<?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-747508681213989824</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:01:22.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super fast sugar rush,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>383</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-7017655366073261991</id><published>2008-07-16T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:41:01.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://xanga.com/pbxxjelly"&gt;SWITCHEROO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/747508681213989824-7017655366073261991?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/7017655366073261991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=7017655366073261991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7017655366073261991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7017655366073261991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/07/switcheroo.html' title=''/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-4959865352808324652</id><published>2008-07-15T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:35:05.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Points</title><content type='html'>Exactly what are the odds, when you like someone, and they like you back? Just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The * turned out, okay, I guess, I think I should have added more peanut butter chips and they're a tad too sweet, but you know, i think that they're okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking too much now. Which sucks. ): Sigh Jo I want to go hang out again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-4959865352808324652?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/4959865352808324652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=4959865352808324652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4959865352808324652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4959865352808324652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/07/points.html' title='Points'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-6889708406441060728</id><published>2008-07-15T15:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:15:15.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chuck up left right</title><content type='html'>Okay okay crap. I can't find a single cupcake recipe that doesn't call for milk, unless they're vegan, in which I shall need to convert the Earth Balance crap and wtv but I don't have the time for it. Okay wtv shall just make something else. Easy right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days have been tiring and my Mac had some weird shut down so we sent it for repairs. Right now its hard-disk is being fixed up, and I hope to God they don't need to reformat it cos I didn't save anything at all. Back up, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-6889708406441060728?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/6889708406441060728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=6889708406441060728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6889708406441060728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6889708406441060728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/07/chuck-up-left-right.html' title='chuck up left right'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-3325594673270815813</id><published>2008-07-06T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:16:09.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rub-a-dub-dub</title><content type='html'>Ballet was, for once, actually fun. Sort of. We learned the g7 syllabus barre work (only the first 3, though) and pirouette enchaiment, which is about the longest pirouette exercise I've ever done, and not to mention the most confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funfair was, I don't know, not boring but not fun either, but Emelia and Mel kept laughing. Apparently they found the entire thing very funny. Which I do not get either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emelia: Just look at it!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm looking and I'm not laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its the balloons or something. Anyway. I bidded for a ballet painting but got outbidded. Hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-3325594673270815813?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/3325594673270815813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=3325594673270815813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3325594673270815813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3325594673270815813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/07/rub-dub-dub.html' title='Rub-a-dub-dub'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-1396394128854920030</id><published>2008-07-06T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T10:45:04.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idioteque</title><content type='html'>It's about the only song I like from Radiohead, Idioteque, I mean, but it's cool, with the sound effects and the beat that keeps continuing over adn over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I cannot make crepes to save my life, so I threw the entire thing away. Settled to make cheesecake instead, following some recipe mom found in a mag. And the cheesecake turned out... eggy. In texture anyway. I think I liked the sauce more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agh ballet today. Ms Tan is so so horreeeble. Okay that spelling was horrible. But you know. She's so horrible till she makes my spelling horrible! That's how HORRIBLE she is. And she's going to be teaching us G7 now, which is good, but in the first place we only wanted to learn G7 cos we thought that meant Ms Chew will teach or something!!! Agh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit Studio Wu, so I am now left with no dance lessons on Saturday. Which sucks. So now I'm looking for modern/street jazz dance class. Considering DanceArts but it's pretty pricey. Shiiiiiiiiiit. Too bad Ms Wee doesn't give just modern dance classes, or I'll join. Why must it be Modern AND Tap? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to all those who got into choir committee ;}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-1396394128854920030?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/1396394128854920030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=1396394128854920030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1396394128854920030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1396394128854920030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/07/idioteque.html' title='idioteque'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-6200257834016309306</id><published>2008-07-01T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:32:52.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>induced to a sleep so deep</title><content type='html'>Mommy bought bread! Means.... dumdumdum! I can eat peanut butter and banana sandwich tmr. The grilled one. Yum. Cookie woke me up at freaking 4a.m. with that horribly pitiful meow of hers so I thought she got herself hurt, but it turns out the cat was just hungry &gt;:[ and it took me like another half hour to fall asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lisa is so so so boring and she smells of old cupboards ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-6200257834016309306?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/6200257834016309306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=6200257834016309306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6200257834016309306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6200257834016309306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/07/induced-to-sleep-so-deep.html' title='induced to a sleep so deep'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-426017811825312618</id><published>2008-06-30T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:17:54.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jodi Picoult</title><content type='html'>I never really picked up a Jodi Picoult book before, cos I thought she got really commercialised, but I bought two of her books, The Pact and My Sister's Keeper, before I left for Russia. Must say her books aren't half bad. No actually they're better than good. So I shall go buy her other books when I get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Was out all day on Saturday and Sunday with Mom. After Friday night I think I got everything out of my system, so yeah, things are fine in the family. I want to make more and more brownies. They're yummy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Blue Lobster was okay, I guess, a waiter sucked like crap (Jasmine says he was a true blue Indian, but I don't know much about that) and we complained against him. But yeah, Mom says the next time we eat there he'll most probably poison us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night ate prata. Yumyum. And we got back the dresses! I like the black and beige one. I felt like a little girl again (in a good way) wearing them. Today had horrible cramps for a f'ing 2 1/2 hrs. Fell asleep in English and Ms Lisa didn't even notice. I want Mrs Goh back man. Sad that she's leaving this Thursday already. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnnnnnnnnnnn. Where do I get kirsch?!?! Dad's coming back this Friday and I haven't even started to get the ingredients yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-426017811825312618?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/426017811825312618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=426017811825312618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/426017811825312618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/426017811825312618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/06/jodi-picoult.html' title='Jodi Picoult'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-7959978147207937240</id><published>2008-06-27T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:24:26.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simmer shimmer, what-ever</title><content type='html'>Baked brownies, decided baking might do my temper some good. I guess it did. The brownies taste okay, but not the cake-y types that I like. Am I the only person who likes cakey brownies cos everyone else likes theirs fudgy. Which is kind of gross, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my blueberries sunk in a lot, so they look like empty eye-sockets now ): Cin's hinting at me to bake the coffee biscotti I made last time. Those were yummy, I guess, but I have to re-adjust the timing cos once it cools down its texture changes into stale bread's texture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading through yummydummy. Damn now I really want to eat the swiss rolls and min jiang kueh (peanut pancake!). And I never thought one could cry so much. My eyes hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-7959978147207937240?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/7959978147207937240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=7959978147207937240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7959978147207937240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7959978147207937240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/06/simmer-shimmer-what-ever.html' title='simmer shimmer, what-ever'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-9201396213462518988</id><published>2008-06-27T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:29:59.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired. I truly am. Tired of all the damn flare-ups you make. You're not the only one who's busy, and I'm not the only one who doesn't try to understand. You make the mistakes, just as I do, but I'm the one who has to apologize first? Oh wait, scratch that, I already did remember? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, whatever, I don't care anymore. It doesn't seem like you do. So why should I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-9201396213462518988?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/9201396213462518988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=9201396213462518988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/9201396213462518988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/9201396213462518988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-2021080663999771290</id><published>2008-06-23T18:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:34:21.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roman Russian Holiday</title><content type='html'>Hihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still totally flat out giddy and a bit nauseous from the flight (which, by the way, has totally sucky crew, but more on that later) but wtv I want to post and stuff. Russia was madfun! Well, besides the times when I got homesick on the first few days or screwing up our performance at the church or getting giddy after the bus rides and etc etc etc. But yeah it was damn fun &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+cold&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight there seemed shorter than 11 hours, I don't know why, but my tailbone really hurt after sitting down for so long. And the weirdest part is that the sky even at 7 looks like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SF-Sgc8M5gI/AAAAAAAAAUg/n0tlla3-5uY/s1600-h/DSC02472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SF-Sgc8M5gI/AAAAAAAAAUg/n0tlla3-5uY/s320/DSC02472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215047979740489218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know, but I was too out of it to be bothered about it. The room in Moscow was bigger than the one in St. Pete's and it was kind of nice in the simple, budget hotel way. Yup, but European women are so... braless sometimes, it's damn gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food in Russia is all about cheese, oil, cold bread, and more oil. I don't know what's up with the cold bread but it's not nice at all, so when we finally got freshly baked bread I was like all :D xinfinity but the jam inside was horrible. The bread was yummy, though. Yumyumyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Pete's is so much more prettier than Moscow, with all the European buildings and stuff. Most of the pictures taken were from the bus, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SF-mYqd4dVI/AAAAAAAAAU8/JjJRNgx0Gs0/s1600-h/DSC02481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SF-mYqd4dVI/AAAAAAAAAU8/JjJRNgx0Gs0/s320/DSC02481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215069836165018962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SF-mZFr4vdI/AAAAAAAAAVE/3ahFhT-BVDA/s1600-h/DSC02482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SF-mZFr4vdI/AAAAAAAAAVE/3ahFhT-BVDA/s320/DSC02482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215069843471515090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SF-mZbzSw5I/AAAAAAAAAVM/JS6v_i4HWMQ/s1600-h/DSC02487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SF-mZbzSw5I/AAAAAAAAAVM/JS6v_i4HWMQ/s320/DSC02487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215069849408160658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SF-mZuT8SZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/BPdUHNJo1VQ/s1600-h/DSC02489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SF-mZuT8SZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/BPdUHNJo1VQ/s320/DSC02489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215069854376937874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SF-mZ9XYhsI/AAAAAAAAAVc/sr9uNlAZFCc/s1600-h/DSC02492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SF-mZ9XYhsI/AAAAAAAAAVc/sr9uNlAZFCc/s320/DSC02492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215069858417903298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SGCauVooD9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/sgo61yyy2ac/s1600-h/DSC02526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SGCauVooD9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/sgo61yyy2ac/s320/DSC02526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215338489367236562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SGCauw4AF5I/AAAAAAAAAVs/6zEvpqgqLdw/s1600-h/DSC02530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SGCauw4AF5I/AAAAAAAAAVs/6zEvpqgqLdw/s320/DSC02530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215338496679483282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SGCavCTej-I/AAAAAAAAAV0/scHSO-cnRmI/s1600-h/DSC02535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SGCavCTej-I/AAAAAAAAAV0/scHSO-cnRmI/s320/DSC02535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215338501358129122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SGCavWf9X3I/AAAAAAAAAV8/CQC5p20uZHI/s1600-h/DSC02538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SGCavWf9X3I/AAAAAAAAAV8/CQC5p20uZHI/s320/DSC02538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215338506779189106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3264/2606320937_f42ccd93db.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 259px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3084/2606319467_a9d860fc3a.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3149/2606317927_5079e933c0.jpg?v=1214294016" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 273px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3203/2607145444_f7c387181f.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 381px; height: 285px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3093/2606315833_bd0657ca08.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 371px; height: 278px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3267/2606314483_0d60af2de2.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 282px; height: 376px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3158/2606313191_5f9c5eac7b.jpg?v=1214294049" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 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style="width: 343px; height: 257px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3232/2606293175_44d4c9f958.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 332px; height: 249px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3085/2606292019_26bb7d6bfa.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 387px; height: 290px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3202/2606286153_0e787aab41.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3223/2606283005_1b984b2bdd.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 273px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3143/2606281571_13f4a34ac6.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3118/2606269641_ddd30e961a.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Damn okay I don't want to post pictures anymore, it takes so f'ing long and as you can tell I am the type of person who has very little to no patience at all. So I shall type. And type and type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the first night I was completely zonked out and was very disoriented and worse still we had to lug our luggages up the stairs (my luggage was 18kg!!) and everything omg I wanted to die already and it was not that cold out that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domestic flight to St. Pete's was beyond scary, the plane seemed to shake a lot and I had this horrible vision that we would just drop out of the sky. Nevertheless, managed to fall asleep on it and only woke after landing. St. Pete's was cold and nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel in St. Pete's was so f'ing smalllllllllllllllll. But I love the balcony, sort of. The hotel's facing the river directly and people play stupid techno music every night or either they get married and release balloons and like, you know, yell and scream. I wanted to throw my shoe down or something, but seeing as how Russians are so 'passionately' scary, haha, no, I didn't, but Jasmine and I did yell for them to shut up out of our window. Oh and I threw a paper ball down and the woman immediately looked up to see who threw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practiced mostly outside the hotel facing the river and it was so cool because cars actually slow down to look and people look out of the window (this one guy even sat on the windowsill to listen) or stand outside of the hotel, or stop at the opposite bank and stuff. And we had echoes which was so fun to do but there were so many bugs and they bit everyone, Jia Min had this horrible bite which proceeded to get bigger and bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First performance at the church was mediocre, rushed for Kerraban Sape like nobody's business but I think Ave was okay. Wtv, more practice for that! By the second performance we miraculously improved and Mr Kwei said the Harmonia University Choir (the one we competed against for Folklore) were like &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SGCt9kPmIpI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ZALaYetXwL4/s1600-h/D%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SGCt9kPmIpI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ZALaYetXwL4/s320/D%3B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215359641707750034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by the time we finished Binama. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance day itself we woke up at like, 5? And then did warm-ups and everything, and had to leave for the hall already and I was f'ing jittery. The place was pretty with that vintage sort of feel but the toilet stank like crap and you can smell it even in the hallway. P-ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed a bit for Folklore, but like, I think we improved a lot, esp. for Mepalian. (is it Meplalian or Mepalian, cos I never really knew.) and we did the retarded ja-ja-ja part way better than we have before. Which you know, is good. The squatting (however more retarded) helps, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then like, you know, at first Emilyn and I thought that the Astonian choir had beaten us cos we heard something like 'Youth... 19 years old...' then suddenly 'Astonian something something choir!' then they cheered so we were like, 'Huh we lost to them?!' but then suddenly, 'And with a 100 points, Tanjong Katong Secondary School!' and we were all like jumping and screaming. Like o-m-g x 19382938203923882!!! Folklore snatched a 96 but all the trophies are so small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how bitchy Westerners can get eh. Just cos we're Asian and all. The only other nice choir besides NUS was the Old Man choir which had really good (and not to mention super super friendly) singers. The rest were like... absolute a-holes. Rude, mean, uncivilised a-holes. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some sightseeing, all the pictures I shall not upload cos yes I'm that lazy but St. Pete's is pretty everywhere whereas Moscow is only pretty at Red Square, where I froze my butt and ears off because I was wearing 3/4s which, was a HUGE mistake on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw one really really f'ing f'ing hot guy at Red Square. He was wearing this black bomber jacket, I think he's some sports group cos they were all wearing the same jacket and he has those really nice icy gray eyes. You know how Draco Malfoy's eyes are always being described in the HP books? Yes, imagine that, then make it prettier X3. Ate Russian ice cream even though I was so very cold, and I finally ate Blinis, but not with jam (sadly) but with ham and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agh and I took a picture with this super duper cute boy who kept laughing and jumping in the airport. We had to communicate with sign language with his dad and it was so funny cos Jasmine pinched her own cheeks when she was trying to explain why we wanted a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, can we take a picture *pretends to take a picture* with your son *points to him* cos he's so cute *pinches cheek*?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got really nice eyes and just about the cutest smile and he was so cheerful and bubbly and I got to carry him! Haha omg so cute!! Picture's with Jia Min. I shall only post pictures with other people once I have the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss the weather in Russia. It's cold and nice and cold cold cold.&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/747508681213989824-2021080663999771290?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/2021080663999771290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=2021080663999771290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/2021080663999771290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/2021080663999771290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/06/roman-russian-holiday.html' title='&lt;strike&gt;Roman&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;i&gt;Russian&lt;/i&gt; Holiday'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SF-Sgc8M5gI/AAAAAAAAAUg/n0tlla3-5uY/s72-c/DSC02472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-1151694823971445832</id><published>2008-06-16T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:24:37.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with me.</title><content type='html'>I don't feel like going Russia anymore eh. Like, stay in SG instead. Who knows what's going to happen there. Agh since when did I turn into such a homebody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-1151694823971445832?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/1151694823971445832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=1151694823971445832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1151694823971445832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1151694823971445832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='What is wrong with me.'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-3211698607684782800</id><published>2008-06-15T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:21:11.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lag.</title><content type='html'>Is it really possible to survive on 5 hours of sleep? It took me 5 hours to fall asleep last night and I only slept for another 5-6 hours before waking up. Agh damn and I'm like, on the borderline of sleepy and awake, which really sucks. No more naps for me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballet today was just about awesome. I love the Grade 7 syllabus. It's so much more... I don't know, but it's very nice, as in the barre work. I'm not sure about centre work, though. See Mel, you were so scared for your marks but you got higher than me eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I need to finish packing already. But part of me doesn't want to and go back to sleep. But if I do I know I'm going to have trouble sleeping tonight, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-3211698607684782800?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/3211698607684782800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=3211698607684782800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3211698607684782800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3211698607684782800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/06/lag.html' title='Lag.'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-4432540796556025480</id><published>2008-06-14T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:09:11.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huffalump</title><content type='html'>Bitchhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, who the fuck told you to go wipe my computer!! Screwed up some of my documents and everything man. HOW MANY F'ING TIMES DID YOU WIPE IT. Wl, thank God I saved my History assignment or I will fucking yell at her, I swear. I mean, I know she did it with good intentions, but who the fuck will go wipe a computer when it is ON?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir was beyond disastrous. Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-4432540796556025480?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/4432540796556025480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=4432540796556025480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4432540796556025480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4432540796556025480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/06/huffalump.html' title='Huffalump'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-2105196483461917957</id><published>2008-06-13T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:11:22.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SFJhVIgX4YI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Cc3dG_6YC2w/s1600-h/number074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SFJhVIgX4YI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Cc3dG_6YC2w/s320/number074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211334734509498754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SFJhVlEo_WI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ASrkDZd89t8/s1600-h/number073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SFJhVlEo_WI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ASrkDZd89t8/s320/number073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211334742177807714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, all classes are fully booked tomorrow. Shit. I've only gone for 1 lesson this entire month, and that lesson was only hiphop! Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know, weird pictures, but those are the 2 f'ing blisters I've gotten from... rope jumping. I know. 'Rope jumping? How do you get blisters from that?' Apparently you do. Don't ask how this happened since I've jumped ropes a million times before but this is the first time this has happened. And the blisters are at such an awkward place that now whenever I tie my hair, or wash my hair or ANYTHING they'll sting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tastespotting closed down! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Shit. Why are there so many bad things happening today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I finally woke up at 10 today, (which is hard, considering my body's clock wakes up at about 8-9 every f'ing morning now, even though I only went to sleep at 1 in the morning.) and the biscotti tastes better today. And choir practice went pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to bake bake bake though. Agh why can't I have gluttony family members/neighbors so I can give it to them! I only want to bake, but I don't want to eat it. Yes, I'm weird that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to finishing up History. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-2105196483461917957?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/2105196483461917957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=2105196483461917957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/2105196483461917957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/2105196483461917957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SFJhVIgX4YI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Cc3dG_6YC2w/s72-c/number074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-7173464352569641759</id><published>2008-06-13T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:21:44.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter bitter bitter</title><content type='html'>Crapppp. The chocolate coffee biscotti turned out horribly bitter. I mean, to me, someone who can relatively withstand the bitterness of dark chocolate, it's okay, I guess. But shit man I was thinking of giving these away. Damn I should have just made the coffee biscotti I made previously. Those were yummy. Damn damn damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taekwondo was fun, obviously. Sadly we'll have to miss next week's. But good news is we finally learned the rest of our pattern! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vann is so cute I swear I can scream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-7173464352569641759?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/7173464352569641759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=7173464352569641759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7173464352569641759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7173464352569641759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/06/bitter-bitter-bitter.html' title='Bitter bitter bitter'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-1414179027288037551</id><published>2008-06-11T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:08:56.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's not my name</title><content type='html'>Oh ho ho, I've finally finished (most of) my homework. I only have History and PW stuff left. I am so v proud of myself. I finally stopped procrastinating and finished off the last bits of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir just now. Damn am I tired or what. Where did the gray clouds go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-1414179027288037551?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/1414179027288037551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=1414179027288037551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1414179027288037551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1414179027288037551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/06/thats-not-my-name.html' title='That&apos;s not my name'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-7974173166697697292</id><published>2008-06-11T09:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:45:31.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doesn't this look so much like the Vanity Fair Miley Cyrus photo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs30/300W/i/2008/149/8/9/myself_by_amaia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Only much more classier and she doensn't look like a ghost or anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night a really strong, sudden wind started and it was so strong we thought it was raining due to the rustling of the leaves. Then it started to rain really really heavily. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the sky was (and is, sort of) gray and cold and dreary. Don't you just love today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;+Photo from &lt;a href="http://amaia.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://amaia.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&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/747508681213989824-7974173166697697292?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/7974173166697697292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=7974173166697697292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7974173166697697292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7974173166697697292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/06/doesnt-this-look-so-much-like-vanity.html' title=''/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-4218829514163046203</id><published>2008-06-09T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:41:11.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Achey achey</title><content type='html'>Yay Jo's back from China!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly we can't go out much cos I am still aching a lot everywhere and today choir really drained me out. And singing under the rotunda was mucho distracting cos of the a) insects which make me feel v itchy, b) the basketball people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy this &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com.sg/Holga-Polaroid-Back-new-Polga-NEW-IN-BOX-SELL-FAST_W0QQitemZ170227249058QQihZ007QQcategoryZ3347QQrdZ1QQssPageNameZWD2VQQcmdZViewItemQQ_trksidZp1638Q2em122#ebayphotohosting"&gt;(X)&lt;/a&gt; a lot! So so much. But I'm broke from shopping already. Which, you know, sucks. Agh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every itty bit of my hurts like crap. Have I mentioned that yet? Okay wtv I finally met my previously non-existent neighbor today while walking back from choir.  And he is so unfriendly, hmph, stuck-up white. Oh well. Wtv. Still need to finish PW oh god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-4218829514163046203?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/4218829514163046203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=4218829514163046203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4218829514163046203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4218829514163046203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/06/achey-achey.html' title='Achey achey'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-3467200654420944102</id><published>2008-06-08T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:54:53.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I passed!</title><content type='html'>Got back my ballet exam results. Got a distinction :D Ms Chew taught us today. And though it was f'ing tiring (my legs were like jelly after the lesson) it was way better than lessons with... Ew, Ms Tan. At least Ms Chew will joke and not get moodswingy and wtv shit. I totally forgot how much nicer Ms Chew was than Ms Tan. Agh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to download the f'ing flash program. Anybody can send me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-3467200654420944102?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/3467200654420944102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=3467200654420944102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3467200654420944102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3467200654420944102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-passed.html' title='I passed!'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-7938471169613556219</id><published>2008-06-07T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T12:10:02.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain stay a day</title><content type='html'>It's raining. Heavily. And the best part is? I'm indoors so I can enjoy rain for all its worth. :) But then again today I have to do homework (finish it, anyway) and there's no dance today! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is kind of weird. When there's dance I don't really want to go but when there isn't, I want to go v badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I have to wait an hour before I can bake the marcarons, so I guess I have to start on the music assignments. DUMDUMDUMDUM~~ The horror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-7938471169613556219?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/7938471169613556219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=7938471169613556219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7938471169613556219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7938471169613556219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/06/rain-rain-stay-day.html' title='Rain rain stay a day'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-2747042260835494655</id><published>2008-06-06T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:40:28.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so f'ing jealous</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PO-5N9mdEmM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PO-5N9mdEmM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly to Houston, Texas right now and take lessons from her. (Jasmine Habervo, the choreographer/teacher, I mean.) Watch it. Seriously. This choreo is so f'ing nice! Nicer than Brian's one the week before last, I think. Cos Brian's one is very... sensual HAHA YEAH. As in, I feel totally invisible during his lessons please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Brian: Aiya, you all don't have to be shy la. We're all adults please. -Pauses- Except for you, -points to the girl IN FRONT of me- You're only what... 16? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO. I'm only what... 14?! Oh well. Means I have to start dancing much much much better. Because I think he only speaks to good dancers. Like Jazreel, Nadine, Yi Wen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday went for dentist appointment at Mt. E so we could shop at Paragon. Finally tried the Canele marcaron but they only had coffee but it was nice anyway. The meringue we bought at Gastronimia (was that the shop name? I can't remember.) was rose-flavoured. It wasn't not nice, but it wasn't nice either. Should have bought the vanilla one in Canele's instead. Bought nice stuff. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir was. No comment. Wtv. And I think * should really go and... Okay I can't think of anything vile right now but yeah * should just f' off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-2747042260835494655?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/2747042260835494655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=2747042260835494655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/2747042260835494655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/2747042260835494655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-so-fing-jealous.html' title='I am so f&apos;ing jealous'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-7724064892798679778</id><published>2008-06-01T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:46:24.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me or what</title><content type='html'>I think that Edmund in Narnia (Skandar Keynes) got ridiculously hot, right! In the first movie he looked v plain but now he looks so much better. I think W Moseley looks a bit. I don't know. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaza was totally jammed so we left the house at about 6, thinking we'd be early but instead we only got into the mall (after being stuck at the long queue into the carpark and parking) at... 7.15. I know. Bloody long queues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was nice though, I thought it was a bit rushed, or some bits. I don't see what's the big deal about Ben Barnes eh. He's not hot. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am v. tempted to clean up the house right now. Because it's f'ing messy and I seem to be experiencing some anxiety. I'm not saying it looks like a pigsty. But my room could use *a bit* of cleaning up. And I need to throw out the stupid piano. Agh I've been stuck with the damned instrument problem since last year and the stupid salvation army isn't accepting it or something. Annoying annoying. It's not like I can just throw it out of the window. Which you know, I wouldn't mind doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to POKKY/you may know me: Wow yes I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; "thing" lots of people like me! I had absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; idea that I "sux" either! So thanks for enlightening me on that particular bit of information. But perhaps you should go get a few lessons or two on spelling and grammar, I believe it'll be easier for everyone else to read on my conceited behavior. If you think I suck so much, then why are you reading my blog? Tsk, this is called self-inflicted behavior. I like being a bitch eh, so why should I stop, just because you're "telling me to"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-7724064892798679778?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/7724064892798679778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=7724064892798679778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7724064892798679778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7724064892798679778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/06/is-it-just-me-or-what.html' title='Is it just me or what'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-8419449932344963121</id><published>2008-05-30T11:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:35:51.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad Influence</title><content type='html'>Agh this is bad, Dad's fever has returned. Today he seems better though, but last night he seemed very out of it. Agh am I tired or what. And a bit sad. Lots of other things. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-8419449932344963121?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/8419449932344963121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=8419449932344963121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8419449932344963121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8419449932344963121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/05/bad-influence.html' title='A Bad Influence'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-4450959940787520458</id><published>2008-05-27T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:25:40.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Total robbery</title><content type='html'>I think karma truly exists. Like, on Sunday night my fever was already subsiding right, but after I made fun of those horrible singers on the charity show, my fever started rising. By 1 in the morning I was 40.2 degrees, and Dad said I have to go to the doctor's now. Which, you know, pissed me off a little, because a) I was so f'ing cold even under 2 blankets and the fan/air-con wasn't even on, and b) I knew there was a very high chance that I vomit should I get onto a vehicle. But no, Dad was adamant that I go so we bundled me up in a thick jacket and tracks and went to East Shore Hospital. Got a jab for my fever, and I immediately felt like I was some radiator. Like, my heat was being dispelled like whoosh. And had lots of medicine. Total bill was 200. I was too out of it to comment on the price, but now my fever is ranging quite low, so yeah LIKE WTF 200 F'ING DOLLARS WHAT ARE YOU MAD?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid tonsilitis. I don't know how you spell it but this seems correct. This has been the 3rd time since I've gotten it last time after camp. This sucksssssssss. Today went to school for art p.w. and finished my candy collage and balloon thing, but I felt too tired so I didn't talk much. When i got home I found out my fever returned so I skipped sectionals. I hope I'll be better by tmr to go, cos there's... DUNDUNDUNDUN. Costume check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agh. And now Daddy's sick too, which you know, sucks, because that means I might have passed it to him. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-4450959940787520458?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/4450959940787520458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=4450959940787520458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4450959940787520458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4450959940787520458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/05/total-robbery.html' title='Total robbery'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-3995217279247580598</id><published>2008-05-25T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:50:10.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity show horror</title><content type='html'>Sorry la! I don't mean to laugh (okay actually I do) but the singing is atrocious! Tune in to channel 8's charity show. First the children singing that song, um, whats it called, okay wtv &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; song, &amp;amp; they were horribly off-tune. As in, there was NO NOTE THAT WAS IN TUNE. I know, it's a charity show, so give and take a little, but I can't help but wonder did they purposely get horrible off-tune kids to sing the song, so as to make others think of them as... I don't know, like donate out of pity and everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever subsided, which, sort of sucks, I guess, but I'm definitely in no shape to go choir tmr. My voice is croaky, when I do talk, and i have lots of phlegm. I don't know how I'm gonna sleep tonight; my nose keeps getting blocked. Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-3995217279247580598?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/3995217279247580598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=3995217279247580598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3995217279247580598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3995217279247580598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/05/charity-show-horror.html' title='Charity show horror'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-3007707314471410728</id><published>2008-05-25T10:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T10:53:55.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the f' is going on in here</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why am I so f'ing emotional today and it's getting me all arugnrufnoiddsn and it might be the fever or something else ARGH WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR YOU TO JUST GET UP AT 8 AND GO EAT MACS WITH ME. F'ing pissed off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-3007707314471410728?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/3007707314471410728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=3007707314471410728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3007707314471410728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3007707314471410728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-f-is-going-on-in-here.html' title='What the f&apos; is going on in here'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-1716374836754229566</id><published>2008-05-23T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T15:55:22.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what you get</title><content type='html'>I think if choir practices were all held by Mr. Kwei, a)we will improve a lot faster, and b)choir won't be such a drag. Because, well, no offence but I can't really stand Mr Foong, and Marie/Marcus always stop us in the middle of the song so even if we build up some suspense/intensity during the song, the moment they make us stop it's gone, which is so f'ing annoying. And Mr Kwei makes funny comments anyway, which you know, helps in passing time. And Mr Kwei usually ends on time/early, which is a definite plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I think it'll cost a hefty sum to have Mr Kwei conducting all the choir sessions, so wtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you have guessed, we had choir today again. Today there seemed to be many sops missing. Agh my eyes are f'ing itchy. ANYWAY. I am so so so so so glad}x9182982039 times that this semester is finally over! No more listening to Ms Toh's scoldings and having to chase after people for forms or anything, ANYMORE. It's now Dexter's job! The good thing about the Class Comm. Feedback on wednesday was that a)we get to slack, b)leave school earlier than the rest and c)we can complain about bitchy teachers!! And we talked about * as well which you know, I find funny and its not totally unexpected of *.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah there's nothing to watch on telly so I switched to Animal Planet. I want to bake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-1716374836754229566?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/1716374836754229566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=1716374836754229566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1716374836754229566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1716374836754229566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/05/thats-what-you-get.html' title='That&apos;s what you get'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-6750616671803775298</id><published>2008-05-22T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T14:47:59.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the dB family</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a week! Oh well. I'm like f'ing tired nowadays and I barely have the time to start on the holiday homework yet, anyway, (thanks to choir)(which is totally taking over our lives)(it's like I can't have a social life during June holidays anymore!) and during tuition I'm super crabby and I cannot stand that St. Pats boy. The short one, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd Sam and I were bitching about him. Ooh how would I like to go punch his face and give him a REAL tongue piercing. See how he's going to brag about it then! I doubt he'd be able to make those stupid attention-craving WHOOSH sounds with his teeth any longer because he'd be on the floor in excrucriating pain!!! MUAHAHA. I know, I'm such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Choir ytd was about the suckiest one yet, and Jiamin spilled water. Not on herself though. ON ME, of course. What else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bazaar baking was fun! Too many people, I think, cos some barely helped, but yeah Nad's house is f'ing awesome. And her cat looks cuddly. But you know, her cat scratches, so yeah. Omg I have this sudden urge to go hug Cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bazaar today was so. Bleugh. Last year's seemed more... energetic? Lively. Yeah. It was more Lively. Definitely. This year's was almost mellow. But I like the... something paiti that 2D sold. Yummy. Bad thing was it was kind of hard to eat, with the 2 ulcers I have. Oh! One of my ulcer is in the shape of a V. Weird or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Going to sleep first, then ptm. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-6750616671803775298?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/6750616671803775298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=6750616671803775298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6750616671803775298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6750616671803775298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome-to-db-family.html' title='Welcome to the dB family'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-3417498834636688623</id><published>2008-05-16T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:30:08.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, a breather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SC1b2oGnfSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/MpxXrW7TDwc/s1600-h/number065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SC1b2oGnfSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/MpxXrW7TDwc/s320/number065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200914138719026466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked the lemon sugar snaps, and as you can see, they look exactly like snickerdoodles. The texture is about the same (buttery, crisp edges, crumbly), but the taste is definitely lemon. And who loves lemon-flavoured stuff more than yours truly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yumyum. And I left them in the oven after the heat time was finished to let it get a bit crispier. It worked! I repeat, yumyum. Baking is so therapeutic, I think I would bake everyday, but then if I do, all the food won't be eaten so, yeah, :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think Ed Westwick will make a better Edward than Cedric Diggory (Okay, his name is like, Robert Pattison or something, but wtv!) They both have that weird stare anyway. Oh well, I watched some clips of the season finale. I cannot wait. Yes yes yessssssssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-3417498834636688623?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/3417498834636688623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=3417498834636688623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3417498834636688623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3417498834636688623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-breather.html' title='Finally, a breather'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SC1b2oGnfSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/MpxXrW7TDwc/s72-c/number065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-4831088436199590116</id><published>2008-05-14T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:55:38.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revisiting</title><content type='html'>I caved in and bought Twilight and reread it. I know, 'she's so stupid, she's already read the book before, so why is she buying it again?' The book is so easy to fall in love with, seriously. Anyway, results are back (most of them) and I have... 4 A1s so far? But only 2 of the A1s are like 80+ so, yeah, maybe next time I can do better or something. The rest are all B3-4s :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched GG Ep. 17 yesterday. Seriously, I want to kill G already. Or maybe if she's psycho enough she can kill herself, like, in a fit or something. YEAH HOW ABOUT THAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir is almost on everyday of the week now, bloody tiring. Hopefully next week won't be like this man! This week was tiring. Like REALLY tiring. My heels hurt like crap for some reason unknown, but everytime I stand on them now they tingle (in a bad way) and my shoulders hurt too. Oh well, tomorrow's Thursday, so maybe it'd be better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bazaar preparations next week! Cookie baking at N's house on Tuesday. Snickerdoodles, only, cos I don't have any other fail-safe cookie recipe, and there's no time this week to try bake any other type of cookies. (Although I reaaaaaaaaaaaaally want to try bake peanut butter cookies, or lemon sugar cookies, to get rid of the lemons I have in the fridge still.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is total BS right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-4831088436199590116?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/4831088436199590116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=4831088436199590116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4831088436199590116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4831088436199590116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/05/revisiting.html' title='Revisiting'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-6349224865889199626</id><published>2008-05-08T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:09:08.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By George, I think she's got it!</title><content type='html'>SUCCESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not exactly, there's still tomorrow left to take it out of the fridge, freeze, dip in chocolate and decorate decorate decorate!! Haha fun. And then choir had to go ruin it all. Shit I didn't hand in my form and what if Mdm Goo isn't there?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a blister below my pinky finger on my palm due to the whisking. It hurts a lot, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agh, S why are you so... confusing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-6349224865889199626?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/6349224865889199626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=6349224865889199626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6349224865889199626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6349224865889199626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/05/by-george-i-think-shes-got-it.html' title='By George, I think she&apos;s got it!'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-1613192581891112343</id><published>2008-05-08T10:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T10:43:18.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take out your hats and flips</title><content type='html'>Before I exclaim how happy I am that exams are finally over, let me wish my dear friend Manda a very &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  I know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;, what a very gay colour, but pink, what a very gay colour that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I like&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, hope you enjoy your busy busy life in IB, Manda, I think we'll be meeting up soon because I heard my Mom talking to your Mom over the phone last night, so yeah, yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, exams are all done. Finito. I am happy. And anyway, I'm going to spend 2 hours or so in Parkway without company today. Because I have to buy some stuff to make the * for my mom for Mother's Day and if I buy them today I can start today cos the bloody thing is a tedious few-days-needed-of-work. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know Cin's going to be really mad when she comes home because the stupid girl took a blueberry muffin to school today, thinking that it was a chocolate chip muffin. And I, however smart but blur, took the chocolate chip one because HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW SHE LEFT IT AT HOME? So tadum, now her last chocolate chip one is in my tummy and she's most probably complaining about how she took the first bite in a blueberry one (which i'm sure she doesn't like because, come on, this is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt; we're talking about, she doesn't like anything new. At all. Serious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Back to ignoring Cookie, even though she's rubbing her head against my foot. Because, who told her to bite me yesterday? Or meow when I carry her? I think the least she could do in gratitude as I feed her every morning when nobody is awake enough to, even though I'm freaking hungry and need to eat my OWN breakfast, or maybe she should remember it was I who fed her tuna when I came home, because nobody could decipher her meows as 'I WANT TUNA'? Oh well, her loss. Not mine. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-1613192581891112343?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/1613192581891112343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=1613192581891112343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1613192581891112343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1613192581891112343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/05/take-out-your-hats-and-flips.html' title='Take out your hats and flips'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-8402586414465279439</id><published>2008-05-06T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:28:38.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG</title><content type='html'>I now truly believe the power of Josh Schwartz and Gossip Girl. OMFG can't believe the episode. And I can't believe how bimbotic I'm acting right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-8402586414465279439?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/8402586414465279439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=8402586414465279439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8402586414465279439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8402586414465279439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/05/omfg.html' title='OMFG'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-4720732403146568354</id><published>2008-05-06T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:48:24.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptations and whatnot</title><content type='html'>I caved in and baked the muffins to rid myself of the buttermilk. I finished the flour and brown sugar, but sadly, NOT the buttermilk. Damn there's still so much left but the muffins smell delicious. I already ate a blueberry one. It's yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read through Lit. and I'm going to sleep at 9 tonight, I don't care. Sleep sleep sleep. I'm sleeping really deeply nowadays so when I wake up I'm really groggy (or even more groggier than usual, anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ashamed to admit this, but I want to watch the Twilight movie. I still think they could have done a better job with casting Edward, but watching the trailer has sparked an interest to watch it. The girl looks like Jennifer Love Hewitt in a certain angle, though. Or maybe I'm just a bit cock-eyed right now. Nevertheless, I have this very strong urge to buy the first book, Twilight, because somehow I have both the 2nd and 3rd book, but not the 1st. I think I borrowed Gwen's or Jasmine's. ANYWAY I WANT THAT BOOK. Ah I remember the days I was crazed over the Twilight series. I was seriously, seriously, in love with it. No kidding. I think Stephanie Meyer portrayed the relationship between Edward and Bella really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing yet again. Damn I can't believe choir is making us go back on Friday. LIKE WHAT THE @&amp;amp;#!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-4720732403146568354?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/4720732403146568354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=4720732403146568354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4720732403146568354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4720732403146568354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/05/temptations-and-whatnot.html' title='Temptations and whatnot'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-8932671057002006682</id><published>2008-05-05T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:47:24.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bake-a-romia</title><content type='html'>I want to bake vanilla sweet buns and cinnamon buns! But, there's yeast in the recipe, and there's rolling of the dough. So then again, maybe not. Bad experience. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;*shudder*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lookity look! It's going to rain! Good day for baking but I've got to study history. Oh poo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-8932671057002006682?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/8932671057002006682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=8932671057002006682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8932671057002006682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8932671057002006682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/05/bake-romia.html' title='Bake-a-romia'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-4682890357909560237</id><published>2008-05-03T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:17:29.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's the girl with the cold black heart</title><content type='html'>Ah why is it not raining! Z. It is supposed to rain every day in Singapore! I don't care if it's sunny in one moment; IT ALWAYS RAINS THE NEXT. Really. The weather in Singapore is so f'ed up that there was this one time, we were driving in the car and it was raining. But the moment we went under a short-width bridge and came out, it was complete sunshine and sunny and whatever. What the hell is this, I ask you? Utter bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7:45; which sucks because I used to be able to sleep all the way till 12 in the noon. And I've been thinking a lot. Which is bad, because usuall if I don't think about stuff, they won't get worst. Like about / and -. It's like, all of us aren't as close anymore? / has her other friends, and well, - sometimes just doesn't care if you talk to her or not. Which just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I miss Primary school. Not so much of the people (except for the close ones of course :&gt;), but more of the stabilty of it. Oh, and the food. Yumyum. So much better than the Secondary school food. Like the noodles in primary school + chilli. Yumyum. Seriously yummy.  And the curry with chicken rice. Oh, and they're much more hygienic than the food in TK. At least you won't see the vendors dropping money into the food or using their bare hands that has touched so much notes and coins to take food &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*AHEMtausarpaoAHEM*&lt;/span&gt; for you. Gross right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cin and I are going to bake versatile buttermilk muffins later. Luckily this recipe doesn't call for any butter, because we're all out! On a side note, I never knew Ian had a blog until today. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-4682890357909560237?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/4682890357909560237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=4682890357909560237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4682890357909560237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4682890357909560237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/05/shes-girl-with-cold-black-heart.html' title='She&apos;s the girl with the cold black heart'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-1192308680920912547</id><published>2008-05-02T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T22:01:59.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experimental process</title><content type='html'>Since I lost my apple crumble recipe, I decided to experiment today, I can remember the ingredients (flour, oats, apples, cinnamon, sugar, butter) but not the measurements, and temperatures and whatever so I just surfed the net and combined some recipes together. The outcome wasn't that bad, and it smells nice, but the crumble topping wasn't v crumbly/hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math sucked. I hate Ms Toh. She practically semi-yelled at me during the Math exam. Is it my fault I was confused by the instructions? So do I leave my answer in 3 sig. fig. or in 1 dec. place? If I get that question wrong cos of her yelling right, I AM SO GOING TO SUE YOU AND YOUR PENNILESS FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why, was jittery. And it's getting annoying that you all like, sort of, agh okay wtv I just hope this is exam stress and that I'm imagining things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel is like, damn nice to talk to/bitch with. Serious. Jo's house yesterday; her dad cooked like, so much food for lunch it was more like dinner! Yummy, but filling. And I like the choq- choqu- okay, choq-something and madeleines! I've forgotten how yummy they are! I wouldn' mind trying to bake them, but I don't have a madeleine baking tray or anything, which is just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love food blogs. So many nice pictures and recipes. I want to bake but we ran out of butter after the crumble thing. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-1192308680920912547?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/1192308680920912547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=1192308680920912547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1192308680920912547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1192308680920912547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/05/experimental-process.html' title='Experimental process'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-3964939330550948223</id><published>2008-04-30T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:54:34.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>I miss the time when we had a sandwich griller and made ham and cheese sandwiches with it every Sunday. That was yummy. Like, really really yummy, because the edges were crispy and when you bit through it the cheese came spilling out. I know- so graphical, but so darn yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the griller broke down and Mom never bought another one. Good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Geog was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;h*37sh784#^s.&lt;/span&gt; But I'm sure I'll pass. At least pass. PASS PASS PASS. And I really want to bake bake bake! First I need turbinado sugar, molasses, vanilla beans and more sugar. Oh, and whole wheat flour and MORE PEANUT BUTTER. (Mina keeps eating mine! &gt;:S)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-3964939330550948223?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/3964939330550948223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=3964939330550948223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3964939330550948223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3964939330550948223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/04/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-7853668183282549559</id><published>2008-04-28T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:20:24.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salty+Semi-Sour= Sweet??</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but my pineapple always tastes nicer with salt. Like seriously. Unless the pinapple is like the one Mom bought last week (yum yum) then it's okay. But anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine and I went to Parkway after school (Me: Popular to buy more cards and stupid Chengyu book that mysteriously disappeared*, Her: Buy food) and I walked shitloads. I kept checking my phone in Parkway cos usually Mommy will sms and offer to fetch me! And the SMS did come! BUT WAY TOO LATE. I was already at TK when she SMSed me. God it was f'ing hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES YES YES. It's going to rain on Wednesday. I'd rather it tomorrow, but then, at least it's going to rain. I want to bake. Mommy bought all these baking pans yesterday, and I'm freaking tempted! I want to bake peanut butter cookies with peanut butter filling. Call me crazy, but peanut butter is like my one true love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-7853668183282549559?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/7853668183282549559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=7853668183282549559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7853668183282549559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7853668183282549559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/04/saltysemi-sour-sweet.html' title='Salty+Semi-Sour= Sweet??'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-7851342582419919758</id><published>2008-04-27T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:14:22.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomo</title><content type='html'>Auntie said I look very sad today. I think I am. Exam stress. Can't get anything in my head. What the fuck is wrong with my internet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-7851342582419919758?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/7851342582419919758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=7851342582419919758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7851342582419919758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7851342582419919758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/04/randomo.html' title='Randomo'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-8640128713889784450</id><published>2008-04-26T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T18:09:07.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum yum</title><content type='html'>Hip hop was f'ing boring. Where did Carol go? Like no offence or anything, but Caleb's classes are just so... plain. Brian's was way more interesting and for once I actually managed to do the entire choreo without ending up with a confused look on my face. Okay, it's not the first time this happened but this happens on very very very rare occasions. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, afterwards Mom and I went to Far East Square and walked around looking for Lingzhi, and ate some other food (read: some yummy biscuit, Ya Kun toast, glutinous rice ball with PEANUT PASTE filling) before deciding to go buy Teh Tarik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we found out that Ling Zhi moved elsewhere, so yeah, no curry dish for us! :( But I was pretty full by the time we found out anyway. Got to parkway, bought peanut pancake (somehow it doesn't taste nice to me anymore. oh well, time to look for a new peanut-made favourite snack) and got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie finally got her much-needed bath (we took the cone off already!) and Mom told me she was meowing like crap when they tried to bathe her. On normal occasions, I really adore Cookie and wouldn't laugh, but today she bit me (tried to, and half-succeeded) so yeah: HAHA HOW DO YOU LIKE KARMA &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;, HUH, COOKIE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't study any bit of Geog today. I am dead dead dead. Get your act together Crystal!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-8640128713889784450?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/8640128713889784450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=8640128713889784450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8640128713889784450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8640128713889784450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/04/yum-yum.html' title='Yum yum'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-4507124894502750746</id><published>2008-04-26T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T11:40:41.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update/+-hiatus</title><content type='html'>I must study. Like, more. This entire week I've been studying geog at night and it's f'ing boring. I can't even remember the empoldering stuff because Mr Teo, being the type of teacher he is *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahem!ahem!&lt;/span&gt;*, didn't even teach it to us. Do you know what he taught for Land Resources/wtv the chapter name is? He taught only the irrigation and wtv shitty bits else there was afterwards. Empoldering? My ass. So I've decided, next time during Geog, might as well self-study instead of listening to Mr Teo's lecture/wtv cos it is practically useless. I mean. His heart's in the right place, I guess, but his teaching techniques make me wonder how can he keep his job if his students keep failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the drama thing. And we got best performance! Or something. I don't know what it is in english, but there was only one big trophy and it's ours. But I'm just wondering where's the teacher/Keith/Han Jie gna keep it. And the halo I made wouldn't stay still. So if I stick it in my hair, it'll keep spinning, and it'll look f'ing comical, which isn't supposed to be the case. And my wings were lopsided most of the time. Which sort of suck D: So I kept asking Alvin to help me pin it up again HA. And I borrowed the pants for nothing ): Cos later on HJ say I don't need to wear it anymore, cos angels don't wear pants. What sort of reason is that huh! Oh well. Means I don't need to change. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed backstage 80% of the time, with Alvin and the 2 2B &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;idiots&lt;/span&gt; boys who didn't get off previously and realised it too late. F'ing scary, if you ask me. Then I think something happened onstage cos suddenly everyone started laughing. Wtv. I think it was good. From the rehearsals and what I could hear. Very good voice projection. Omg I'm sounding like my stupid music reviews alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempted to make pancakes for breakfast this morning. Okay, I guess, the taste and everything, but it's so boring! Like, standing over the fire for over 1/2 hour cos I made 6 pancakes and it takes about 6 minutes to make one. Okay wtv, next time I shall just stick to the ready-made roti prata. Even though I can't put peanut butter on it, it's still yummy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempted to make nutella muffins. Nope, shall not and try to focus on studying. Study study study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-4507124894502750746?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/4507124894502750746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=4507124894502750746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4507124894502750746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4507124894502750746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-hiatus.html' title='update/+-hiatus'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-1696390737276901021</id><published>2008-04-22T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:03:30.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gossip Girl was :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-1696390737276901021?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/1696390737276901021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=1696390737276901021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1696390737276901021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1696390737276901021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/04/gossip-girl-was.html' title=''/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-6208570524963005319</id><published>2008-04-21T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:00:50.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip girl Gossip girl Gossip girl</title><content type='html'>I am such a bimbo when it comes to this but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSSIP GIRL RETURNS TONIGHT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I can hardly wait. Seriously serious. Life is going to be so much better with it around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-6208570524963005319?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/6208570524963005319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=6208570524963005319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6208570524963005319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6208570524963005319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/04/gossip-girl-gossip-girl-gossip-girl.html' title='Gossip girl Gossip girl Gossip girl'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-268938792493823198</id><published>2008-04-19T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:28:52.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickerdoodle-sick</title><content type='html'>Tkd grading today! Only slept for 6 hours, cos I had insomnia (this has been going on for a week!) and had gone out to fetch Dad from the airport. I think this grading has been a total blur, and I'm quite scared that I'll suddenly get brain-blank mid-pattern tomorrow. Does the word suddenly look correct to you? It doesn't to me, somehow. Or maybe the lack of sleep is getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after grading ate lunch with parents and Min at the restaurant. Full full full. I want to make pasta. Had yummy green curry dinner and Cindy got retarded around Dad's hair. And he's still walking around with those rubberbands in his hair. I. Need. To. Get. Rid. Of. Snickerdoodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-268938792493823198?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/268938792493823198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=268938792493823198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/268938792493823198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/268938792493823198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/04/snickerdoodle-sick.html' title='Snickerdoodle-sick'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-9083337624748078143</id><published>2008-04-18T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T20:39:33.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise the huge lack of pictures on my blog. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SAiUkT4x1uI/AAAAAAAAATQ/61RwVX9W3bo/s1600-h/number045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SAiUkT4x1uI/AAAAAAAAATQ/61RwVX9W3bo/s320/number045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190561922079119074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suck on this bitches. These are yummy to the core. I bet my Holga on it. Which, by the way, I ahve yet to drag my lazy ass to Peninsula to see if they process 120mm film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I present to you the love/hate of my life, Cookie. And it really depends on what she does, most of the time, that changes the love to hate, or hate to love. Like this morning. I gave her food and she did a tail twirl thing (HAHA JASMINE WILL KNOW WHAT THIS IS); now that was love. But just now when she got overzealous when I was giving her a belly rub and started scratching me? Now that's just plain war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SAiUlD4x1vI/AAAAAAAAATY/6mrHXWMR6QQ/s1600-h/number053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SAiUlD4x1vI/AAAAAAAAATY/6mrHXWMR6QQ/s320/number053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190561934964020978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that lazy fuzz. She's been sleeping on that box since 3pm, btw. And all she does is sleep, sleep, stretch, try to lick her paws and sleep somemore on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SAiUlT4x1wI/AAAAAAAAATg/Da25ALAzS8k/s1600-h/number054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SAiUlT4x1wI/AAAAAAAAATg/Da25ALAzS8k/s320/number054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190561939258988290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See her stupid face when I scratch her under the chin! Nobody else in the house does that okay! And she still has the nerve to scratch me. Talk about ungrateful.&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/747508681213989824-9083337624748078143?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/9083337624748078143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=9083337624748078143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/9083337624748078143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/9083337624748078143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-realise-huge-lack-of-pictures-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_VnMl_fJdFF4/SAiUkT4x1uI/AAAAAAAAATQ/61RwVX9W3bo/s72-c/number045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-4711415392455203551</id><published>2008-04-18T17:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T18:20:13.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some kind of game</title><content type='html'>Why is that whenever I think life is going great something happens/someone does something to change it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, I know both you and Dad think that Cindy and I will grow up to be unfilial daughters and that's what you've been thinking since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt; but seriously, give us a break. I'm pretty sure you're just bullshitting when you say that you weren't even a tinsy bit self-centred when you were about our ages, because, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHICH KID ISN'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And the worst part is? You most probably were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; self-centred but you just didn't realise it because your parents didn't have the time to be over-sensitive and ignore you just because you were doing it. My verdict? You stop condemning me (or Cindy) because sometimes we seriously misinterpret your actions and then you get all PMS-y/menopause-y and ignore us. Why is it forever OUR fault? Is it some unwritten rule that if you're the kid, you're forever in the wrong? I remember that one time, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; my f'ing fault and I was forced to apologize or the entire argument will never end. When it wasn't my f'ing fault. And I'm serious, it wasn't. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; my fault Dad didn't bring his phone. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; my fault that I smsed him that I was held back for some unforeseen reasons. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; my fault that he didn't read the sms because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; didn't bring it. So who's fault is it? Oh right, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad's&lt;/span&gt;. But who apologized? The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt;. Makes a whole lot of sense when you look at it that way, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huh&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like we never make an effort. The only reason why I'm baking another batch was because yesterday's was too little and I know you like to eat them. And here you are, saying it comes naturally from the both of us. What are you implying? That we're selfish? Okay, I most probably am, but this just means I got it from YOU. And I still have to play nice or you'll get even more pissed, then Dad will find out about it when he gets back tonight, then the both of us will get scolded, and then what? You blame us for ruining the weekend. If you even take some time, and even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRY&lt;/span&gt; to listen to our explanations; these kind of stuff will never happen. If you even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bother&lt;/span&gt; to open your mind and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt; with yourself over our explanations, you will see that we are making an effort, but maybe it's just so easy for you to neglect it because why? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You forever think you're right&lt;/span&gt;, and we're forever in the wrong. We're the selfish ones. We're the self-centred ones. And you're what? The perfect one? I know you're tired of being a working mom. So quit your job. I don't even get why you want to have another job when you have one that keeps you busy enough. It's not like we're strapped for cash. Then you make it seem like its all our fault that you're so busy and we don't appreciate you enough. You blame my attitude. And how is my attitude nurtured? Oh that's right; from my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;upbringing&lt;/span&gt;, isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And has it ever occurred to you how different the levels of stress from our times are? You didn't study in such a competitive environment like Singapore. Technically, you had it easier. So if we don't take the time from our busy schedules of tuition and whatnot just to smile longer and keep our temper, we apologize &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dearly&lt;/span&gt;. I admit, I can be snappy and my tolerance level is about as low as it can get; but I do try to HOLD my temper in. Do you try that? Not everyone is naturally as almost-all-the-time-good-tempered as you are, you know. And now? I still have to try bridge up whatever Cindy screwed up with you, or you'll just use it as another one more point to throw back at us should we ever have this huge fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what sort of kid you thought yourself as, but I'm damn certain if MY kid acted this way I'd try my best to listen and understand. And not do what YOU are doing, being some bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, my family is so screwed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-4711415392455203551?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/4711415392455203551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=4711415392455203551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4711415392455203551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4711415392455203551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-kind-of-game.html' title='Some kind of game'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-2108452446719590616</id><published>2008-04-14T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:06:18.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akimbo eskimo</title><content type='html'>Agh this is so annoying. I realise for every Math test I've had so far, I'm always missing the full marks by ONE mark. ONE you know. 1. !!!! Like aghsdnsidfni. And everytime I look at Ryan or Kevin T, I feel like throttling them. Like, really gah. THROTTLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the one who evaluated him. I would have given him a big fat zero, even if I'm being impartial. Okay, maybe not a zero, I'll give him a tick for ingenuity, since he is the only one who can think of such sick stuff about girls, so sick to the extent that no one else will ever think of it unless they too are pervs like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay wtv, talking about him makes me damn pissed off. Anyway. Ran 2.4. Got a stupid 16:12 timing!!!! Only improved by a few seconds from last year. ): Must run faster. Faster faster faster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-2108452446719590616?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/2108452446719590616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=2108452446719590616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/2108452446719590616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/2108452446719590616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/04/akimbo-eskimo.html' title='Akimbo eskimo'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-3236065029391104289</id><published>2008-04-13T19:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:13:35.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fret not, little butterfly</title><content type='html'>Omg Mel looks very cute with her braces. And my blister hurts so much I couldn't really dance properly. Bloody hell; who gets blisters on the bottom of second toes when wearing sports shoes anyway!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-3236065029391104289?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/3236065029391104289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=3236065029391104289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3236065029391104289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3236065029391104289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/04/fret-not-little-butterfly.html' title='Fret not, little butterfly'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-2120496135290590678</id><published>2008-04-12T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:10:23.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAY</title><content type='html'>I think the smell of vanilla essense calms me. Seriously. Or maybe its just the baking itself. Baked snickerdoodles. 1, because I couldn't decide which to bake (this or peanut butter cookies) so I got Nick to choose for me and he chose snickerdoodles and 2, I don't want to use all my peanut butter so I'm going to wait till I buy a bigger tub next time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snickerdoodles are yummy, no doubt, but is the dough supposed to be that soft before I bake? The thing was putty in my hands even after I chilled it in the fridge for 1h+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been thinking a lot (too much actually) lately. Agh PMS sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-2120496135290590678?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/2120496135290590678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=2120496135290590678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/2120496135290590678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/2120496135290590678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/04/aay.html' title='AAY'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-4807133550114459099</id><published>2008-04-10T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:18:32.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parmesan brace cheese ):</title><content type='html'>Thursday. Sometimes its a nice day. Sometimes it isn't. And right now, I'm not really sure if it's nice or not. Agh. I'm sorry Moms. I want to go to Paragon and shop till I drop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-4807133550114459099?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/4807133550114459099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=4807133550114459099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4807133550114459099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4807133550114459099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/04/parmesan-brace-cheese.html' title='Parmesan brace cheese ):'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-4898130921177199124</id><published>2008-04-08T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T16:28:41.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tell me what you want what you really really want</title><content type='html'>I have this very sudden strong desire to bake cupcakes. Vanilla cupcakes with peanut butter frosting. Peanut butter and jelly cupcakes. Apple and cinnamon cupcakes. Agh but we're all out of butter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-4898130921177199124?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/4898130921177199124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=4898130921177199124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4898130921177199124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4898130921177199124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-tell-me-what-you-want-what-you.html' title='So tell me what you want what you really really want'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-2722953210192308209</id><published>2008-04-07T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:28:48.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OzOzOzOz</title><content type='html'>I realise I haven't listened to my usual playlist for a long time. I like Mr. Brightside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What isn't on the brightside, though, is K****. Bloody fuckface, who do you think you are to spread such rumours. It's no wonder you got kicked out of CCHMS. Or maybe you decided to change school because you lost your credibility due to your inane lies. So maybe that's why you kicked up a fuss about discrimination right! So that the school will kick you out. I wouldn't be surprised if this year you picked on another one to get kicked out of this school cos nobody here will believe you anymore. Too bad most of the foreign students here are way taller than you, which isn't very difficult to begin with, seeing as you are THAT short (I bet if Ian has a growth spurt this June, you will be the shortest guy in class), so good luck in finding one that you can punch and call names AND get away with, but I really do hope you'll get a black eye or two, a knee-up in the balls, if possible, when you do. Because, really, that's what perverted freaks like you deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-2722953210192308209?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/2722953210192308209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=2722953210192308209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/2722953210192308209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/2722953210192308209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/04/ozozozoz.html' title='OzOzOzOz'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-1752898201736636951</id><published>2008-04-06T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T12:07:12.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bimbo bimbo bimbo</title><content type='html'>Skipped choir ytd to go to the doctor's. And I had a fever without knowing. Which is pretty impossible for me, because the moment I get the slightest fever I'll turn into the biggest baby you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, stranger things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, went to the Open House after Doctor's. The school seems interesting, but the dance didn't show modern dance so I'm like, agh I went for nothing. I wanted to see the modern! Not ballet. Okay wtv I don't want to join the school anymore, and I can't anyway. Unless I want to repeat Year 2 next year or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, went home, and slept for a loooooooong time. Decided that I was fine after waking up so i went for Mel's concert. And I am so glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the dances were f'ing good. And going there was damn funny. Like, we met up in Parkway and had a pretzel and went looking for flowers to buy for Mel. Saw Marie when she was looking for a seat. Said a quick hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most retarded thing happened. Like, during the intermission, Emelia and I went to the toilet and when I pushed on the door, it didn't move, so I thought it was like the 'one cubicle per door' sort of toilet and there was somebody inside? You know. Like those handicapped toilets? Yeah, so we waited for like 5 minutes before the door suddenly jerked open by the people inside and then I found out it was like those normal toilets. Like full of cubicles and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Emelia was laughing like anything. Bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for like 1/2 an hour before finally giving her the flower. Her extractions are so obvious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I'm going ballet today. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-1752898201736636951?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/1752898201736636951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=1752898201736636951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1752898201736636951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1752898201736636951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/04/bimbo-bimbo-bimbo.html' title='Bimbo bimbo bimbo'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-1141104025802079834</id><published>2008-04-03T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T15:33:26.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a very happy girl</title><content type='html'>I am made a very happy girl today. Two words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PEANUT BUTTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PEANUT BUTTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PEANUT BUTTER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally ate proper peanut butter on proper toast because I told Mom that even if peanut butter really is the cause for my sinus, I'll continue eating it, so she finally relented and allowed me to buy it. Yum. YUM. YUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-1141104025802079834?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/1141104025802079834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=1141104025802079834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1141104025802079834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1141104025802079834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-very-happy-girl.html' title='I am a very happy girl'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-7179710118952348892</id><published>2008-04-02T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:08:25.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kapow.</title><content type='html'>Ate the Portuguese tarts with Jasmine today. Yum. Both Mom and Mina think they're yummy too. Maybe I should buy back some for my Dad when he comes back from HK this week. Omg I'm having second thoughts about SOTA. Oh well, I'm definitely going to the open house first though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's talking to some client about going to Aussie. I WANT TO GO AUSSIE AGAIN. That was a helluva of fun. Or maybe Canada, cos my cousins live there. But then there's the f'ing 24 hour flight or so. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the 21st of April! I just watched the GG's short ad premiere thing. Yayz yayz. God I need to bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be making bagels tomorrow. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-7179710118952348892?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/7179710118952348892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=7179710118952348892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7179710118952348892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7179710118952348892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/04/kapow.html' title='Kapow.'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-5392932403396161666</id><published>2008-03-31T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:36:47.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelm your senses people!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it, but my dad is actually going to fly back from HK this week again just to go with me to the open house for SOTA. Seriously, I thought my parents were just going to get very frustrated with me for wanting to transfer schools and stuff cos it was troublesome. Wow. This only proves that parents do surprise you sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Chocolate Factory shop in the airport, yumyum, bought the cinammon almond one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Teo sucks. Big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-5392932403396161666?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/5392932403396161666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=5392932403396161666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/5392932403396161666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/5392932403396161666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/overwhelm-your-senses-people.html' title='Overwhelm your senses people!'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-7341363840904027857</id><published>2008-03-29T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:12:14.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crunchy punch lines</title><content type='html'>I have decided, I like crunchy peanut butter better than the creamy one. Alas, mom reminded dad that I couldn't eat peanut butter for 3 months due to my sinus, which I glared at her for, because really, who actually bothers!!! I don't mind getting sinus; peanut butter is way to yummy for me to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally ate peanut pancakes from Jollibean today! :) I think I should ahve gotten the crispy peanut pancake instead, cos the pancakes (6 small rolls) were so freaking fulling, and dad only ate 1 itty bitty roll, so I was left with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get the Polaroid backing for Holga! Stupid la, PP's camera shops don't process my film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT CRUNCHY PEANUT BUTTER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-7341363840904027857?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/7341363840904027857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=7341363840904027857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7341363840904027857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7341363840904027857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/crunchy-punch-lines.html' title='Crunchy punch lines'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-4392291753069104379</id><published>2008-03-27T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:49:35.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana crumb muffins</title><content type='html'>Omg I love the muffins they are so awesomely yummy. Hha, J &amp;amp; G came over to bake. Actually Gwen got caught in the rain, cos she had to stay back for art, which totally sucked but yeah yummy muffins! And our jam was like, spilling over like a volcano. Boooooooooooooooophhhhhhhhhhhh like that. I know, it was so funny watching it while it was being baked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummz. I think taekwondo is like so boring now can you please please please start coming again or not!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-4392291753069104379?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/4392291753069104379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=4392291753069104379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4392291753069104379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4392291753069104379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/banana-crumb-muffins.html' title='Banana crumb muffins'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-3292847131889433729</id><published>2008-03-25T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:35:07.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bun bum tum</title><content type='html'>I am itching to bake blueberry muffins. Th ones from 7-11 are yummy, but I think totally not-healthy. But I don't have many of the ingredients, so I decided to make banana crumb muffins, since Mom bought ass-huge bananas today. And I just ate one and am still feeling full from it. Who knew bananas were so filling?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-3292847131889433729?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/3292847131889433729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=3292847131889433729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3292847131889433729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3292847131889433729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/bun-bum-tum.html' title='Bun bum tum'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-6729209300922600382</id><published>2008-03-24T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:34:27.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's an obsession, craver</title><content type='html'>Omgz. I have found so many awesome bake blogs over the weekend/+ 1 Day holiday and now Cindy and I have this uncanny craving to bake bake bake (for her, anything that has the word chocolate or brownie in it; for me, the blueberry muffins and banana bran muffins. Or peanut butter. Peanut butter is like my magic word. I think I'm nuts over them. But it's sad that I can't find a peanut butter brand that is totally void of fructose and hydrogenated vegetable oil.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should really stop surfing through those websites. They're making me reeeeeeeeeally hungry. My tummy's rumbling already. And they look really yummy. Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Min is funny, sometimes. I woke up at like 2 this morning, thinking it was 6. And it took me a long time to get back to sleep. I think I'm getting insomnia or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like its raining but it doesn't look like it. Oh well, I shall sit around and bask in the rainy air. I think I'd like to live in London. London London London! London London London!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-6729209300922600382?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/6729209300922600382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=6729209300922600382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6729209300922600382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6729209300922600382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-obsession-craver.html' title='It&apos;s an obsession, craver'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-7682634168695191237</id><published>2008-03-23T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:29:49.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe there's a way you can love me because I say</title><content type='html'>I am absolutely hooked with 'Love Song' by Sara Bareilles. Funny surname, but then again caucasians always have funny names that roll off our tongues as funny as the way some of them pronounce our street names (read: Tampines) or Chinese words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so f'ing fat man. This proves that I should forever be eating complete meals. Not just eating a little bit at every occasional 2 1/2 hours or so. Complete meals. Yes. I really should. And God, apple is so damn filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I like French Toast a lot. And I feel like making tortillas. A lot. Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-7682634168695191237?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/7682634168695191237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=7682634168695191237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7682634168695191237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7682634168695191237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-believe-theres-way-you-can-love-me.html' title='I believe there&apos;s a way you can love me because I say'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-8576592346597580079</id><published>2008-03-22T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:46:45.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're so stuck up</title><content type='html'>I've decided that Chloe will be my favourite brand from now on. It's so very boho. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's one of those days where I start feeling so useless at dance. Which sucks. Sucks a lot, to be exact. And I miss Mommy. )=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-8576592346597580079?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/8576592346597580079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=8576592346597580079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8576592346597580079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8576592346597580079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/youre-so-stuck-up.html' title='You&apos;re so stuck up'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-6850663247328383281</id><published>2008-03-21T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T17:41:01.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life would be so much better if,</title><content type='html'>I like today, despite the fact the weather forecast lied and it isn't raining, neither does it look like it's going to rain. It's sunny but the wind's cold and it isn't overly-sunny in that overbearing way. Mom left for Shanghai today and will only be back on Monday night. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was, well, a letdown. So much for 'nice' day. The first half of the day was nice, when it was cold and I was still semi-energetic. But after recess or before that, I got very lethargic. And taekwondo wasn't nice either, as some of you would know, and my ass is still feeling the aftermath of doing the sidekick slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating a hotdog or something. I want to watch Wanted while eating that hotdog. But I don't think Wanted will be showing in SG. At least not for now. Which is just plain sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, on the bright side, Mom collected the post before leaving, so now I have the latest issue of Bazaar :D Finished D&amp;amp;T essay and Art while watching Fear Factor. And the Nat Geo Loch Ness Monster special. I know, how utterly dorky of me, but its quite cool eh. To me, anyway. And there wasn't anything else nice on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now reminded of why I looooooove Fear Factor. Of course I wouldn't be so stupid as to ever sign up for it, but its, you know, nice. Except the really disgusting ones like the family challenge where they had to transfer slimy marine stuff or something with their mouths. That was a no-brainer gag. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time to return to fanfiction and slacking. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-6850663247328383281?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/6850663247328383281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=6850663247328383281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6850663247328383281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6850663247328383281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-would-be-so-much-better-if.html' title='Life would be so much better if,'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-8010480209903602651</id><published>2008-03-20T06:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T06:58:06.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so way before our curfew</title><content type='html'>OMG TODAY IS GOING TO RAIN LIKE NOTHING AND I KNOW BECAUSE THE SKY LOOKS ALMOST BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, today is going to be nice! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-8010480209903602651?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/8010480209903602651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=8010480209903602651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8010480209903602651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8010480209903602651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-so-way-before-our-curfew.html' title='It&apos;s so way before our curfew'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-1355214521798160276</id><published>2008-03-19T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:50:07.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a cuppa to go</title><content type='html'>Omg this is so annoying. My Mac is so laggy I swear I can just throw it against the wall or something already. I think tonight will be the one night in the entire night that I can sleep early :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C; stop being so upset! Let her be the bitch she wants k. You crying all day long is well, not very nice. SMILE-ioz. Funfun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-1355214521798160276?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/1355214521798160276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=1355214521798160276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1355214521798160276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1355214521798160276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-cuppa-to-go.html' title='It&apos;s a cuppa to go'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-7846687348227967091</id><published>2008-03-19T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T14:25:54.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inhalation becomes a difficulty</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a total snooze fest. But Jasmine let me hug her! :D Her mommy's right; she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; nice to hug. Except for the fact that she's totally repelled by any sign of affection or any contact with people. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My foolscap got stolen by some retarded Sec 3 who sat at my desk while their teacher used our f'ing classroom for THEIR lessons. He-llo, I thought all classes had their OWN classrooms? So why are you using OUR classroom, and stealing MY foolscap? There was a reasonable amount of paper left, asshole. I hope infertility falls upon you. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow; sort of. Sigh, I love the rain. Seriously. The moment it started to get grey I felt calmed already. I should move to a place with a lot of rain, then I'll be calm all day long. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-7846687348227967091?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/7846687348227967091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=7846687348227967091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7846687348227967091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7846687348227967091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/inhalation-becomes-difficulty.html' title='Inhalation becomes a difficulty'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-8783169381462493848</id><published>2008-03-16T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:21:52.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can someone shoot me in the head</title><content type='html'>Dined at Carousel last night. Yum. I ate a bit of each but I think the cherry crumble was the nicest thing, besides the Pita bread. I LOVE THE FOCCA-SOMETHING BREAD. Mom said I shouldn't have eaten so much bread, because it fills you up quickly. But the bread was nice, albeit cold. They should leave a toaster there or something. Stained my black pants with Al Fredo sauce; the spaghetti guy was trying hard not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with my Holga as well, and took lots of shots around, but what I really want are fun shots. But apparently I'm too busy this week, which I am. And I still have PW Poster and Pictures to do, and my science quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just zipped through the science quiz, but I did fairly bad. I wasn't really learning the stupid acids thing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I can't wait for April 21st! New Gossip Girl season. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agh Mel come online!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-8783169381462493848?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/8783169381462493848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=8783169381462493848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8783169381462493848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8783169381462493848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/can-someone-shoot-me-in-head.html' title='Can someone shoot me in the head'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-538351212482837454</id><published>2008-03-14T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T15:01:36.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like what you say</title><content type='html'>Omg I want to rip her head off, put it through the shredder, blend it with chilli then cut off her fingers and toes by each phalanx, and put her through all the worst things hell can do to her, and then put her in eternal damnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I am such a maniac, but I think its due to the stress of the ballet exam. I screwed it up. Really. Like, I did a stupid plié when we weren't supposed to. Then I screwed up my Exercise for Upper Back, seriously. I landed with a thud at the end because I was like, 'okay, do I turn now? Or now?' Can I just kill myself. I even did my character reverence wrongly. Ended with the wrong foot, and I'm certain she saw. But I think she was still smiling. It's like, so unnerving that she's smiling ALL the time. Even ytd when we met her outside the room and we were eating cookies and she was still SMILING. Like, she has the Mr. Rizal syndrome or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agh I need a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballet lessons for the past 3 days straight. And I had to skip taekwondo ytd. And I think I'm glad I did. Oh well. I'm just glad the exam's over. But I think Mrs Skipp is like the cutest. As in, when she scolds she's as scary as crap, but she's like so cute when she's neutral. Cos she was helping us do our hair today then she was talking to Simone's mom. And you know, having nothing to do we just listened and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so retarded, the exam. I went in, then I was like, do my pliés and then I was like, 'Oh yeah, must smile.' But I was smiling then it became like... :) :| :( LIKE THAT. Like, I was smiling, forcing myself to smile anyway, but my lips were like trembling then I felt that my smile was like too fake so I stopped smiling. Then I turned the corners of my mouth up. But then it felt so retarded! I can shoot myself right now, I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-538351212482837454?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/538351212482837454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=538351212482837454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/538351212482837454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/538351212482837454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-like-what-you-say.html' title='I like what you say'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-4196902197363139223</id><published>2008-03-11T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T09:35:28.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes a crumble, a tumble, and then a fall</title><content type='html'>Omg I think today will be the most fun day of the holidays. Gen came over (like an hour late cos her mom had to go eat lunch or something first) and then we ate lunch (finally, Ham and Cheese sandwich!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the bake shop and it started raining like huge fat heavy raindrops. I dont think my Holga was damaged or anything, though. Bought the stuff, then we saw some stray cats, and they looked really pitiful, so we went back home and took some of Cookie's food to give it to them to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started bakinggggz. Then we took out too much butter, so besides baking apple and cinnamon cookies, we baked cranberry muffins as well, but my mom says the muffins are more like scones, cos its hard. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-4196902197363139223?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/4196902197363139223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=4196902197363139223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4196902197363139223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4196902197363139223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-takes-crumble-tumble-and-then-fall.html' title='It takes a crumble, a tumble, and then a fall'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-8165604788652860046</id><published>2008-03-10T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T12:14:38.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey girlie, why so sad</title><content type='html'>Cookie has been depressed for the past few days and I'm really starting to miss her usual self. Which was, albeit still as lazy, but at least she still ran around during the morning periods like some crazed cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished the stupid Math Quiz, and almost all of the Math worksheet thing. Sucks man, I just want to get rid of all my holiday homework. I am stuck for my poster, cos I can't find any pictures online. And I don't know who can be my subject, if I use my &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brand-spanking-new&lt;/span&gt; Holga&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; omg thanks Sam!&lt;/span&gt;, and which part of SG will actually have a nice background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I have one picture on the blank canvas. And that's about it. Omg screw this. And I still have to find a picture of me (blown up to an f'ing A3 size) and one of those who resemble me in my family. Which means its definitely Cindy, since most people say we look alike (although nobody in the family actually sees the resemblance), or maybe my Dad. Because I don't think I look like my mom. At least not obviously. I mean, both Cin and I have our dad's features (nose, eyes). But we have my mom's eyebrows, I'm sure. Or else our eyebrows will be like the dragon-y type. The type that flairs up at the tip. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March holidays are forever busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd ballet was a lot better than Saturday. I don't exactly like Ms Tan's way of teaching very much, and I feel that she's still inexperienced and everything, but I prefer her class since she seems to be a bit less harsh on our group than Ms Chew. Omg I know, I'm such a loser for liking people who gives me less criticism. But I admit, I hate criticism and I'm not very good at handling it. Like, am I supposed to look sat or angry when I receive it. Or do I just look blank and nod my head. I have completely no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Time to eat sweet potatoes. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-8165604788652860046?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/8165604788652860046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=8165604788652860046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8165604788652860046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8165604788652860046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-girlie-why-so-sad.html' title='Hey girlie, why so sad'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-1902767383230551630</id><published>2008-03-09T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T11:35:34.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse miss lady, how you doin'</title><content type='html'>Omg I can't believe I forgot to wish Cookie a Happy Birthday ytd. I am sucha bad owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also can't believe TK Band is still practicing. I can hear them from here. Unless they're having camp or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had better be so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Jasmine, if you're reading this right, I can't do it today! I have tuition straight after dance, unless you want to come over at about 5+ to do the poster. Sms me or something, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-1902767383230551630?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/1902767383230551630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=1902767383230551630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1902767383230551630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/1902767383230551630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/excuse-miss-lady-how-you-doin.html' title='Excuse miss lady, how you doin&apos;'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-4773841088070997922</id><published>2008-03-08T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T21:45:46.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worst day ever</title><content type='html'>I am so tired today! Yesterday got better for me, though. Mom and I made up, so things are almost fine in the family. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost&lt;/span&gt;, but that's better than nothing, I guess. But today things are so utterly fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like so damn tired, even by hip hop. But I still went and everything, because next Saturday I fully intend on taking a break from all dances. Then I rested for a bit before rushing for ballet, and I'm telling you, it has to be one of the worst ballet classes ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything against Ms Chew, because you know, she's a lot more tolerant than Mrs Skipp and she doesn't yell like Mrs Skipp does to reduce some of us to tears, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scolding us and bringing our morale down on the weekend just before the exam isn't the best way to help us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its like, it's not as if we're not trying hard. I'm pointing my hardest, okay, but it's just cos of the fact that I'm flat-footed you can barely see it. Didn't you once say that it isn't all about the feet, but the technique as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can't you tell when to scold and when not to scold? Symone was practically crying her eyes off and you were still reprimanding her and bringing her down. And she felt so guilty because she thought she was going to drag us down that she was like apologizing and everything to me and sobbing incoherently. What sort of teacher are you when you don't exactly have the best teaching techniques, and instead make your students worry and guilty just a few days (5, to be exact) before the exam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to smack her. And don't worry S, she was just being a bitch by picking on us and she has an ugly belly button anyway. Tomorrow will be so much better. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-4773841088070997922?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/4773841088070997922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=4773841088070997922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4773841088070997922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4773841088070997922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/worst-day-ever.html' title='worst day ever'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-5313660897489503288</id><published>2008-03-06T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:57:47.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!$@^!^%@*!##*!&amp;</title><content type='html'>Fuck the school. Fuck the class committee training. Fuck Mr *.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck do they think they are? It's a damn class committee training which costs a fucking 60 bucks just for ONE session that's a damn 8 hours, and just tell me, why is it impossible to skip it? Why huh? Just because the school has paid for it already? So what does this teach you? Next time don't pay for anything until the number of people going are CONFIRMED right. If it was on any other day, I'd go, because then it wouldn't clash with anything, but now, just cos my mom refuses to waste 60 bucks (I have to pay even if I'm not going) and refuses to let me pay, I have to go for the motherfucking thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-5313660897489503288?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/5313660897489503288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=5313660897489503288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/5313660897489503288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/5313660897489503288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='!$@^!^%@*!##*!&amp;'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-709907414765851189</id><published>2008-03-05T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:43:06.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cone-head cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/R86iZWOqyZI/AAAAAAAAATI/8QU-1xA42kE/s1600-h/number003%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/R86iZWOqyZI/AAAAAAAAATI/8QU-1xA42kE/s320/number003%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174251578242812306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie is positively livid with all 3 of us. Look at that cone thing! And she had to get 2 jabs, one for antibiotic, the other for vaccination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to shave off some fur, and apply medicine on her. So basically she has an infection. An infection that needs 3 different types of pills to treat, along with some cream and powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's still licking the cone thing in pathetic attempts to get it off, even though I've told her a dozen times it'll still stay. Then she tried to go through the bars to look at the window, but the cone thing sort of blocked her, so she stalked off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly cat, really, but isn't she prettyyyyyyyyyy? (although she looks like an idiot in the picture)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-709907414765851189?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/709907414765851189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=709907414765851189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/709907414765851189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/709907414765851189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/cone-head-cat.html' title='Cone-head cat'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_VnMl_fJdFF4/R86iZWOqyZI/AAAAAAAAATI/8QU-1xA42kE/s72-c/number003%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-708438277772147589</id><published>2008-03-05T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T15:38:23.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it's not f'ed up, I don't know what is</title><content type='html'>I think the school is so fucked up that they don't even spare a thought for us students who, unlike most of the faculty, actually have social lives that they must attend to? Like forcing us to go to some retarded class committee training during the bloody March holidays? If I knew there'd be a training during the weekend I would have definitely not joined class comm please! And it's like so stupid; I offered to pay but not go, so therefore the school won't lose any money, and I don't need to skip lessons, so we both win right? If there was a training, let us know BEFORE any one of us do something stupid (like agreeing to be in class comm) instead of informing us just a week before the damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on a lighter note, I can't wait for Thursday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 297px; height: 234px;" src="http://www.mobilelinuxinfo.com/images/nokia-n810.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it I want it I want it. It seems a little big but really! LOOK AT IT. IT IS SO PRETTY. AND IT HAS GOOD FEATURES. BUT ITS SO F'ING EX. For a phone anyway. Retail price is about 479? Oh well, I can only change my phone in around October, so the price might have gone down by then? Or maybe they'd come up with an even better design. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me a bit of iPhone though. Or iPod Touch. Except that, well, it has the keyboard and everything. Omg I want it so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March holidays sounds like fun. Like, Kiwi and I made plans, but I'm not sure if she remembered them, and Gen and I made plans too. Sort of. Haha okay but wtv, at least there's not [much] school. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-708438277772147589?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/708438277772147589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=708438277772147589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/708438277772147589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/708438277772147589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-its-not-fed-up-i-dont-know-what-is.html' title='If it&apos;s not f&apos;ed up, I don&apos;t know what is'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-4453474546393155444</id><published>2008-03-03T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:34:27.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I know how much of it's true</title><content type='html'>I feel like absolute crap. And this morning was even worse. Last night I slept pretty okay, I guess, but I had this weird dream where I was like being roasted by this plank of white lights. I don't know how to say it but it was freaky beyond belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I pretty much slept through the entire day, because the moment I stood up I'd feel like vomiting. And I did vomit, anyway, at the doctor's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I ahve tonsil infection. So the fever might last for a week. But I highly doubt it, cos the fever subsided already but it might come back cos I'm still very giddy and my head's pounding. Ah whatever I eat tastes funny now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to bake something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Gwen, Jasmine, Nadira and Jevon for wishing me to get better soon ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-4453474546393155444?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/4453474546393155444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=4453474546393155444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4453474546393155444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4453474546393155444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-i-know-how-much-of-its-true.html' title='And I know how much of it&apos;s true'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-5351468380141433039</id><published>2008-03-02T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T11:49:22.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just all foul play</title><content type='html'>Omg I looooooooove today. Despite the fact I can't go swimming, but yeah. I had awesome breakfast and its raininggggggg! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-5351468380141433039?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/5351468380141433039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=5351468380141433039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/5351468380141433039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/5351468380141433039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-just-all-foul-play.html' title='It&apos;s just all foul play'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-6429917016300861073</id><published>2008-02-29T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T16:46:47.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He-llo Civilisation</title><content type='html'>Back from camp and I'm as tired as ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got sunburn on my back because i only remembered to apply sunblock on my arms+legs. Like wtfffffff. So when we were doing the huddling thing my neck really hurt like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun! Sort of. 50-50 fun. YUP. Playing in the river was the funnest thing ever, but the kayak was also fun la. But actually most of our activities were water activities. And they were f-u-n! Although getting caught int he rain and everything was just f'ing horrible. During the river thing I got dunked by Fiq like 3 times over! And both times when Olivia tried to dunk me, I still managed to dunk her! Even when she had her leg around mine to trip me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmmmz. Okay, the first day/night totally sucked cos it rained in the night (heavily) and my place got wet cos we couldn't close the velcro thing and my tailbone really hurt from lying on the ground with my feet bent (we didn't sleep in sleeping bags on that day cos we were invaded by ants, like wtf.) But from then on I guess I slept pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've pretty much decided that some of the boys ahve changed a hell lot this year (at least those that I'm close to/talk to more often anyway.) Like say *. Last year he was okay, like, just too oblivious for my likes and he was forever asking me what did the teacher just tell us to do or whatever (Seriously. Some of the boys in Chinese class expect me to listen in class ALL THE TIME 24/7 just because I'm a girl.), but still, he was okay. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last year&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this year he suddenly decides to turn into some horny fucktard who has absolute no respect for girls whatsoever. During breakfast we were talking about vegetarians and then he was like, 'Yeah and girls become vegetarians just to lose weight and grow in breast size right.' and we were all 'Wtf?'. No link, asshole. He made lots of unnecessary remarks/comments during the entire camp that by the second day, I was already sick of it and I really wanted to whack his face with Sunshine's metal plate and stick my fork into his unconscious body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against horny people. I think they're funny. But there's a line between horny and plain rude, and he crossed it a loooooong time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F'ing annoying, if you ask me. During the hike up as well. We were stuck behind him and he was talking about all these stuff again and even the instructor was like, 'Eh I know you're 14 and all but please la.' So, stfu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some others I found out were a hell lot nicer. Okay, not a hell lot. But at least nicer than the majority of the guys. Who are either chauvinistic, offensive, or those who get cranky when other people tell them what to do (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AHJEMAHJEM&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH. Nightwalk was so cool. I went the third, then lke, Gwen caught up to me during mid-walk or something and like, we sat there till all 77 came and we were playing this game to try guess who the person was. Cos it was so dark we really couldn't tell who was who unless they spoke/were upclose so we tried to see the way they walked and everything. Haha. Jevon came out of the woods &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;snapping&lt;/span&gt;. No kidding. Snapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Jevon: -snap snap snap-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Instructor: What are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Jevon: I'm snapping, cos I was scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all laughing (softly cos we couldn't make much noise) and like, when I was walking alone, it was really freaky cos some of the bushes looked like... things, freaky things anyway. If I kept my eyes on the road, the bushes will start to look like bodies and if I looked up ahead I'd be like, thinking of white figures in flowy dresses appearing. I know, so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bloody fucktard of a bitch threw stones and all the girls. First time it hit my head and it wasn't so pain. But the second time! Damn you la, fucking asshole. The rock he threw was so hard that I actually mistook it for somebody knocking on my head with their knuckle. And it hurt even 2 days after. 2 days, you retard. If you want so much attention from everybody else, do refrain from eating before doing the makan cheer and causing everyone to get scolded, and instead, just jump on a table during meal time and do the chicken dance. And not throw rocks at the female population of the class, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilets were of course, dirty as hell and they stank like crap. Bitches left their sanitary pads on top of the flushing thing OPEN and it attracted those insects and crap, or their parents didn't teach them how to use a squat toilet properly so they aimed their other stuff wrongly. Gross shit man. And the most infuriating part was while doing area cleaning, we found a complete CLEAN part of the toilet (if you entered it and walked to your left and opened the door), AND IT WAS TOTALLY UNUSED. Serious. Nobody even knew about it so it was so so so so so clean. OMFG!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreign students mostly didn't do area cleaning. Like wtf. Only one really DID area cleaning along with us. The rest just took one thing from the garbage bin and transferred it to the garbage bag and called it a day and stood around playing stupid hand games while the rest of us were doing area cleaning. I know. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bianca and Olivia brought lots of yummy food (esp. Olivia! Omg I'm missing the gingerbread cookies already) so it was awesome to sit behind them on the way back. Even Miss Toh agreed! She was like, 'Next time I don't need to bring my food anymore.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE COOKIES MAN. It's so sad that they're only sold in Belgium or something. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go catch up on Perezhilton and then sleep. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-6429917016300861073?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/6429917016300861073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=6429917016300861073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6429917016300861073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6429917016300861073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/he-llo-civilisation.html' title='He-llo Civilisation'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-4400110519170436335</id><published>2008-02-25T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:25:34.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Aloud</title><content type='html'>I'm not usually a fan of Girls Aloud, but their song, Can't Speak French, is really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the stayover was okay, I guess. But today was a total bitch man. Haha, I think I lucked out in terms of homestay buddies, if I compare with Gwen. But like, when I say walk faster, I mean f-a-s-t-e-r. Ugh, it's just so.... &amp;amp;@*&amp;amp;!@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooooooz. I am almost finished for camp packing! I am dreading it like hell cos I'm not bringing my iPod (If i lose it I will kill myself. Literally.) and I'll be cut-off from most communications with technology and my bed. My dearest bed. Sad face x 82713972&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taekwondo was okay, though, even if it's not a Thursday. We learned how to flip people! But I forgot the techniques already! Whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I don't care wtv bullshit Mr Singh says about 'mindset'. Anything that cuts through my Thursdays suck. S-U-C-K big time, okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-4400110519170436335?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/4400110519170436335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=4400110519170436335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4400110519170436335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4400110519170436335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/girls-aloud.html' title='Girls Aloud'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-7013928296223004508</id><published>2008-02-22T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:50:40.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinky shirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a Past Life...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/pastlifegenerator/past-life.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Were: A Lazy Alchemist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lived: Peru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You Died: Consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/"&gt;Who Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been so tiring. Even though I've been sleeping a lot more than I have in the past few weeks. Sort of. I take naps. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy. Don't feel like going for choir tomorrow. At all. Or go for dance. Or anything. Maybe I need to buy those energy pill things. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine came over today and we discussed class tee and came up with lots of nice potential slogans for tees. Not class tees, but tees in general. And we only finished one design, but wtv. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit man, lots of homework and all I can focus on is not thinking about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, does anyone think of Dawn Yeoh as the annoying bitch? Seriously, I'm forced to watch the draggy, non-sensical Channel 8 drama serials and she appears in both the 7 and 9 p.m. one. And I think her face is so goddamned retarded and she should really just stop playing the weird innocent goody-two-shoe with some weird disabilty (read: first it was being blind, then some hearing disabilty, and now its body odour. wtf.) and just disappear from the telly all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She destroys nice dinners! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;We used to be close, so what happened now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-7013928296223004508?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/7013928296223004508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=7013928296223004508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7013928296223004508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7013928296223004508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/kinky-shirts.html' title='Kinky shirts'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-6493002109751146799</id><published>2008-02-21T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T16:52:41.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it's over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ohmygod, it's over! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, yup, finally. I think I screwed up Chinese+Science but the rest are fine, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like super tired now, just got back from the Bangalore thing. Some of them are friendly I guess, others are... well, not so much. Wtv, there's taekwondo today! I am happy. ;D But next week I'll be gone for camp (horror horror horror!!) so I'm changing the day to Monday. Just for next week though. Omg sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, CSI is so boring nowwwwwwwwww! If you watch AXN right, everytime there's a commercial break there'll be at least 3 CSI ads of the same type! (WHERE IS SARA yada yada yada//He hasn't made a move in months blah blah blah) It's so annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deviantART has really nice pictures ey! Omg I want my Holga soon! Then I'll try to get a Supersampler. Heh. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-6493002109751146799?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/6493002109751146799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=6493002109751146799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6493002109751146799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6493002109751146799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-its-over.html' title='And it&apos;s over!'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-7843779937568755248</id><published>2008-02-20T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:39:57.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>I think the only song I can stand from Jonas Brothers is SOS. The rest are like... written by girls but sung by guys! Yeah, that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today's tests were total BS. I can't believe I didn't finish the damn Science paper and I almost didn't for History. I was like, 'Okay, shit, which one is the outlier?' for Science and I only did one question out of the entire question 8, and I only did the table and graph, which I don't think fetches a lot of marks. And unless I get the entire part that I did correct (which is highly impossible), I think I can get..... okay, just plain shitty marks. Shieeeeeeeetz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine and I came up with a vvvvvvvvvvvvvvv nice idea for History! Heh. Yeah, but it'll take lots of work please. Oh well. Stupid girl wanted to make a company and call it the Little Red Truck or something. Like wtf right! Hhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks man. I don't want to go for damned tuition because I already know the Math shit and all I do there is stone anyway. And my hair is not dry yet. This day is so shitty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-7843779937568755248?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/7843779937568755248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=7843779937568755248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7843779937568755248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7843779937568755248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/busy-busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy busy'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-5210147790641863621</id><published>2008-02-19T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:45:30.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pell D'oca</title><content type='html'>I am so looking forward to June Hols. Hhaa, I know, so far away. But Kiwi and I have booked em! Heh. Can't wait man. And also for the first Sunday of the March Holidays. Yup. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't wait for Thursdays, and I especially can't wait for the tests to be over. If I ahve to sit in between 2 nose diggers for more than a week I think I am going to die of disgust. Seriously. Very gross. Ew man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I convinced J to sleepover! So I won't have to deal with the two visitors alone. Yay. And Mommy bought toast. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice song, and I looooooooooove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/fZM_DrDmwJ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/fZM_DrDmwJ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-5210147790641863621?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/5210147790641863621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=5210147790641863621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/5210147790641863621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/5210147790641863621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/pell-doca.html' title='Pell D&apos;oca'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-615870191586861338</id><published>2008-02-17T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:30:31.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betsyy</title><content type='html'>I am supposed to be studying Geog. But I'm not. Because I'm just so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance was a botched up thing. Ms Tan's mood is like so.... unpredictable. Seriously. And like, I realise I really don't know my work and Emelia pointed out this was the worst exam ever. Which is so true. Omg die man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after ballet walked home under the f'ing sunny sun. Went swimming with Cin after that, super tired now. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-615870191586861338?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/615870191586861338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=615870191586861338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/615870191586861338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/615870191586861338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/betsyy.html' title='Betsyy'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-7830049122861862002</id><published>2008-02-15T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:51:38.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music gets the best of me</title><content type='html'>Ah, I love Fridays. Not as much as I love Thursdays, but it comes a close second. School was hectic-- and stupid. Mrs Goh and her stupid mood swings/pre-menopause issues. It's not our fault that our HMT teachers let us off late. And we aren't allowed to run in corridors. So what sort of teacher are you if you promote breaking school rules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a very good one, I'll bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog was a rushed affair, then got to choir. Bloody aircon. It's spoilt so it was super stuffy at our part of the room. Uhhuhz. Lazed at home, ate 2 cobs of corn, yum. Did a bit of history notes. God I need to buy stuff. ofnrjfnd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why's it so hard to find a nice Polaroid camera? And a Fisheye/Diana/LomoHolga. Living in SG stinks man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-7830049122861862002?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/7830049122861862002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=7830049122861862002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7830049122861862002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7830049122861862002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/music-gets-best-of-me.html' title='Music gets the best of me'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-8860424032823907915</id><published>2008-02-14T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:59:34.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The universe is you</title><content type='html'>Thursdays are like the best days evvvvvvvvvvvver. Yup. Happy Friendship Day, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have low blood pressure or something, cos I keep getting giddy and everything, and when I stood up after bending down to feed Cookie tuna, the entire room blacked out for a few moments. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit. assignment had me up till 10+ last night. Ugh, stupid columns. And I wrote below the word count thing. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taekwondo was good. V good. :D But my pattern is so confusing and I found out I didn't get double. ): Both of us were really counting on it!!!!! &gt;:-&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-8860424032823907915?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/8860424032823907915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=8860424032823907915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8860424032823907915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8860424032823907915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/universe-is-you.html' title='The universe is you'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-4005919906553118364</id><published>2008-02-10T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:08:26.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical reminiscence</title><content type='html'>Today has been totally slack. Except for Ballet lessons. Yup, other than that all I did was sleep and watch telly. But I loooooooove 1st Port de bras, cos I think that's like the only centre-work Symone and I do best in. Ms Tan's face can really be so black you know, sometimes. It's like, if you don't want to teach then don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I read *'s blog, omg you deserve it man. Last year when we went back it was like a total skank fest. Sort of, anyway. But yeah, a big HAHA to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now when I threatened Cookie if she didn't eat her tuna I'd take away her dry food so she won't have anything to eat for the night; she actually listened and ate her tuna. Okay, no, I still had to feed her but she did like, walk towards me. Which so proves my cat's bilingual, cos she understands Cantonese too. Haha. Maybe her english is Aussie-accented! Since she's from Aussieland, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd morning when Alvin asked me how many tickets I've sold, I told him none since I forgot to bring it to the lunch+visiting Uncle Jimmy's house. Which was so stupid since all of them were gambling and the stakes were like, 6000$, so they could ahve easily bought the entire thing (which I think they would ahve) but, anyway. After that in the evening, Mom called and told me she sold 7 books for me. 2 to Aunty Ada and 5 to Uncle Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, wow. Uncle Matthew just took 5 booklets and handed my Mom the money; when my mom only meant to buy some tickets, and not the entire booklet. Oh well, works for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must find pictures for the C.E. thing tmr. Shiet. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-4005919906553118364?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/4005919906553118364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=4005919906553118364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4005919906553118364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/4005919906553118364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/typical-reminiscence.html' title='Typical reminiscence'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-2012386696289579910</id><published>2008-02-09T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T16:53:46.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run for it lads!</title><content type='html'>I spent the entire morning clearing out my room. It doesn't look any different, but we have a lot more empty drawers and shit. I mean, how could we have kept so much junk for so long without even realising it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threw away the foldout sofa behind the proper sofa along with all the cushions and the other mini sofa thing. But I think we should just get a new house. One like Uncle Jimmy's. Yup. That will be so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so ytd at around 4 we went to Uncle Jimmy's place. Apparently he's my dad's colleague or boss or something. Anyhoo, since his family's well-to-do the house was huge (there was a pool and their own carpark and wtv) and HAHA there was a yellow Lamborghini and a Porshe. Both yellow, like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 249px; height: 186px;" src="http://www.wallpaper.net.au/wallpaper/automotive/Lamborghini%20Murcielago%201%20-%20800x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet Jasmine would have been very happy to see them there right! Huge house, but bad ventilation; I was forced to inhale second-hand smoke for 3 hours while replaying the dance scenes from Step Up over and over again. I think I've got some brain damage, because I cannot remember any of the steps (sort of) even if I played it 3 times over. And since I do have a dent somewhere in my skull...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, somebody *ahemahemdad* must have dropped me when I was a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like skipping ballet; so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-2012386696289579910?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/2012386696289579910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=2012386696289579910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/2012386696289579910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/2012386696289579910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/run-for-it-lads.html' title='Run for it lads!'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-721830815967721066</id><published>2008-02-08T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T14:04:49.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY is so very un-productive</title><content type='html'>I want to go live in Spain. It seems very nice there, and they have beaches everywhere and everything. Omg I shall ask Mom if we can go there this year. Fat hope, since I'm going to Russia already. Haha omg I can smell eggs. ): Ran out of the bread I usually eat with sandwiches so I have to eat stupid milk bread. Omg so gross man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just looooooooooooove sandwiches? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks la, CNY. And I'm like, at a plateau, for the Lit. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-721830815967721066?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/721830815967721066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=721830815967721066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/721830815967721066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/721830815967721066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-is-so-very-un-productive.html' title='CNY is so very un-productive'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-6624795053077515683</id><published>2008-02-08T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T11:35:05.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it isn't just one of those days</title><content type='html'>Despite the 10 hours of sleep I'm still super tired. Like dead beat tired. Even after 10 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gross Dad is watching the Hippo thing again. The last time he watched a Hippopotamus documentary, it was about their eating lifestyle, and they showed clips of them eating each other (apparently that's what they do when they get really hungry or something) and let me tell you, it totally ruined my appetite (we were eating dinner at the time) and also, totally destroyed my notion of hippos being vegetarians. I truly understood the meaning of 'lost my appetite' at the moment and my dad adamantly refused to change the damn channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to go swimming but I can't. Partly due to flu, and some other things. But next week I'll be dragging Jo to go swimming with me (unless she's got another bloody project to be working on. See la, go DHS. DHS= Doom/Hell School. Kay that was a pathetic abbreviation, but wtv. At 11:33 a.m. in the morning that's about as good as it can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um let's see, I still have yet to do any bit of the assignment. And to think I was so excited to be finally doing something related to writing. Tsk tsk, Crystal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-6624795053077515683?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/6624795053077515683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=6624795053077515683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6624795053077515683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6624795053077515683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-it-isnt-just-one-of-those-days.html' title='If it isn&apos;t just one of those days'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-6484872039194360091</id><published>2008-02-07T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:54:42.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunmaid, Natural Californian Raisins</title><content type='html'>New skin! Finally! Okay wtv I was just so lazy but haha yeah instead of doing my Lit Assignment I did this instead. Lunch was boring, but I SMSed Jo and Gen so it wasn't that bad. I sat with the parents and everyone kept missing out on me so I had to keep waving at them to get my $.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA JO I AM SO GOING TO BEAT YOU!!! Okay I don't know yet but tmr we're going to Daddy's boss' house and his boss' family is pretty well-off so HAHA YES JO YOU ARE GOING DOWN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so restless man, but Mom doesn't allow me to exercise, cos I'm still sick or something. BUT LIKE UGH SO ANNOYING I NEED TO MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they started talking about O Levels and yada then suddenly Uncle Edmund was like, 'Ah Crystal will go to VJC right,' to my Mom then my Mom was like, 'Hah, if she can,' then when I informed them I wanted to study dance, the entire table started shooting the idea down ('you'll have to practice 8 hours a day!') then my Mom still went like, 'It's just one of her ideas,' in the 'It will pass soon' sort of voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wth! How much do you know about me to know that studying dance is just one of my 'phases'? I informed you about this idea &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; year, remember? I don't think phases last &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; long. Ugh, annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-6484872039194360091?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/6484872039194360091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=6484872039194360091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6484872039194360091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/6484872039194360091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunmaid-natural-californian-raisins.html' title='Sunmaid, Natural Californian Raisins'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-5991953955461656581</id><published>2008-02-07T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:47:09.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the time of the red and the paper</title><content type='html'>Hha I spent the entire time on my Mac but I didn't finish any of the Lit assignment. Tsk. Ella and I went crazy int he playground and she tried to push me off the playground slide thing. Mean bitch right. HA.&lt;br /&gt;Sparklers were so fun. Then I tried to see if I could do the coloursplash effect. It worked! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/R6p9VqMbGfI/AAAAAAAAASg/xniAK-TX8C0/s1600-h/DSC01888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/R6p9VqMbGfI/AAAAAAAAASg/xniAK-TX8C0/s320/DSC01888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164077733790816754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/R6p9WaMbGgI/AAAAAAAAASo/1j-Mf641vjc/s1600-h/DSC01916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/R6p9WaMbGgI/AAAAAAAAASo/1j-Mf641vjc/s320/DSC01916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164077746675718658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/R6p9WqMbGhI/AAAAAAAAASw/mc5PcW7c5TE/s1600-h/DSC01934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/R6p9WqMbGhI/AAAAAAAAASw/mc5PcW7c5TE/s320/DSC01934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164077750970685970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/R6p9W6MbGiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/qDySlbxFDWQ/s1600-h/DSC01942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/R6p9W6MbGiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/qDySlbxFDWQ/s320/DSC01942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164077755265653282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go for the lunch thing and collect all the $$:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/R6p-haMbGjI/AAAAAAAAATA/D_aU7-4L91o/s1600-h/xoxo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/R6p-haMbGjI/AAAAAAAAATA/D_aU7-4L91o/s320/xoxo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164079035165907506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;BYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-5991953955461656581?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/5991953955461656581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=5991953955461656581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/5991953955461656581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/5991953955461656581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-time-of-red-and-paper.html' title='It&apos;s the time of the red and the paper'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_VnMl_fJdFF4/R6p9VqMbGfI/AAAAAAAAASg/xniAK-TX8C0/s72-c/DSC01888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-9208292686116925572</id><published>2008-02-06T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T21:12:42.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god this is so boring, I can't sign into MSN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth man. And no matter what I do, I can't reconfigure it. I've tried restarting my computer, I've tried refreshing my internet, I've also tried to reopen MSN. God, this sucksssssssss. Sucks sucks sucks. I want to go running, feeling restless right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run with me, Gen! When I get better, anyways. How does the uhhhhhhhhhh. Let's see. 15th sound to you? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-9208292686116925572?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/9208292686116925572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=9208292686116925572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/9208292686116925572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/9208292686116925572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-my-god-this-is-so-boring-i-cant-sign.html' title=''/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-8103291578970207655</id><published>2008-02-06T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:37:18.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dice has been cast</title><content type='html'>I am so going to do this CNY thing next year man. I earned a nice 4$ today. Haha, not. But Mdm Goo gave us the red packet and unlike other teachers, she didn't give us chocolate coins, but instead, real pelf! Happy. But I still owe Mom money on the bag. I really need to have better self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then like, we had to do the calligraphy thing and I held the brush like how I'd hold a pencil and KK said I was cheating. Haha he's just jealous he didn't think of it first. Anyhoo, I have no clue what's the 'proper' way of holding the brush anyway, so yeah. Then he was complaining about Kimberly cos she learned it before what then I had no idea he was in this to win so when he was like, 'see la, now cannot win,' I gave him the 'Aren't you only in this for the points?' look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin came to help us hold the paper down (nice man, he is) then I ran off for the performance thing. Entire thing was annoying to begin with and I was so tired cos I didn't sleep well last night (with the block nose and headache, it was hard for me to even lie down in peace).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that tonight is going to make it to the top of my Top 10 Most Boring Nights list so I'm bringing my Mac, and I told Jasmine to keep her phone on so when I sms her she can come online and tada I will actually be doing something productive on a reunion dinner night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's actually a first. All right then, back to doing nothing during noon. I am so hoping it'd rain. Rain rain come come come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-8103291578970207655?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/8103291578970207655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=8103291578970207655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8103291578970207655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8103291578970207655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/dice-has-been-cast.html' title='The dice has been cast'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-5036638974067404984</id><published>2008-02-05T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:33:52.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skip down the nostalgic lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/R6hjw6MbGeI/AAAAAAAAASY/3ht3cv9akAk/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnMl_fJdFF4/R6hjw6MbGeI/AAAAAAAAASY/3ht3cv9akAk/s320/Photo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163486664686508514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went through my baby photos and found this. God I love the sunnies. And I don't care about the fact that a)I was wearing a dress b)my socks were sky high c)my hair was cropped so short, I love this picture! I bet you love it too right ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I feel so sickkkkkkk. Thanks to those who wished me to get better soon! (Or in Mel's case, get better sooner) HAHA okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-5036638974067404984?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/5036638974067404984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=5036638974067404984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/5036638974067404984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/5036638974067404984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/skip-down-nostalgic-lane.html' title='Skip down the nostalgic lane'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_VnMl_fJdFF4/R6hjw6MbGeI/AAAAAAAAASY/3ht3cv9akAk/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-3328763657986679931</id><published>2008-02-05T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T19:27:04.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll only hear me saying</title><content type='html'>I want to hug Cookie cos she looks so cute on the dining table (I don't know why but she's been sleeping on the table since this morning and only awake when I was eating my ham and egg sandwich) but I'm scared I'll pass her my virus infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen cats with flus before, and trust me, it's not pretty. Oh! Sad case, ytd. When driving back from the doctor's, at I think Koon Seng Road, I saw a cat. On the road. With blood everywhere. ): Mom lied and said she didn't see anything but of course she saw because she was the one who said 'Eee' first. Omg poor thing ): Some bastard of a driver ran it over! AND DID NOT STOP TO LIKE, I DONT KNOW, CALL SPCA OR SOMETHING!! PET AMBULANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SG needs a Pet Ambulance Hotline. And a hospital for Hit-and-Run pet victims (namely stray cats since SG seems to be brimming with them). Yeah, somebody should bring it up in the next meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen, Jasmine and Nadira came to pass me my test just now. No surprise I failed Geog. Since I studied the wrong chapter. But truth is, I don't think anyone needs to study for Geog's first test because it was all about logic. And since I failed it, it only proves that my logical thinking is not-very-good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew up how I thought my room should be furnished, although it's pretty obvious I'll still have to wait a long time till I can actually get my own room, since the piano is still here. Omg I wish we'd just move house or something, then we can leave the piano here for the next tenants to deal with it (poor suckers) I mean, look at Jo! She got the land for a steal, then built a completely new house. But the downside is that the place is so secluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning up the house is more tedious than I thought man. Oh God, I think my fever is returning ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-3328763657986679931?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/3328763657986679931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=3328763657986679931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3328763657986679931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3328763657986679931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/youll-only-hear-me-saying.html' title='You&apos;ll only hear me saying'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-7096216617201099300</id><published>2008-02-05T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T12:01:00.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the lead</title><content type='html'>My throat feels better, but every slight movement I make sends my head pounding. So I've settled for the spot in front of the Mac. I know, I should be sleeping the fever/headache off but my fever is almost gone, I think/hope (well not really. I want the fever, so that maybe I can grow taller but I hate the throat business), anyway, or else this means Panadol doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgggggz. I am sucha nerd, really. Nobody misses school, dammit but what if we get back our Science/History test papers today?!?! (Which, I suspect, is true.) And Gwen didn't reply to my sms so I don't know if she got the message of helping me collect my homework or not. Sigh, skipping school sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 2 after a very dizzying dream. It was scary shit. Really. It's not scary in the ghosts/killer clowns way but more of the... uh. Like, everything gets so messy you find it hard to breathe cos everything's in this big whirl type of way. Yeah, I woke up finding it very hard to think straight, let alone breathe properly. And I also had a damned blocknose so yeah, it sucked. Mom let me soak my feet into hot water+lavender, saying it helped to improve sleep or whatever. Wtv, I was just happy to be warming up because I was having cold sweat or something even in the aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor said this is caused by my sinus (yet again) and it must have been there for quite a while now so next time if I start to have a runny nose I have to wash my nose with the stupid spray. But I hate the stupid spray. Sometimes if I press it too long then when I release it the thing squirts into my eye. And the spray is sea salt+water, damn it. And it doesn't work, because my nose is still very runny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the saddest part is that he's going to put me on a trial-and-error basis thing, to see what is causing my sinus infections. So now he's banned me from nuts and seafood. Like wtf. I couldn't care less about seafood, but why nuts! Even peanut butter is not spared! I WAS PLANNING TO EAT PEANUT BUTTER TOAST TODAY FOR BREAKFAST. ): Maybe I should just go operate on my nose, like what Dad did. Then I can eat all the peanut butter in the world. Omg sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you about my weird dream involving Karl Lagerfeld? I told Jasmine and she laughed when I told her he fell from a helicopter. He never smiles, anyway. His face looks like it was heated and cooled to stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching telly isn't that bad. For Better or Worse is a nice show, if you enjoy supposed reality TV. The wedding looks sort of screwed up to me, anyway. The sun looked too hot and the bride looked constipated. Oh well, that compliments her groom's look as well. Whatever works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-7096216617201099300?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/7096216617201099300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=7096216617201099300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7096216617201099300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/7096216617201099300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/take-lead.html' title='Take the lead'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-8651382443753687411</id><published>2008-02-04T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:59:46.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's such thing as karma, you know</title><content type='html'>Omg I hate flag day-in school. Like, some people give you the money readily (Cheryl, Ruth's sister almost gave us 6$ but we were like, you know, only kidding when we said minimum 5$ so yeah omg she's so gullible in a cute way!) but there are some people who just can't bear to part with a few cents to help the underprivileged. Some to go as far as to tell me, 'No, go away,' with a glare. I don't think I was wrong to say Fuck you when I turned around, but when Gwen reminded me they might come after me with parangs since that's what Mutts like them do, I had to rethink my impulsiveness of swearing. Ugh, feeling so horrible, throat sucks like crap and I had only 6 hours or sleep or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the doctors. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-8651382443753687411?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/8651382443753687411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=8651382443753687411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8651382443753687411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/8651382443753687411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/theres-such-thing-as-karma-you-know.html' title='There&apos;s such thing as karma, you know'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747508681213989824.post-3912304265917717278</id><published>2008-02-01T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:40:18.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's this hole that pulls us both together</title><content type='html'>Omg bitchhhhhhhhhhh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did this purposely right. So that I can't like, sue you or anything. Omg thats so. scheming. I hope you get socked in the eye or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I so love the rain. Like, the entire house gets very cold :] Omg haha I have to sleep soon because there's stupid choir tomorrow. I think I'm going to quit Hip Hop/Street Jazz because I'm like horrible at it. Like, majorly horrible. Ballet is so much more my forte. Haha omg wtf I can't believe I just said that but like, yeah, omg I'm sucha lazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Cold Storage was fun. Sort of. Waiting for the boys at the bus stop was funny. Why I am blogging about the day in broken parts, I have no idea. Sigh, I miss Gossip Girl ): Let the strike be over and we can all resume our TV lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSI is like, totally boring now. Cos it's all reruns, reruns, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reruns&lt;/span&gt;. Sad faceXnth time. And I can't get anymore spoilers because Gossip Girl totally ran off the track the book laid down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realise Matthew Lewis really is quite hot. In some pictures, at least. His butt-flashing ones, though, are just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want that thingy from Sherniece. Ugh, okay, Jasmine, I don't care, after we get our CNY grub (okay actually yours is just one big fat packet, right?), we are going to raid that shop you told me about. And the shop I told you about. Yup. Damn, Penin Penin Penin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo! I forgot to tell you something and I'm getting really freaked out about it. I only told * about it but I didn't tell her th rest. Omg, come online!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747508681213989824-3912304265917717278?l=bangandfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/feeds/3912304265917717278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747508681213989824&amp;postID=3912304265917717278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3912304265917717278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747508681213989824/posts/default/3912304265917717278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bangandfall.blogspot.com/2008/02/theres-this-hole-that-pulls-us-both.html' title='There&apos;s this hole that pulls us both together'/><author><name>super fast sugar rush,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16120505578685661670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
