt;br /&gt;our business hours are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;monday to friday: 9-7&lt;br /&gt;saturday- 8-12&lt;br /&gt;sunday closed.&lt;br /&gt;E: alright i think i'll go on monday&lt;br /&gt;at 12.43pm&lt;br /&gt;A: okay. will do (:&lt;br /&gt;E: is there a special dress code for me so that you'll know it's me? O:&lt;br /&gt;A: nope.&lt;br /&gt;all you have to do is knock three times(:&lt;br /&gt;E: and say&lt;br /&gt;"open sesame"?&lt;br /&gt;A: YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. O: handful to read! i'm watching cheetah girls. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;br /&gt;KL: hahah mom. ):&lt;br /&gt;Dawne: DAWnEEEEEE! haha :D&lt;br /&gt;Nick: haha see first when i'm not lazy O:&lt;br /&gt;yeah right. i paid her like 20598234 bucks ._.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Yunting: o_O YOU WEIRDO&lt;br /&gt;hengyeng: hi hengyeng!(:&lt;br /&gt;okay. i took me 1 hour to do cuz i was digressing):&lt;br /&gt;qirui: hi (:&lt;br /&gt;zx: .....oww? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so, i think i understand.&lt;br /&gt;your 'nothingness' ; so cold and unfeeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-4574248440461954453?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/4574248440461954453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=4574248440461954453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/4574248440461954453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/4574248440461954453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-been-proven-to-be-big.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-5580412838590471706</id><published>2008-11-14T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:18:42.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided to take quizes instead of posting o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUTHS ABOUT ME&lt;br /&gt;01. Are you perfect?&lt;br /&gt;No. No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Are you tall?&lt;br /&gt;Er I'm not sure. Depends on your definition of tall. Are you tall? Nah you're barely 1cm tall (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Are you short?&lt;br /&gt;Ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Are you in your pyjamas?&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing my p6 camp shirt+ FBTs. ._. Counted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS01.&lt;br /&gt;Last friend you saw?&lt;br /&gt;I seriously cannot remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Last talked on phone to?&lt;br /&gt;Kailing. For 1hour, 37 minutes. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Last person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITES&lt;br /&gt;01. Number?7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BLUEBLUEBLUEBLUEBLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Food?&lt;br /&gt;er i don't know. Nice food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS&lt;br /&gt;01. What was the first thing you did this morning when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;Check my phone. Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Do you have anything that bother you?&lt;br /&gt;Hell lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. What was the last movie you watched in the theatres?&lt;br /&gt;Max Payne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Where is the last place you went?&lt;br /&gt;Toa Payoh. On my way to meet someone, then i got pangsehed. I was sad and i cabbed home. And i cried. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Do you smile a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Not these days, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Do you wish upon the stars?&lt;br /&gt;Don't see any stars ): Unless you count the sun (haha celeste!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on what your definition of friendly is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Where did you have to sleep last night&lt;br /&gt;.... in my room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Just now. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What was your last thoughts before going to bed?&lt;br /&gt;I will feel better tomorrow. (which i don't, i feel worse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Rate life as of it now, 1 being bad, 10 being great?&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What do you hear right now?&lt;br /&gt;crush - david archuleta (same as lex o_O that's my ringtone hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Does anywhere hurt now?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your favourite month?&lt;br /&gt;Same as Lex, APRIL! Birthday buddehs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMOTIONS&lt;br /&gt;01. Are you missing anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Are you tired?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Of a particular someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Are your parents still arried?&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASICS&lt;br /&gt;01. Real name?&lt;br /&gt;-.- Tom Dick Harry. Guess my middle name. .______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Eye colour?&lt;br /&gt;Er. Come here and take a look at it yourself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Male or female?&lt;br /&gt;NEITHER! MUAHAHA. Female lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Crushing?&lt;br /&gt;Crush what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Hair colour?&lt;br /&gt;Pink. I WISH! hahaha. It's a very dark dark shade of brown. According to my friends o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Sweats or jeans?&lt;br /&gt;huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Phone or camera?&lt;br /&gt;PHONE DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Righty or lefty?&lt;br /&gt;Middly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Smoke or drink?&lt;br /&gt;I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. First best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Dean. Who probably doesn't remember who i am now. SADLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. First enemy?&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE BUSH.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. First vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY&lt;br /&gt;01. Eating?&lt;br /&gt;nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Drinking?&lt;br /&gt;nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03.Listening to?&lt;br /&gt;The aeroplane fly past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Plans tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;rot in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER FOR THE OPPOSITE GENDER?&lt;br /&gt;01. Lips or eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Huh. Can i say nose. If you have a big big big nose, people don't like you, nosey parker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Shorter or taller?&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay with my height now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Romantic or spontaneous?&lt;br /&gt;Er. Dno haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Sensitive or loud?&lt;br /&gt;Neutral. (i still remember in p5 i had to do science corrections 3 times cuz i couldn't spell neutral. damn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Hook-up or being in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Relationship i guess? ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER?&lt;br /&gt;01. Drank hard drinks?&lt;br /&gt;What's a hard drink?&lt;br /&gt;I drank Vodka and beer before :/ SMALL SIPS. I was just trying out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Lost glasses or contacts?&lt;br /&gt;Nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Ran away from home?&lt;br /&gt;Planned to, haha. When i was in p4 i wanted to run away and stay in Ashlynna's parents' van. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Broken someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;More like getting my heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in prison now. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY&lt;br /&gt;01. Do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Are you seriously happy with what you are in life now?&lt;br /&gt;No. Definitely not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-5580412838590471706?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/5580412838590471706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=5580412838590471706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/5580412838590471706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/5580412838590471706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-decided-to-take-quizes-instead-of.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-1131665455921358644</id><published>2008-11-12T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:10:25.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'LL BE OKAY. I KNOW I WILL.&lt;br /&gt;even when the world has it's back turned against me,&lt;br /&gt;i'll push it around so that it faces me.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll make sure it smiles and apologises for being mean to me &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl is some random hyper shit, he called me a fag! &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;damn, haha.&lt;br /&gt;We're considering going back to NYPS tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;It's the last day of school for them! O:&lt;br /&gt;Friday's Graduation.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so fast, last year i was just graduating, now i'm moving on to being a 'senior' in RGS already! Well, sort of senior lah.&lt;br /&gt;Innocent lil' sec ones no more! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Quite excited, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know right, i suddenly don't feel like blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;BYE -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-1131665455921358644?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/1131665455921358644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=1131665455921358644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1131665455921358644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1131665455921358644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/11/ill-be-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-6113206890761216156</id><published>2008-11-05T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:09:52.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So there ends my sec 1 life.&lt;br /&gt;So fast.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-6113206890761216156?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/6113206890761216156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=6113206890761216156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6113206890761216156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6113206890761216156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-there-ends-my-sec-1-life.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-3416855301933171340</id><published>2008-11-03T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:59:14.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>passby: oh yes, sure. in fact i'm freaking 95.5 kg, but 95 kg just freaking sound a lot nicer and slimmer. for god's sake, scroll down. do i look like i'm 95kg? -.- get some neurons.&lt;br /&gt;sorry i'm pissed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-3416855301933171340?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/3416855301933171340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=3416855301933171340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3416855301933171340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3416855301933171340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/11/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-1839539510724320068</id><published>2008-11-02T19:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:27:39.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_6/NightsInRodanthe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_6/NightsInRodanthe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I WANT TO WATCH NIGHTS IN RODANTHE! :D I heard that it's a really good romance film haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a freaky day :/&lt;br /&gt;After farewell ceremony, which me and Jodie isolated ourselves from the rest of the class to get a good view (and I slept throughout the whole thing -.-), Kailing and I went to Marina Square. AND WE GOT FREE COFFEE HEHHS. We just walked round and round the 3rd floor, and we kept walking past Starbucks. So when the Starbucks guy who's giving free coffee saw us, he'll give us that weird look which seems to say "I'm not a free coffee machine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;although he apparently is, cuz he's carrying something and when he presses a button which is technically ON him, there's coffee coming out of a tube into a cup. Hence, he's a coffee machine! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever hhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Starbuck guy was like "do you want balloons?"&lt;br /&gt;I'M FOREVER YOUNG AT HEART.&lt;br /&gt;so i excitedly took a balloon which I didn't want anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But I was very, very nice and i gave it to some random cute baby girl, unlike Kailing who crudely threw hers into the dustbin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haha actually I helped her dump it cuz she didn't want it. But it's &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; balloon. She made the choice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a giant banana which cost me a whopping THIRTY BUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;But then in the end I split the cost with Yuemin and Zhong and gave it to Sean as his birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;Tuition was tiring but fun. Sherman gave a really impromptu crap speech about "impromptuness"- a life skill. -.- Teacher actually said it was good. RACHEL GAVE A SCARILY GOOD PRESENTATION ALTHOUGH SHE CLAIMED THAT SHE FINISHED IT LAST MINUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;natural talent huh, smart ass (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I bought the banana, Kailing and I got despo to watch a movie. But I was totally broke from buying the banana. (before i got the 10 dollars from yuemin) Broke as in like i had only $1.50 left on me, and I used it to buy icecream afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;So we sat on a chair and started looking through our contact list in search of potential "preys" who is free and can lend us money to a movie! :D&lt;br /&gt;BUT UNFORTUNATELY NO ONE COULD. -.-&lt;br /&gt;So we decided that since we can't watch a movie, we might as well spend the remaining money that Kailing has on food.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMFG &lt;u&gt;I love Mcnuggets&lt;/u&gt;. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://wowdavao.com/catalog/images/mcnugget6lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tantalising much right! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So when we bought our food and finished eating, the very nice Zhong Xuan finally replied and so we hurried off to AMK hub to watch a movie. We're supposed to watch Max Payne, but Kailing thinks that the movie timing is too late and hence we ended up watching THE COFFIN. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kailing was busy hugging the banana and barely watched the movie at all. ._. And she and Zhong kept talking and talking. So noisy! Tsktsk. :D The movie is damn scary okay. And I didn't understand what was going on at all until the last part of the movie. But I bet you among the three of us, i was the only one who watched the WHOLE movie. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn gross, the guy was having sex with the girl :/ and there's this 3rd hand belonging to idk who groping the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND SHE DID NOT NOTICE.&lt;/strong&gt; I mean if the guy's hands are both on her face and someone touches her waist, won't she notice? A bit stupid right ._.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for those of you who likes horror films, you should go watch. It's the first time I watch a horror film in a cinema! :O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there was this super funny person in the cinema who kept giggling like an idiot everytime a ghost appears. Saddist! But he/she (can't tell, the giggling was just so... retarded) makes the ghosts' appearances not scary anymore 'cuz the laughter is just so retarded that everyone laughs along. HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. I shall not continue reminding myself of freakish stuff :/ Today is an utterly boring day. There's training tomorrow morning ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tag replies: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thalia: Haha don't worry! Rong(rong) is my classmate (: [eh did i reply you&lt;br /&gt;already -.-]&lt;br /&gt;Weexuan: I DIDN'T REVEAL ANY. Too bad (: Richard pwns! We won best organised house okay!&lt;br /&gt;Ash: o_O&lt;br /&gt;Yishu: Didn't really need to know that -.- but okay haha&lt;br /&gt;Crow: IT'S THE POSTURE. And she looks like your mom LOL&lt;br /&gt;Kailing: HAHA banana's given! (:&lt;br /&gt;Zhong/Yuemin: haha alright. Thanks(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;; happy birthday &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-1839539510724320068?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/1839539510724320068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=1839539510724320068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1839539510724320068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1839539510724320068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-to-watch-nights-in-rodanthe-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-6341853443699036630</id><published>2008-11-01T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:06:43.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep hearing, knowing about them, yet I can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;I can just listen, but not be able to offer any advices,&lt;br /&gt;'cuz I won't know what to say. I don't think it'll help either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or sometimes, I receive the message, reads it, stares at it, considers how to reply, but then gives up.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the guilt, but I really am unable to do anything or say anything that can help even a single bit.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to say something that makes sense, I'll end up realising that it doesn't help at all, or that it'd probably just make matters worse. I'm sorry for daoing people who msged/called me just for help or advices.&lt;br /&gt;I've failed as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-6341853443699036630?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/6341853443699036630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=6341853443699036630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6341853443699036630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6341853443699036630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-tired-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-6849926092054998826</id><published>2008-10-30T20:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:48:50.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quiz. Koped from Ash who koped from Ame who koped from IDK who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL LIFE CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[x]Talked back to a teacher (lol poor teachers. But seriously, everyone does-.-)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been kicked out of class (GEOGRAPHY:)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Worn pyjamas to school(sadly):&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had your tooth fall out at school (p1. I was running around like an idiot -.-)&lt;br /&gt;[x ] Gotten lost in your school (first few days in NYPS. GOSH. Shimei was with me though:)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Broken the dress code in school (erhemmm.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Completely failed a test (geog and eng -.-)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Left class without asking&lt;br /&gt;[x] Missed a whole week of school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Thrown up in school&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been beat up at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME LIFE CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[x] Argue with your parents a lot&lt;br /&gt;[x] Argue with your brother(s) [yeah duh-.-]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Argue with your sister(s) [none!]&lt;br /&gt;[x] Have your own room&lt;br /&gt;[/] Do your own laundry(sometimes..)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cook dinner once in a while (I rather cook my own dinner. You don't know what my mom cooks when she's lazy -.-)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Are loud and obnoxious at home&lt;br /&gt;[/]Wears pyjamas when at home (um is shorts and shirt counted?)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You sleep in very long (and i can sleep anything/anywhere too)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] All you do is watch television&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents are divorced&lt;br /&gt;[/] Your family makes you cry alot(sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] One or both of your grandparents live with you (they all have their own big houses!)&lt;br /&gt;[/] You cant stand being with your parents (i have to admit this, but sometimes i really can't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[/]You currently dislike one or more of your friends (annoyed at i guess)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are jealous of one or more of your friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have known a friend your whole life&lt;br /&gt;[/] Your friends are all taller than you (some)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have been ditched by a " friend "&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have memorized a friend's phone number&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have lost/forgotten a friends phone number&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been to all of your friends houses (siao -.-)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love most all of your friends (YAY MAN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HABIT CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You bite your nails&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have an odd obsession with knives&lt;br /&gt;[x] You cannot sleep with the door closed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You cannot sleep with the door open&lt;br /&gt;[x] There is at least one sound you cannot stand&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You write stories about mad cannibalistic serial killers&lt;br /&gt;[/] You are good at telling lies (sometimes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[x] You currently like someone. (chicken. that's a someone)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You want to kill one of your exes (HUH?!)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can stay committed for an unusually long time (hurhurr. chickens. hurh)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get bored of your crush/bf/gf easily (i think i can live with one forever!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A crush/bf/gf has called you a bitch before (don't think it talks. D:)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A crush/bf/gf has called you self centered before (ditto!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONAL OPINION CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[x] You hate George Bush&lt;br /&gt;[x] Abortion is horrible and should be illegal&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gay marriage is fine to you (I FIGHT FOR GAY RIGHTS)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Boys make better friends than girls do (sometimes i guess)&lt;br /&gt;[??] The beach is an excellent place for a date&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pink is an ugly color&lt;br /&gt;[x] Needles aren’t so horrible&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Human flesh tastes like fine aged veal (how would you know-.-)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have plenty of secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fallen down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;[x] Someone has tied your shoelaces together&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had a nail fall off (left hand index finger. I rolled off the bed while i was dreaming of sharks -.-)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Captured, Manipulated, or Destroyed a soul by Ars Falcis&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had surgery&lt;br /&gt;[x] Slapped someone across the face&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Killed someone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone has called you a tease&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have been to Europe&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have worn something inside out for a whole day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SELF&lt;br /&gt;[01] Name: ELAINE&lt;br /&gt;[02] Nickname: Uh. Elainer. Elainey. Eweiner. Possum -.-. Chipmunk. Chicken. Sec 1. Er. One i can't stand: yellow fish rice -.-&lt;br /&gt;[03] Married: Away to Mars. (shh)&lt;br /&gt;[04] Zodiac Sign: Taurus&lt;br /&gt;[05] Gender: Female&lt;br /&gt;[06] Age: thirteenyears!&lt;br /&gt;[07] High School: RAFFLES!(rg)&lt;br /&gt;[08] Senior high school:RAFFLES!(&lt;s&gt;RJ. RI. whatever!&lt;/s&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;[09] Height: 164.5cm. I WANT 167. :D&lt;br /&gt;[10] Weight: 95.23910kg. hurr. AIMING FOR. UM. 40kg. NEW YORK MEDICAL CENTER HERE I COME WORX! -.-&lt;br /&gt;[11] Do you like yourself: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[12] Piercings: uh huh&lt;br /&gt;[13] Right or left: Both lah&lt;br /&gt;[14] Are you a freak: maybe :O&lt;br /&gt;[15] Hair: &lt;s&gt;Pink&lt;/s&gt; you think lah.&lt;br /&gt;[16] Skin: Darked. Over tanned D:&lt;br /&gt;[17] Allergic: Dust.&lt;br /&gt;[18] What are you doing now: Talking to people&lt;br /&gt;[19] What will you do 1 hour later: Continue talking&lt;br /&gt;[20] What will you do 10 years later: I'll be busy controlling the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;[21] Live with mother/father/parents: Parents&lt;br /&gt;[22] Siblings (included you): 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;(ash skipped it, so i don't bother finding where it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STUDIES&lt;br /&gt;[56] Are you a good student: Maybe. hur.&lt;br /&gt;[57] You always done your homeworks/assignments: I go to school and finish/copy them in the morning. Is that counted? :/&lt;br /&gt;[58] The teacher/tutor you love the most: I don't know :X&lt;br /&gt;[59] Always late to school/college: Sometimes when i kick my alarm clock off the bed X:&lt;br /&gt;[61] You love your seniors: Most! :D&lt;br /&gt;[62] Senior who you love the most: Same same lah.&lt;br /&gt;[63] Your classmates good/bad: Hmm. Most are good i think.&lt;br /&gt;[64] Excellent result classmate: PHANG MIN EE. 4.0 overall. wth.&lt;br /&gt;[65] Laziest classmate: Myself. :D SLACKERS UNITED &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Every word, every action, every tone of yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;matters a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-6849926092054998826?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/6849926092054998826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=6849926092054998826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6849926092054998826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6849926092054998826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-2361483074090170824</id><published>2008-10-30T19:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:55:15.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, it's pointless to give all you can just to try to change something; someone.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when things have reached the peak, there's nothing you can do except to let it fall down; like a roller coaster, can't be stopped.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when people say they'll be there for you when you need them, they're often lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sometimes&lt;/s&gt;, you're just living in a world of hypocrites; liars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time to&lt;strong&gt; open your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my left brain is emo, my right brain is happy. :/&lt;br /&gt;My mid brain, if i have one, is normal.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I have one, hence the mood swing -.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay I don't really know what I'm talking about, but yeah sometimes i can be REALLY REALLY HAPPY, and then hear SOMETHING that people say, and there, &lt;em&gt;crash&lt;/em&gt;, I'd like to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2 Netball Carnival today! Congrats to 208 who won. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was SEI debrief, which I totally enjoyed. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;It was freaking cold in the KS Chee and i was wearing my jersey (shorts -.-) so I had to borrow Cheese and Rong's reports to cover myself up. WARMTH. Didn't know that can come from a stack of papers :D&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping throughout the debrief anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was CAP and FPSP (scenario writing) talk. BORING. Didn't listen either. But we've got really really good writers in our school!&lt;br /&gt;And YOU may be one too. Discover your hidden talent mannz!&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;Hehs I sound like I'm advertising for them -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAINING.&lt;br /&gt;I love Raffles Netball C'div '08/'09! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Teammates (:&lt;br /&gt;And I finally managed to complete the 20 min long run. (excluding toilet break. But nature calls okay!) I'm quite proud of myself :/&lt;br /&gt;Usually I'll just run for like 15 min and my asthma/cough will start up and I'll have to stop.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;I'm aching allll overr -.-&lt;br /&gt;My arms especially. I'm gonna die tomorrow HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailing: AIYO. You should know right. BETTER THAN ME. EVER. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alethea: Yeah sure -.- What's up with your DING and DONG man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rong: HEY yeah man! (; You played well yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese: o_O i have NO idea what you're talking about. At all. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yishu: Haha Netcarn is an inter-class thing (: And I LOVE RAFFLES NETBALL OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yishu: Haha thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-2361483074090170824?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/2361483074090170824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=2361483074090170824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/2361483074090170824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/2361483074090170824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-its-pointless-to-give-all-you.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-6982863618399829004</id><published>2008-10-29T20:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:14:31.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheese   AHHHH says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY AM I LOOKING AT PEOPLE GIVE BIRTH ?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheese   AHHHH says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dang i got nothing to watch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;♥elaine                              &lt;br /&gt;; says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o_O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;♥elaine                              &lt;br /&gt;; says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE GIVE BIRTH?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheese   AHHHH says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheese   AHHHH says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;discovery travel and living&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;♥elaine                              &lt;br /&gt;; says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;discovery travel or channel?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;♥elaine                              &lt;br /&gt;; says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheese   AHHHH says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;channel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheese   AHHHH says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG AHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheese   AHHHH says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS SO FARNNY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheese   AHHHH says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;♥elaine                              &lt;br /&gt;; says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL. fellow retard. and my spacing screwed up -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-6982863618399829004?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/6982863618399829004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=6982863618399829004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6982863618399829004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6982863618399829004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/cheese-ahhhh-says-why-am-i-looking-at.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-783666500860422677</id><published>2008-10-29T17:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:05:28.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQg1J-3aaJI/AAAAAAAAAOU/yYVtdVB2Wto/s1600-h/IMG_0521.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;photos.&lt;br /&gt;i lazy to caption. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQg1JvF34TI/AAAAAAAAAOM/lHyTKIuH-Tc/s1600-h/IMG_0516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262514605958619442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQg1JvF34TI/AAAAAAAAAOM/lHyTKIuH-Tc/s400/IMG_0516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQg1JShR3GI/AAAAAAAAAOE/nfXmA4V2LU4/s1600-h/IMG_0514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262514598288940130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 379px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQg1JShR3GI/AAAAAAAAAOE/nfXmA4V2LU4/s400/IMG_0514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQgz_zyvD6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/IIylT_oObsk/s1600-h/IMG_0505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262513335910207394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQgz_zyvD6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/IIylT_oObsk/s400/IMG_0505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQgz_0KXZvI/AAAAAAAAAN0/iXz5MEObv08/s1600-h/IMG_0499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262513336009320178" style="DISPLAY: block; 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HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQgz_ql-IUI/AAAAAAAAANk/BPfn7egl9tc/s400/IMG_0491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQgz_WdCgcI/AAAAAAAAANc/Q5G8LlAwhYw/s1600-h/IMG_0485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262513328034578882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQgz_WdCgcI/AAAAAAAAANc/Q5G8LlAwhYw/s400/IMG_0485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQgyiJpOhaI/AAAAAAAAANU/hw7YECYtC0A/s1600-h/IMG_0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262511726868202914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQgyiJpOhaI/AAAAAAAAANU/hw7YECYtC0A/s320/IMG_0407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RAFFLES NETBALL! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQgyhwCKfvI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZHmIpf5N-3g/s1600-h/IMG_0403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262511719993474802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQgyhwCKfvI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZHmIpf5N-3g/s320/IMG_0403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gosh Dawne. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQgyh1Jiz8I/AAAAAAAAANE/NxT71HL_9bE/s1600-h/IMG_0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262511721366605762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQgyh1Jiz8I/AAAAAAAAANE/NxT71HL_9bE/s320/IMG_0378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I only have 1 word for this: WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQgyhWTaUQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fErrtMj_WJc/s1600-h/IMG_0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262511713086492930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQgyhWTaUQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fErrtMj_WJc/s320/IMG_0368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Umpiring is tiring. Yeah. There's a cat on me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQgyhK-Hv7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/CTOtmWhV07s/s1600-h/IMG_0367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262511710044405682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQgyhK-Hv7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/CTOtmWhV07s/s320/IMG_0367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SHOES! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQgxn7Xq0QI/AAAAAAAAAMs/dACvrtf4CCI/s1600-h/kaleidoscope!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262510726604050690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQgxn7Xq0QI/AAAAAAAAAMs/dACvrtf4CCI/s400/kaleidoscope!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hehs, the kaleidoscope book thingy. SO NICE RIGHT :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I painted most of the gold parts. The purple background took many people to paint, and we had to paint lots of times 'cuz the colour of the mixed paint isn't the same and blah blah blah. I think it's awesome:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-783666500860422677?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/783666500860422677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=783666500860422677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/783666500860422677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/783666500860422677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/photos.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQg1JvF34TI/AAAAAAAAAOM/lHyTKIuH-Tc/s72-c/IMG_0516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-2838589891111817479</id><published>2008-10-28T19:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:29:48.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, all parts of my body ached like mad.&lt;br /&gt;I'm banned from using bad words! D;&lt;br /&gt;Not with the Raffles Netballers at least (;&lt;br /&gt;Every bad word said: FINE. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3's Netball Carnival today!&lt;br /&gt;I think many classes did a really great job, and congrats to 306 for being the champs of Sec 3 Netcarn '08! :D&lt;br /&gt;306 won last year too. HMM.(:&lt;br /&gt;Umpiring is really tiring, and i didn't really dare to speak up at first 'cuz it's kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;Like, WHOA, SEC 3s, and I'm just a sec 1. Don't wanna be given the FACE.&lt;br /&gt;But i wasn't today! :D haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DramaNite auditions after sec 3 netcarn;&lt;br /&gt;Dawne, Koo and I missed 113's performance ):&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I'm sure everyone of you tried your best and no matter what the result is, whether we're selected or not, thank you for putting in the effort :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took many photos, load another day (;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS of them. haha.&lt;br /&gt;The connection wire thingy is like with my dad -.-&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and he has successfully pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, don't feel like blogging about it!&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, the one thing that parents can do really really well is to piss you off.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akoo is unbelievably, unbelievably, LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;╥AKOO THE GREAT                                                                                                   ǺŇđŗĘǺ╨ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stop talking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;╥AKOO THE GREAT                                                                                                   ǺŇđŗĘǺ╨ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y com lagging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;╥AKOO THE GREAT                                                                                                   ǺŇđŗĘǺ╨ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think going to hang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥elaine                               ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIAOZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- don't you just feel like slapping her? I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1 NETBALL CARNIVAL tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to it yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;GO 113, I KNOW YOU CAN TAKE THIS DOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qinrong: HELLO DEAR(: It's for drama night :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alethea: HELLO ALETHEA RAELYN TAN YI LING:D i bet you didn't know that i know your full name :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yishu: Hey, haha alright, future Rafflesian (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niko: Yup, looking forward to seeing you yeah! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean: I always thought sis was 'younger', not 'jie'. But then I'm older than you. LOL. Welcome!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your face is like a coin; &lt;u&gt;double sided&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-2838589891111817479?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/2838589891111817479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=2838589891111817479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/2838589891111817479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/2838589891111817479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-all-parts-of-my-body-ached-like.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-7859856612608871815</id><published>2008-10-27T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:51:36.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG&lt;br /&gt;I'll look like a mega retard tomorrow -.-&lt;br /&gt;Things to bring to school tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bag of apples&lt;br /&gt;-purple pillow&lt;br /&gt;-purple scarf&lt;br /&gt;-tumbler&lt;br /&gt;-shoe bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna look like so overloaded dwarf carrying too much bulky stuff and tripping on a stone and falling over and dying and having everyone to laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, how the hell am i gonna carry those to school -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my dad is really retarded :D&lt;br /&gt;(guess where i got my retard genes from O: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Daddy, I need my camera for 2 days. Please bring it home tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Okay. How long do you need your camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to say to him.&lt;br /&gt;And there's another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: Dad, can you pick me up from school after you pick Brian&lt;br /&gt;(brother)?&lt;br /&gt;[my brother's school ends at 3.15]&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Okay. What time and where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;-speechless-&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3 Netcarn tomorrow. Good luck to all! (;&lt;br /&gt;DramaNite auditions tomorrow, &lt;u&gt;GO 113!&lt;/u&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag Replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean: YO BRO(: Since when did you even tag at all -.- Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee Xuan: yeah I don't know how to play. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don/Dawne: YOOOHOHOHO merry christmas! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yy: Who are youu! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crow !: Haha of course, cel! I was just crapping anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Han: yepp, ACP was food time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sand: haha ;D (shh, don't tell her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char: Hi dear! (: Go away you spammer -.- haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-7859856612608871815?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/7859856612608871815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=7859856612608871815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7859856612608871815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7859856612608871815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg-ill-look-like-mega-retard-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-3403721645756320167</id><published>2008-10-27T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:24:00.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQV0W6jwkuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ln4kp-eY0SY/s1600-h/waiting_for_summer_by_P0RG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261739676677477090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQV0W6jwkuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ln4kp-eY0SY/s400/waiting_for_summer_by_P0RG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                         waiting for summer to come, waiting for you to return;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello;D today is a day which is boring beyond words. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been thinking about post EYA days in school, not very productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Conflicts, quarells, etc etc, bitching, blah. Lots of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i realise i've been neglecting a friend, but maybe it's already too late to return or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So many things have been going on and there's just lesser and lesser time i can spend with her i guess, like planning net carn, making props, or just slacking away when she has other things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or maybe that's what made her think that i am 'dao'ing her for more "popular", "fun" friends, some double faced bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know that everytime i'm feeling down or sad, you're always here to talk to me and offer me advices and cheer me up, but i guess i've been taking the friendship for granted. So, i'm willing to be the one who makes a change and see if our friendship can continue, 'cuz i don't want our friendship to just end here. Not like this, at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not a very good blogger, much less to say conveying emotions and such in words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I may not sound sincere enough, but it's the best i can try. And i doubt this is the first time this has happened in our friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, what you want to do is really up to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On a happier note, i get to sleep like hell nowadays. :D&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/4353695892601087919-3403721645756320167?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/3403721645756320167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=3403721645756320167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3403721645756320167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3403721645756320167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/waiting-for-summer-to-come-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQV0W6jwkuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ln4kp-eY0SY/s72-c/waiting_for_summer_by_P0RG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-3290329557548813711</id><published>2008-10-23T20:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:26:55.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brother is watching hannah montanah now -.-&lt;br /&gt;happy watching, kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESLIE THE IGUANA[;&lt;br /&gt;akoo got an imaginery pet! it's an iguana called Leslie.&lt;br /&gt;I named it :O&lt;br /&gt;Leslie sits on akoo's shoulder(s) and scares min ee.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, min ee is scared of an imaginery animal -.-&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;And then akoo got a new pet dog called W something.&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember and i think it's so lame -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts is a nice nice nice nice nice card game! :D&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it's SOMETHING like bridge (idk how to play bridge! ;/ )&lt;br /&gt;and we played it for like the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEC 2 ACP fair!(:&lt;br /&gt;Went to all the classes.&lt;br /&gt;But we voted for 201 'cuz we saw anne and her classmates dancing super funnily.&lt;br /&gt;so we just stood there and stared at them dance HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and my group (cass, esther, cheese, chels) went to 213 to disturb andrea's magic performance(:&lt;br /&gt;we knew the trick to some magic tricks that she performed-.-&lt;br /&gt;and cass stole her magic wand HAHA&lt;br /&gt;then we went to get our fortune told by Janne.&lt;br /&gt;GYPSY :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gypsies can't be trusted huh.&lt;br /&gt;She told me i'd have 2 boyfriends by looking at some random lines when i clench my fist.&lt;br /&gt;THEN i went back to her after going to other classes and she wanted to get my fortune told again -.-&lt;br /&gt;This time she told me i'd have 4 boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;TSK!&lt;br /&gt;CASS WILL HAVE 2 BOYFRIENDS/HUSBANDS. she gets to choose.&lt;br /&gt;.__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but basically we just went to the classes for the food :D&lt;br /&gt;pigssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cass, esther and me got free country erasers too! :O&lt;br /&gt;i think we were the only people interested-.-&lt;br /&gt;and 203's pretty pretty balloons(:&lt;br /&gt;Dawne's balloon burst in KS CHEE, and all the glittery starts and hearts and blah dropped on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;so we picked it up, and cass and jodie put them on their eyes ;O&lt;br /&gt;quite nice lah hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was tiring but quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;3 dsas came today: Marissa (spelling?) , Melissa, and Richelle(spelling?)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260322953036171330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQBr2vuOCEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-UeGcOi38Fc/s400/netball+hoop!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt; I love Raffles Netball! &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;p&gt;I played with Marissa before, when she came for the trials.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i lost my inhalers.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;good job elaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very tired D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Friend, there's no reason for you to be getting so upset over him;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he's not worth any of your time at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So just pick up yourself and move on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the rest of us will always be here and push you on!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ILY:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-3290329557548813711?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/3290329557548813711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=3290329557548813711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3290329557548813711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/3290329557548813711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-brother-is-watching-hannah-montanah.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SQBr2vuOCEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-UeGcOi38Fc/s72-c/netball+hoop!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-6933323262507997194</id><published>2008-10-22T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:32:27.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am tagged to do a quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] People tagged for this quiz-&lt;br /&gt;-leen&lt;br /&gt;-rong&lt;br /&gt;-alethea who randomly tags me -.-&lt;br /&gt;-charleneYEO;D&lt;br /&gt;-anyone who wants to do it.&lt;br /&gt;-i can't be bothered to list 10 yo. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 10 ] Firsts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend: My grandmother&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Pet: eh, a turtle. which my brother squashed.&lt;br /&gt;thanks a lot brian, if you even know what abc is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Piercing: EAR.p3. 6.18a.m. ear lobes dieded for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: A PIECE OF PAPER I'M SURE. i crushed it into a ball. (:&lt;br /&gt;nah, go away, kp-ers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First CD : er. i don't remember):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Car: yeah sure, lego car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Stuffed Animal: idk (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Love: somebody i guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Place Called Home: I only have one place called home.&lt;br /&gt;and there's where i'm in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 9 ] Lasts.&lt;br /&gt;Last Beverage: MOCHA ICE BLENDED. shared with kailing(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car Ride:er. just now. saw yuemin and she gave me a ride ALMOST home(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Seen: MAMAMIA(: with kailing and GOD KNOWS WHO(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call: uh. from dad. don't bother ;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Song You Listened To: thunder. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Bubble Bath: before i was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Time You Cried: today. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thing You Ate: lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Bad Thing You Did: bitched. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 8 ] Have You Evers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Dated One Of Your Best Friends: huh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been Arrested: Yeah sure, imprisoned by myself .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: no. i fat dipped though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been On A Limo: SADLY, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Cheated: maybe. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been In Love: maybe? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been In A Car Accident: almost. but not yet. don't be too sad (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Broken A Bone: yeah, wrist bone. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 7 ] Things You Are Wearing.&lt;br /&gt;Er. things that normal people wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6 ] Things You've Done Today.&lt;br /&gt;So much stuff you doubt you'd wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 5 ] Favourite Things.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;i lazy lah,&lt;br /&gt;but i love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk where questions 4-1 are.&lt;br /&gt;wtv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the song THUNDER has been stuck to my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dawne keeps singing it randomly, cass keeps playing it in class,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i keep hearing it in the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is a winding road that's taking me to places that I didn't want to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today in the blink of an eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm holding on to something and I do not know why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried to read between the lines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried to look in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want a simple explanation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For what I'm feeling inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gotta find a way out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe there's a way out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna ever love another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And bring on the thunder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is a winding road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me where to start and tell me something I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I'm on my ownI can't move a muscle and I can't pick up the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know (I don't know, I don't know, I don't know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I'm itching for the tall grass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And longing for the breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to step outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to see if I can breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gotta find a way out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe there's a way out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna ever love another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah I'm walking on a tightrope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm wrapped up in vines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think we'll make it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you just gotta give me time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strike me down with lightning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me feel you in my veins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna let you know how much I feel your pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is a winding road that's taking me to places that I didn't want to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna ever love another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And bring on the thunder, and I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh baby bring on the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And listen to the thunder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] argh i give up on putting the spaces between stanzas. they keep disappearing after i post the post. -.- [/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;you'll always be my thunder (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-6933323262507997194?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/6933323262507997194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=6933323262507997194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6933323262507997194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6933323262507997194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-tagged-to-do-quiz-11-people-tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-7526687600539192171</id><published>2008-10-21T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:43:25.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AIYO.&lt;br /&gt;20 posts ahead of class blog.&lt;br /&gt;RACE AGAINST &lt;s&gt;TIME&lt;/s&gt; CLASS&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a fever last night, so i skipped training today.&lt;br /&gt;got home at 3, fetched bro from his kindergarten,&lt;br /&gt;watched tv till 4, went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 7.30.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;then i went to help my mom buy tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i feel so nice today.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'll be able to sleep tonight. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class is quite screwed now lah, what with all the conflicts and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;these stuff are hapening at a super wrong timing.&lt;br /&gt;but i know you can do it, 113(:&lt;br /&gt;at least put behind all your personal disagreements and perform well together during times that requires teamwork yeah!&lt;br /&gt;i think i wrote a runon sentence.&lt;br /&gt;wtv, no more english for the rest of the year! :O&lt;br /&gt;haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents bought a new tv.&lt;br /&gt;42 inch.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's too big and weird and ruins the living room -.-&lt;br /&gt;but quite cool lah,&lt;br /&gt;so huge. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but i kinda miss the old tv though.&lt;br /&gt;SENTIMENTAL VALUES. you know.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;post eya is super boring lah D:&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing to do at all -.-&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-7526687600539192171?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/7526687600539192171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=7526687600539192171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7526687600539192171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7526687600539192171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/aiyo.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-4385416673306434639</id><published>2008-10-18T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:51:46.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think David Cook looks like some weird hybrid of Brad Pitt, Chase Crawford (Nate from Gossip Girl) and Ed Westwick(Chuck).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except, David Cook has double chins sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is weird ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idolstalker.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/david-cook-week-2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand" height="238" alt="" src="http://www.idolstalker.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/david-cook-week-2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://thumbnails.cbsig.net/CBS_Production_TheCW/CBS_Production_TheCW/2008/04/22/Primetime/Gossip_Girl/686/920/gg_int_ed-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="268" alt="" src="http://thumbnails.cbsig.net/CBS_Production_TheCW/CBS_Production_TheCW/2008/04/22/Primetime/Gossip_Girl/686/920/gg_int_ed-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;David Cook!                                                                  Chuck, retard shot HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE THE RESEMBLANCE?!&lt;br /&gt;i think they look alike sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially when David is singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay rubbish. bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-4385416673306434639?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/4385416673306434639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=4385416673306434639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/4385416673306434639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/4385416673306434639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-david-cook-looks-like-some.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-8152827809696864583</id><published>2008-10-15T21:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:24:18.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;today is a tiring but fun day (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NETBALL CARNIVAL! ♥&lt;br /&gt;we spent 30 min deciding on admin stuff, and 2 hours to train! :D&lt;br /&gt;at first it was okay. we could get the netball courts and all.&lt;br /&gt;but then after that all the classes came and we had to proceed to use the&lt;br /&gt;hot hot hot hot hot scorching hotttt tennis court.&lt;br /&gt;.__.&lt;br /&gt;THEN the sec 4s came and had tennis.&lt;br /&gt;we had to clear the courts D:&lt;br /&gt;but anyway it was okay since we're all already reallyyy tired.&lt;br /&gt;SO WE TOOK A 40 MIN BREAK I THINK?&lt;br /&gt;and when we went back the the tennis court, the place was like&lt;br /&gt;300 times hotter than before&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;HEADACHEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;go 113! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to collect maths results.&lt;br /&gt;i got 40/50 at first .__.&lt;br /&gt;AT FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;4.0 right!&lt;br /&gt;then i thought teacher added my marks wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm supposed to get 41.&lt;br /&gt;The teachers DID add my marks wrongly,&lt;br /&gt;but they've given me 2 marks more, instead of 1 mark less&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;THERE GOES MY 4.0 D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such an honest kid&lt;br /&gt;*pat pat*&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Plaza Sing food court to eat lunch with Akoo, Dawne, Jo and Min ee. (:&lt;br /&gt;i got a seat to myself :O&lt;br /&gt;i ate pork chop rice o_O&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH RICE LAH.&lt;br /&gt;wasteee D:&lt;br /&gt;went there last sat with jas, who ate fried chicken cutlet rice?&lt;br /&gt;she didn't finish half her rice either.&lt;br /&gt;the aunty should give less .__.&lt;br /&gt;akoo's noodles were okay though.&lt;br /&gt;she gave me 2 pieces of fish cuz she didn't like them&lt;br /&gt;healthy, healthy elaine (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dawne: Koo want buy drink?&lt;br /&gt;Akoo: anything.&lt;br /&gt;Dawne: ???&lt;br /&gt;Akoo: just buy ANY candrink.&lt;br /&gt;-5 min later-&lt;br /&gt;Dawne: *drops a can of Anything on the table* your anything.&lt;br /&gt;Akoo: .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I liked Akoo's Anything, so i bought a can of Anything too, and walked Min Ee (halfway) to her bus stop then went to city hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESPLANADE LIBRARY IS A REALLY WEIRD PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;posh library huh.&lt;br /&gt;study with all the cheena clothes in glass casings.&lt;br /&gt;.__.&lt;br /&gt;got home at 7 and went online.&lt;br /&gt;STILL ONLINE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm really stupid lah.&lt;br /&gt;i just grouped everyone in my contact list into&lt;br /&gt;'people' and 'zmore people'&lt;br /&gt;so i regretted today, and spent 30 min regrouping my contacts before giving up.&lt;br /&gt;18x more contacts to sort.&lt;br /&gt;whatever-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting back physics and hist (and more) results tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;D;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'm not as suay as today!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;i go do something random hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASHLEYkkkk; AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;old macdonalds had an eeeee.&lt;br /&gt;E YA E YA LAINE! ;D&lt;br /&gt;(i'm so glad you wrote a song for me. wow. -.-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-8152827809696864583?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/8152827809696864583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=8152827809696864583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8152827809696864583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8152827809696864583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-8201964539156772152</id><published>2008-10-14T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:24:48.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh, EYAs are over -.-&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DON'T EVEN SENSE THE JOY.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm emoing a lot nowadays -.-&lt;br /&gt;It's just that, there're so much things to think and worry about.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting out of my hands D:&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, when elaine thinks, something bad usually happens to her.&lt;br /&gt;Elaine's not cut for thinking. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching gossip girl! :O&lt;br /&gt;it's nice, yo&lt;br /&gt;I bet you can't believe it though hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Gossip girl is so gossipy -.-&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;char and i are planning to do something :O&lt;br /&gt;It's a secret. Can't tell you :D&lt;br /&gt;(okay, but also because we haven't came out with anything yet -.-)&lt;br /&gt;I do nothing at home now but eat, sleep, slack, sleep, sleep, slack, eat, sleep, eat, eat, sleep, sleep, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Oh elaine,&lt;br /&gt;you're turning into a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;not like you weren't one in the first place&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well haha.&lt;br /&gt;I GUESS THAT'S POST EYAs LIFE FOR ME EH. (:&lt;br /&gt;but training's starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I IS GONNA WATCH GOSSIP GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;TATA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-8201964539156772152?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/8201964539156772152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=8201964539156772152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8201964539156772152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8201964539156772152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/gosh-eyas-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-6679446497525876187</id><published>2008-10-10T14:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:07:12.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL i'm only 24 posts ahead of the class blog.&lt;br /&gt;i was 100 plus ahead when the class blog was first created.&lt;br /&gt;.__.&lt;br /&gt;guess how much i blogged this year.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;a lot right! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm at Singapore Island Country Club now.&lt;br /&gt;it's such a gay place .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYAS ARE OVER ZOMFG.&lt;br /&gt;i think i totally screwed up for geog and lit and.&lt;br /&gt;argh, basically, everything ._.&lt;br /&gt;but who cares. it's over :D&lt;br /&gt;oh you know arh.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm damn lucky ._.&lt;br /&gt;i dno how to do math questions, anyhow do and got the same answers as bella and esther .__.&lt;br /&gt;OH I SHALL GO WATCH FRIENDS ON YOUTUBE. ZAI JIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeee&lt;br /&gt;erhurhur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-6679446497525876187?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/6679446497525876187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=6679446497525876187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6679446497525876187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6679446497525876187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/lol-im-only-24-posts-ahead-of-class.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-5894786198997492734</id><published>2008-10-01T23:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:07:57.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CELESTE IS SUCH A RETARDEDDDD FELLOW BEING(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following scene happened during Lit Revision Lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Yap: You guys are such drama mamas!&lt;br /&gt;Cel: Mrs Yap, are there drama papas?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Yap: ........ well if you are male, i suppose so...&lt;br /&gt;Cel: Then are there mamayas? (you know, papayas XD)&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Yap: .. i suppose so.. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next scene happened during geog revision lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cel: Ms Wong, do you know what's tested in the paper? (or smth like this!)&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong: Yep. Of course lah!&lt;br /&gt;Cel: REALLY?! PROVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;retardedness(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;i spent the whole of today sleeping and mugging geog.&lt;br /&gt;i failed the agriculture paper!&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;i really hope i'd pass this one -.-&lt;br /&gt;i spent 1 day writing 17 pages of notes.&lt;br /&gt;which may not even help.&lt;br /&gt;GRAHHH&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand why some people can mug for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Like, i look at notes/txtbooks and i feel like falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;NATURAL REACTION, YO ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leen is so retarded ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SOOfRnVFw_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jk5JhuFd21Y/s1600-h/SCREENSHOT_leenstupid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SOOfRnVFw_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jk5JhuFd21Y/s400/SCREENSHOT_leenstupid2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252216715408163826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Typo errors. D:&lt;br /&gt;i think i make lots of retarded errors -.-&lt;br /&gt;Jit Wu= Jiat Wush.&lt;br /&gt;wtf-.-hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SOOfCqpcbII/AAAAAAAAAJs/VEq4cezPgQQ/s1600-h/SCREENSHOT_leenstupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SOOfCqpcbII/AAAAAAAAAJs/VEq4cezPgQQ/s400/SCREENSHOT_leenstupid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252216458600803458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;click to enlarge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. you'd feel like smacking her too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRAUGHTRY HAS NICE SONGS.&lt;br /&gt;over you is nice(:&lt;br /&gt;BUT MCFLY STILL PWNSSSS&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;MUGG D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-5894786198997492734?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/5894786198997492734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=5894786198997492734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/5894786198997492734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/5894786198997492734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/celeste-is-such-retardedddd-fellow.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SOOfRnVFw_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jk5JhuFd21Y/s72-c/SCREENSHOT_leenstupid2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-5636125229213477763</id><published>2008-09-28T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:59:07.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I REALLY NEED TO HIT AILEEN PUA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥elaine                     ;when a star falls says:&lt;br /&gt;sry the com auto shut down o_O&lt;br /&gt;[     ♥    ]      carousels in the sky            ;leen. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;[     ♥    ]      carousels in the sky            ;leen. says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;♥elaine                     ;when a star falls says:&lt;br /&gt;i was like&lt;br /&gt;♥elaine                     ;when a star falls says:&lt;br /&gt;HUH WHY ARE ALL THE WINDOWS DISAPPEARING&lt;br /&gt;[     ♥    ]      carousels in the sky            ;leen. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;[     ♥    ]      carousels in the sky            ;leen. says:&lt;br /&gt;THEY BECAME DOORS&lt;br /&gt;[     ♥    ]      carousels in the sky            ;leen. says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;♥elaine                     ;when a star falls says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtffffff lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-5636125229213477763?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-1243726596567073517</id><published>2008-09-28T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:47:01.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helllo.&lt;br /&gt;it's really late now and i can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for phone call -.-&lt;br /&gt;which may probably never come -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr!&lt;br /&gt;leon is at macs studying with his bro and friend. o_O&lt;br /&gt;at 12.37 am.&lt;br /&gt;mish just came online. at 12.37 am&lt;br /&gt;leen and i are ranting on and on. at 12.37 am&lt;br /&gt;douglas' cousins are at his house. at 12.37 am.&lt;br /&gt;akoo is asleep. at 12.37 am.&lt;br /&gt;leen's sis is at a party. at 12.37 am.&lt;br /&gt;so many things are happening at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i dno why but i feel emo.&lt;br /&gt;night time really isn't good.&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'll stay up and think about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't posted any emo random post in quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been feeling alright these 2 days and i'm really glad that i've got great friends around,&lt;br /&gt;leen, zhong, john, sean brud, douglas (a bit? o_O), marcus, rongrong, mish, etc&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the concern and i'm sorry for emoing in class on friday!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL and i really don't know what i would have done if you guys weren't around to talk to me and tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;thanksss(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;alright i really don't like emoing on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;so there, byee (:&lt;br /&gt;study hard for eyas, yo.&lt;br /&gt;jys!&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-4353695892601087919.post-8636562872655918473</id><published>2008-09-25T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:15:20.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how happy i am when i saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SNuOuq5SwTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LY7J--Mi1WQ/s1600-h/JAPNOTICE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SNuOuq5SwTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LY7J--Mi1WQ/s320/JAPNOTICE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249946723070165298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(click to enlarge.)&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;if you're lazy:&lt;br /&gt;it says: &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;last day of Japanese class this year is Thursday, 23 October.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-8636562872655918473?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/8636562872655918473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=8636562872655918473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8636562872655918473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8636562872655918473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg_25.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeV0PyxyrzM/SNuOuq5SwTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LY7J--Mi1WQ/s72-c/JAPNOTICE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-8553353726900034357</id><published>2008-09-25T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:06:14.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.&lt;br /&gt;ELAINE IS BLOGGING WTFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;elaine says hi from her wonderful room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i finally get to use internet (on my tab) IN MY ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't gotten to use internet in my room much cuz the wireless connection is either unconnectable -.- or that it's so slow that i get pissed off and disconnect.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE AIRCON : D&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i'm causing global warming):&lt;br /&gt;but today is a really really really hot day.&lt;br /&gt;i can't take it. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALETHEA IS A REALLY WEIRD PERSON O_o&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'll ever forget her weird ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;and that includes wanting to be a tutu kuey seller.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel super proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;i have been mugging nonstop for 3 days X:&lt;br /&gt;okay. actually i feel geeky.&lt;br /&gt;but exams are coming&lt;br /&gt;AND I FAILED MY GEOG AGRICULTURE SA (omg i suck at human geog lahhh ):&lt;br /&gt;so i feel the urge to mug mug mug.&lt;br /&gt;plus there're always times when mugging + (y)&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started when i got dragged to kino with suyun -.-&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to drag her to island creamery with me after that.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end we ended up studying in star bucks for like 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;and i finished a lot and a lotttt of my homework! :D&lt;br /&gt;but i got super tired -.-&lt;br /&gt;then the nextday i went with suyun, shimei and alethea to starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;haha no subway :D&lt;br /&gt;i spent $10.80.&lt;br /&gt;on coffee, chocolate lava cake, and FATS.&lt;br /&gt;oh no )):&lt;br /&gt;i did work, but not as much as the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i went home and mugged like siao for jap. which is like 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER PROUD OF MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;i can even mug jap?&lt;br /&gt;:O wow.&lt;br /&gt;accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;studied in bishan library from 11 till 3 with gwen, eunice, nico(spell?), and a lot more other people from 106/101.&lt;br /&gt;THE TERROR OF SEC 1 JAP IS FINALLY OVER ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;i wrote rubbish for my answers in my paper though.&lt;br /&gt;it was super hard lah ):&lt;br /&gt;but i studied  8 hours in total for jap, and i didn't complete the 2 topics which most of the questions were set on.&lt;br /&gt;SMART ELAINE.&lt;br /&gt;.__.&lt;br /&gt;well at least no need to study for jap anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;until next year.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents better let me quit next year lah.&lt;br /&gt;CAN DIE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-oh i just read whatever i've written so far and found this post extremely boring. but i feel like ranting-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND I JUST REMEMBERED&lt;br /&gt;i went with ashley to island creamery on dunno what day (think last thursday) AND LEFT MY SEWING BAG ON THE RONALD MACDONALDS CHAIR.&lt;br /&gt;THEN I WALKED ALL THE WAY TO CORO (which is like 500m cuz i took the long way) UNDER THE FREAKING BLOODY HOT AND SCORCHING AND SIZZLING AND WHATNOT SUN BEFORE DISCOVERING SO.&lt;br /&gt;AND I WALKED ALL THE WAY BACK JUST TO GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;omgggggggggg. i feel stupid. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qinrong is rather funny XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: what's yellow fever?&lt;br /&gt;rong2: i dunno. i think it's fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;plus her "my curve is not straight ): "&lt;br /&gt;hahah super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance exam tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;not really looking forward to it cuz i can't even remember my chacha steps -.-&lt;br /&gt;and i can't remember anything that we're supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE I PASS HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye :D i shall go back to mugging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-8553353726900034357?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/8553353726900034357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=8553353726900034357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8553353726900034357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8553353726900034357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-8938656952228083173</id><published>2008-09-15T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:52:57.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised ianswered the first few questions wrongly o_O&lt;br /&gt;not going to change :D&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, ALVIN TAGGED ME (;&lt;br /&gt;he's nice.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-8938656952228083173?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/8938656952228083173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=8938656952228083173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8938656952228083173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8938656952228083173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-realised-ianswered-first-few.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-7939071186698247118</id><published>2008-09-15T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:50:17.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. The person who tagged me&lt;br /&gt;er.&lt;br /&gt;polytalks. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her&lt;br /&gt;uh. who's that o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impressions of him/her&lt;br /&gt;-.- don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she has done for you&lt;br /&gt;eh, to tag me?&lt;br /&gt;i did this quiz before, alvin.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she has said to you&lt;br /&gt;oh. it's.&lt;br /&gt;"Please tag &amp;amp; join us =) Singapore Tertiary Students Forum"&lt;br /&gt;Very memorable much! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will&lt;br /&gt;I'll become a bird and fly to the clouds and get an asthma attack.&lt;br /&gt;waiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes your lover, one thing he/she will have to improve on will be&lt;br /&gt;stop dating strangers. yes. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will&lt;br /&gt;hmm. idon't know : D  (doesn't matter i guess -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be&lt;br /&gt;cuz.&lt;br /&gt;he/she/it thinks i'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You want to tell for he/she now is&lt;br /&gt;ER. I'LL GO JOIN. i think&lt;br /&gt;maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is&lt;br /&gt;huh.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think people around you feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY DID THIS QUIZ BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The character about yourself you love&lt;br /&gt;stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary, what you hate about yourself is&lt;br /&gt;stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be&lt;br /&gt;a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;i know it's not a person, but shut up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people who care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;POK!&lt;br /&gt;hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz on to 10 people to see how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Aileen(you do it : D)&lt;br /&gt;2) Mish&lt;br /&gt;3) Marcus (got blog right...)&lt;br /&gt;4) Zhong&lt;br /&gt;5) Crow&lt;br /&gt;6) Charlene&lt;br /&gt;7) Qinrong&lt;br /&gt;8) Sandra&lt;br /&gt;9) Pigs&lt;br /&gt;10) Cows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is no. 6 having a relationship with right now?[charlene]&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If no. 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;(qinrong and cows) noo. qinrong.&lt;br /&gt;i thought you loved me. );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is no. 2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;(mish) whatever i am studying? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?&lt;br /&gt;(marcus)quite long ago o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What kind of music band does no.8 like?&lt;br /&gt;(sandra) ehhh. not to sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Does no. 1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;(leen)YES. an elder sister! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Will you woo no. 3?&lt;br /&gt;(marcus)HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How about no.7?&lt;br /&gt;(qinrong)oh. i don't mind&lt;br /&gt;HURHUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Is no. 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;(zhong)he's.&lt;br /&gt;a frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Surname of no. 5?&lt;br /&gt;(crow;celeste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Hobby of no. 10?&lt;br /&gt;uh.&lt;br /&gt;i really have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;eating grass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do 5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;(celeste and cows)&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, cel gets along really well with cows, yo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Where is no.2 studying?&lt;br /&gt;(mish) BEHIND ME. IN 113 RGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Talk about no. 1&lt;br /&gt;(leen) SNID!&lt;br /&gt;my snid buddy :D&lt;br /&gt;retarddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you tried developing feelings for no.8?&lt;br /&gt;(sandra). hmm. WAI NOT EH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Where does no. 9 live?&lt;br /&gt;(pigs) they live beside me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What colour does no. 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;(zhong)grey? dnoBLUE? better be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Are 5 and 1 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;(celeste and leen) I DNO.&lt;br /&gt;doubt so o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Does no.1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;(aileen) she has a pet turtle.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;and used to have a pet bunny! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Is no 7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;(qinrong)heh. no comments X:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What is no 10 doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;(cows) go find one and see for yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-7939071186698247118?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/7939071186698247118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=7939071186698247118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7939071186698247118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7939071186698247118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-6012936460488223268</id><published>2008-09-15T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:34:23.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna do the quiz on zhong's blog first o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What colour is your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er. white and. blue : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's the first person who comes up the letter M?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um.&lt;br /&gt;Technically, the first is ....&lt;br /&gt;Mail Deposit -.-&lt;br /&gt;If you want a human, it's marcus. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's the last person you called?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea.&lt;br /&gt;TO BORROW A TORCH : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was your last missed call from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. A very stupid person ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's the second person you missed called?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. The same very stupid person o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's speed dial 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- very stupidperson): again.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's the third person who come up under J?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASLIN!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who was your last received call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: stupid person-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was your second last received ca&lt;/span&gt;ll?&lt;br /&gt;My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your wallpaper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PENGWYN.&lt;br /&gt;FLAIYING-PENGYWNS(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your screensaver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er.&lt;br /&gt;some.&lt;br /&gt;naked dancing pig X:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many text messages have you received?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;lots -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What does your 5th message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er.&lt;br /&gt;"Why can't you buy them yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;DON'T GET THE WRONG IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a lazy bum ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was your last message from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evangelyn(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your alarm sound?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some christmas song in donald duck voice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your handphone ringtone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONALDDUCKKK&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's the first name in your phonebook&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;br /&gt;Which is actually my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;But i got lazy, so joan helped me save it as "A"&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is the last name in your phonebook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziron.&lt;br /&gt;X;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last 4 digits of your number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2660!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many phone contacts do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;188.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID I EVEN BOTHER COUNTING-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starhub/M1/Singtel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARHUB!&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT PLAN&lt;br /&gt;UNLIMITED FREE SMSES.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;(zhong, BEJEALOUSED;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-6012936460488223268?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353695892601087919.post-6494804668576614294</id><published>2008-09-15T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:54:22.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM ALONE AT HOME.&lt;br /&gt;my parents are overseas for 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;my bro is at grandmother's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am scared.&lt;br /&gt;D;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-6494804668576614294?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/6494804668576614294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=6494804668576614294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6494804668576614294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/6494804668576614294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-alone-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-1929962247665406456</id><published>2008-09-12T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:35:15.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lettuce is REALLY pronounced at LetIS. not lettERs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I'M AT LEEN'S HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaying around!(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah. actually cuz my parents have gone overseas (this morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to go home so early and BE ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhahahaha. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find her house interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ah bengs gathering at the void deck dwnstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the garang guni man.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NEVER SEEN THEM BEFORE X;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence, extremely interesting and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i shall continue on doing physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-1929962247665406456?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/1929962247665406456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=1929962247665406456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1929962247665406456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/1929962247665406456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/09/lettuce-is-really-pronounced-at-letis.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-4658800967726921662</id><published>2008-09-10T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:45:31.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LETTUCE IS PRONOUNCED AS LETTICE, NOT LETTUS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i told you.&lt;br /&gt;PREPARE FOR ORAL, YOS!&lt;br /&gt;i am in 106 now. );&lt;br /&gt;GOING FOR THIRD LANG LATER.&lt;br /&gt;i want to quit&lt;br /&gt;i want to quit&lt;br /&gt;i want to quit&lt;br /&gt;i want to quit&lt;br /&gt;but i cannot quit-.-&lt;br /&gt;my parents don't allow. -.-&lt;br /&gt;so later i'm going to tell my dad a lot of crap about jap causing me a lot of stress and taking up a lot of my time like only being able to get home past 8 and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;plus the traffic jams. &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;AND THE EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;and the failing.&lt;br /&gt;and the pulling down of my gpa.&lt;br /&gt;and ALLLL THAT NONSENSE JAP CAUSES.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;why did i even take it up =.=&lt;br /&gt;NO, ELAINE IS NOT STUPID, SHE'S SMARTER THAN YOU ARE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i think mr lim is a really really&lt;em&gt; fascinating&lt;/em&gt; philosophy teacher.&lt;br /&gt;seriously. we were discussing about the East Coast Beach cleanup thing.&lt;br /&gt;conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mich: Mr Lim, what if it rains?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim (commonly refered to as Limmy by&lt;br /&gt;Leti): *ignores*&lt;br /&gt;Akoo: Mr Lim, what if it snows/&lt;br /&gt;Limmy: I encourage you&lt;br /&gt;all to buy &lt;u&gt;thongs. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you need me to tell you what happened next : D&lt;br /&gt;AKOO IS RETARDED TOO.&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't know how to fold a shuriken star although i've taught and shown her for like 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;btw my nose is gettng better X;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.&lt;br /&gt;cle was a flasher lesson.&lt;br /&gt;i spent almost half of it running away from cass and esther.&lt;br /&gt;they wanted to pull my pinafore up.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN GROSS,&lt;br /&gt;DAMN FLASHER.&lt;br /&gt;i like cass's Spongebob BOXER ;D&lt;br /&gt;cute much.&lt;br /&gt;RETARDEDNESS HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;JI GUAN QIANG!! (laser gun)&lt;br /&gt;BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG&lt;br /&gt;BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200;"&gt;BOOOOOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you died. (after i'd shot you 18 times. and threw a bomb at you)&lt;br /&gt;but a farewell is only polite, so BYE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-4658800967726921662?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/4658800967726921662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=4658800967726921662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/4658800967726921662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/4658800967726921662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/09/lettuce-is-pronounced-as-lettice-not.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-7094747855747466924</id><published>2008-09-08T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:53:02.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;ict now.&lt;br /&gt;);&lt;br /&gt;I AM HAVING A BLOODY FLU!&lt;br /&gt;actually it isn't very bloody. just veryveryvery annoying.&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE USED UP 8 PACKETS OF TISSUE FOR THE PAST 4 HOURS x:&lt;br /&gt;hit me for killing earth&lt;br /&gt;);&lt;br /&gt;(btw, i haven't gotten a flu in 2 years. NOW ISN'T THE RIGHT TIME -.-)&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, holidays&lt;br /&gt;.I SLACKED LAH DUH&lt;br /&gt;the only things i did were:&lt;br /&gt;-math worksheets&lt;br /&gt;-movie (wall-e)&lt;br /&gt;-movie (star wars=.=)&lt;br /&gt;-movie (definitely maybe)&lt;br /&gt;-library (uh. no, didn't read, didn't work -.-)&lt;br /&gt;-eat&lt;br /&gt;-sleep&lt;br /&gt;-breathe&lt;br /&gt;-pig around&lt;br /&gt;-skipped around the house&lt;br /&gt;-jumped&lt;br /&gt;-sleep&lt;br /&gt;-sleep&lt;br /&gt;-sleep&lt;br /&gt;-sleep&lt;br /&gt;-sleep&lt;br /&gt;-eat&lt;br /&gt;-sleep&lt;br /&gt;-sleep&lt;br /&gt;-sleep&lt;br /&gt;-sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UH. YOU GET THE IDEA(;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And singapore didn't do very well in some netball international comp (i'll go find out the name of the competition later. i can't remember now!)&lt;br /&gt;There were 5 countries which competed&lt;br /&gt;(all are countries with black people except singaporeX: NO IT'S NOT MEANT TO BE RACIST THOUGH IT SOUNDS RACIST)&lt;br /&gt;Singapore &lt;em&gt;won&lt;/em&gt; fifth.&lt;br /&gt;oh well (:&lt;br /&gt;actually the players are reallyy good.&lt;br /&gt;but it's a new team. so i guess they need more bonding and stuff like there to know each other better on court ! X;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i don't suppose you want me to continue telling you about netball cuz i really doubt you'd understand/want to know anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall start blogging about big foot production activities!&lt;br /&gt;i've missed out on 2 already X:&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;Bigfoot topic 3: &lt;b&gt; write about your 3 favourite non-fictional characters/people &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly. I like chickens. i really do. &lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;br /&gt;see, they can fly (sort of. but only like 5 inches off the ground? or less. still. shut up)&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY RUN AROUND THE HOUSE CLUCKING.&lt;br /&gt;go ashley's house.&lt;br /&gt;you'll see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how many chickens she actually 'breeds'.&lt;br /&gt;chickens produce eggs. and i like eating eggs.&lt;br /&gt;you can't live without eggs.&lt;br /&gt;don't you eat bread, cakes, noodles, stuff?&lt;br /&gt;all these need eggs.&lt;br /&gt;eggs hatch and turn into chicks. (no, actually chicks hatch from eggs. aiya. same thing lah)&lt;br /&gt;chicks are adorable stuff which grow into chickens and the females of this species will thus lay more eggs which eventually hatch into chicks and blah.&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me of ashley's report for social studies last year o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DID THE EGG COME FIRST OR THE CHICKEN &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly,&lt;br /&gt;no one really cares );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECONDLY,&lt;br /&gt;theres. um.&lt;br /&gt;i like cows.&lt;br /&gt;they moo.&lt;br /&gt;o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRDLY, (oh no okay number 3 will not be an animal X: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"PIKACHU. HE'S SO TINY AND YELLOW AND SMALL AND CUTE ;D *does the action that Ash (the pokemon character) always does -.-*"&lt;/blockquote&gt;that's from leen.&lt;br /&gt;i kopi her w0rx. :D &lt;br /&gt;but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i used to like pokemon (and pikachu) a lot.&lt;br /&gt;but that was..... 8 years ago? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma done! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to move on the bigfoots topic 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who do you think won't win the US elections, and why.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mccain lor.&lt;br /&gt;cuz i don't like him.&lt;br /&gt;i even had to check yonlu's blog again to make sure i spelt his name correctly -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE. ;D&lt;br /&gt;*i hate my nose. and the music whoever is playing LOUDLY.&lt;br /&gt;switch it off, yo. ):*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-7094747855747466924?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/7094747855747466924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=7094747855747466924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7094747855747466924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/7094747855747466924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-ict-now.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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-4353695892601087919.post-8276401796490193394</id><published>2008-08-29T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:10:10.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ASHLEY'S HOUSE IS DARK AND GLOOMY AND SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;but her computer's keyboard is awesome(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIMEI IS SITTING BESIDE ME NOW.&lt;br /&gt;i feel her retardness spreading to me );&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA SHIMEI (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw marcus, i shall try to cut down the amount of emoticons used in this post-.- whatever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"nanyang was so boring. i don't know why."&lt;br /&gt;-shimei.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's because our batch mates are simply retarded and boring.&lt;br /&gt;and laura and vivian ran off without us );&lt;br /&gt;they abandoned us!&lt;br /&gt;so we hoboed off to ashley's house :D&lt;br /&gt;m and n are not very bonded :/&lt;br /&gt;although we're like the 2 most retarded and rebellious classes ever &lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;THAT EXPLAINS WHY OUR TEACHERS DON'T LIKE US MUCH 'CUZ WE GAVE THEM A LOT OF TROUBLE.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i miss nyps and katherine yuri sumantri ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye kat, have fun in USA, yo.&lt;br /&gt;MISS ME : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353695892601087919-8276401796490193394?l=the-summerescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/8276401796490193394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4353695892601087919&amp;postID=8276401796490193394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8276401796490193394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4353695892601087919/posts/default/8276401796490193394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-summerescapade.blogspot.com/2008/08/ashleys-house-is-dark-and-gloomy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>#.elaine`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990361763246254152</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>
