<?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-4745642970269761932</id><updated>2011-07-08T17:15:21.187+08:00</updated><category term='ILuv i want you'/><category term='Te queiro'/><category term='I&apos;m sick'/><category term='twinning project is getting the hell outta me'/><category term='korea'/><category term='hair cut'/><category term='GAMBATTEH'/><category term='Cheezels'/><category term='piggin out'/><category term='watering plants'/><category term='I&apos;m sorry'/><category term='usual routines'/><category term='super}'/><category term='happy birthday to MUM'/><category term='MELODIC scales'/><category term='It doesn&apos;t pay to be good'/><category term='chicken bones'/><category term='INDULGE'/><category term='streaming on the way'/><category term='guilty stricken'/><category term='loud screams'/><category term='JOMIN SEOW IS VERY ROUGH:D{actually'/><category term='bad headache'/><category term='Chocolate oreo iceblend'/><category term='chatterboxes'/><category term='guilt stricken'/><category term='rainbows'/><category term='neckaches suck'/><category term='fireworks 2008'/><category term='American&apos;s got talent'/><category term='m and m&apos;s'/><category term='giddy spells'/><category term='FRANTIC SCREAMS'/><category term='Te amo'/><category term='slack'/><category term='Stiff backs'/><category term='floating stage'/><category term='PISSEDDDDDD'/><category term='nincompoop'/><category term='You jerk'/><title type='text'>Diary Haven</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>482</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-1384690652685359934</id><published>2009-07-06T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:01:44.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON WITH LIVEJOURNAL.</title><content type='html'>HI EVERYONE. &lt;div&gt;I won't be posting here until i'm unhappy with livejournal. So, VISIT MY LIVEJOURNAL INSTEAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://graciafumbles.livejournal.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visit okay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. BYEBYE FOR NOW. SO LONG, SUCKERS! BWAHAHHAA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-1384690652685359934?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/1384690652685359934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=1384690652685359934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1384690652685359934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1384690652685359934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-with-livejournal.html' title='ON WITH LIVEJOURNAL.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-5622405588338359091</id><published>2009-07-05T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:46:12.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livejournal or Blogger?</title><content type='html'>My dearest cousin, Miss Jean, has requested me to use LIVE JOURNAL. I just created an account. I might just double post daily. Or maybe my live journal should be kept secret. Only for certain eyes to see. HAHAHAHA. I'll see first. Depends on what content is posted and who is reading. Heehaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Gave gym a miss. Cuz the whole family woke up late. And gab had to go church so we didn't go gym. I practiced the church hymns for today. Practiced till 11 plus. Then had lunch. After that, went to church.&lt;br /&gt;We were early. LOLOLOL. Usuals. Melly didn't come. SAW DANY THOUGH:D She makes me, HAPPY. Hahahaha. Cell. Was good. after church, louis was playing his Les paul. MAN! THAT ELECTRIC GUITAR IS AWESOME. SUPER SENSITIVE TO NOISE. LUV IT. And its tiny. Super cute. Unlike my accoustic. Big bottoms.&lt;br /&gt;After church, mama send me home. Then went back to church. Cuz it was raining and she had some meeting in church. Came home, chat with liping on the phone. HEY DARLING. LIFE'S GREAT. AWESOME MAN. ^^ Then slacked. Theres this show. really nice.&lt;br /&gt;At night, my favourite Tze Char store closed down:(((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;So dad got it from somewhere else. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Then Jean came! We watched videos. And crapped. She's got her cam with her. LOL. 2 somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I create livejournal. Add me^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;http://graciafumbles.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-5622405588338359091?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/5622405588338359091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=5622405588338359091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/5622405588338359091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/5622405588338359091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/07/livejournal-or-blogger.html' title='Livejournal or Blogger?'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-3435271430237439390</id><published>2009-07-04T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T14:25:11.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vince, the loveable stoner.</title><content type='html'>Meh, found another nice band. The Fratellis! Downloaded of their 2 albums. And so far, I haven't been unpleased with any of their songs. Ah, the fratellis is good. Got alot of new songs yesterday. Downloaded google chrome^^ it's awesome i tell you. A W E S O M E. Hahaha. Rather, convenient. For me. Cuz i use alot of tabs.&lt;br /&gt;Today is good. And shall be good. Why good? Cuz its a happy day. Happy things happen. HAHAHAHA. Happyhappyhappy.&lt;br /&gt;Morning, woke up at 7 plus. And had piano at 8. I was late. Why? My time management is getting bad. Lesson was good. If all goes well, i should be going to Holland village with aunty lilian on monday. We're gonna get cold rock ice creamery ice cream! MWAHAHAHAHA. And i'm gonna let her try Frolick too! Frolick's nice. Sorry cel, couldn't go with you. Next time, I PROMISEEEEE. Frolick is awesome. Say YAY to the frozen yoghurt.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. after piano, went home. Had cereal for breakfast. honeystars plus Koko crunch is FTW! Bwahahahahha! After breakfast, I DID HOMEWORK. This term, i shall strive. To get at least a B3 for my biology and my combine science. I must pass my combine science. NO MORE SLACKING GRACIA. Mugger time~ Next week also no training. Haiz... must go exercise soon. Run baby run! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Did biology and chemistry. left with a chinese compo and amaths. Then took a nap. LOL. After nap, took lunch. SPAGHETTI. LOVE SPAGHETTI~~~~~~~~~~ Yeah, i love it. Going to Fort Canning later with Anna's family. They've got some durian party. But i don't like durian. Only going Fort canning to reminisce. At night, going to Keppel Club for JAPPY FOOD. To celebrate daddy's birthday. Too bad Jean can't come&gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm gonna work on ma chinese now. LOLOL. Have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-3435271430237439390?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/3435271430237439390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=3435271430237439390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/3435271430237439390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/3435271430237439390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/07/vince-loveable-stoner.html' title='Vince, the loveable stoner.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-2155441083274727547</id><published>2009-07-03T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:34:36.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Histrionics</title><content type='html'>HI! I feel so lost all of a sudden. Like, what should I do next? And do i have homework. Stuff like that. It kind of sucks. I should make myself a time table. But you see, my schedule's are always so hectic during training days. And there are like upcoming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tuitions&lt;/span&gt; and stuff. SO BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;And now, i have a sudden craving for jellyfish. You know the ones you see in Japanese restaurants. yeah, those types. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YUMYUM&lt;/span&gt;! Tomorrow, we'll be going to a Japanese restaurant to celebrate daddy's belated birthday! Yippee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt; 2 soundtrack kicks ass. The songs are all so nice~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. You hardly have such nice soundtracks. The last soundtrack i loved was from Alvin and the chipmunks. how long ago was that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School today was not bad. Finally got to go to school with Aaron. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOLOL&lt;/span&gt;. He's got a funny funny haircut. Really really funny. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;homeroom was spent talking and all. I ate half of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bento&lt;/span&gt;. IT WAS DELICIOUS. And very very tempting. The three musketeers behind us were salivating just by looking at the unagi. HAHAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First period was BIO! Supposed to go to the lab but Mr cho explained planning practical skills to us. And we continued with the respiratory system. HAHAHA. Yknow why Tarzan never lives till old age? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answer: Because he hits his chest too often. His lungs died on him. HAHAHA. LOLOLOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moving on... Recess. Boring boring boring. What else is there to do during recess? other than eat and talk. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry. I had to stand up AGAIN. Forgot to bring my acid and bases notes. it was in my file. And i forgot to bring my file. Fooosh. During Emaths, we continued doing graphs. LOL. Tessa literally flipped to the back of the book and jotted down all the answers. LOL! But, i didn't! I DID IT ON MY OWN~ OH YEAH~ After that was chinese.  we didn't have to shift places. Just sat around the same area. And talked. Talking about thriller rides. That topic is awesome. HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, waited for adeline. Then went to bedok inter for bubble tea and her mr bean cheese idk what. Zach came along. LOL. Rather, stalked. while we were buying bubble tea, he suddenly popped out of nowhere. HAHA. Then Adeline and I abandoned min and zach at inter and went home. ^^ Our new forte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home, had lunch. Then took nap. SUPER TIRED K. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR TOMORROW. I want to go to the science centre on monday but its CLOSED. DAMN IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-2155441083274727547?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/2155441083274727547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=2155441083274727547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2155441083274727547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2155441083274727547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/07/histrionics.html' title='Histrionics'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-8083683750703375415</id><published>2009-07-02T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:18:42.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The city is at war!</title><content type='html'>Today was rather amusing. Yeahyeah, 3 sciences all in a day. Super tiring. Mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, i woke up late. Yeah. I took my own sweet time and i missed bus 33. I knew i would miss the bus. So i didn't even bother looking, i just went to my dad and said "I'm late. I'm missed my bus... i think." So dad washed up and send me to school. Its been a long time since i was that early for school. 7.10 and we reached school. LOL. Dad saw the white poofy pompous tents. And he was like " Is Damai having some dinner or something?" Then i told him about the 15th anniversary celebration and how expensive one ticket to that dinner costs. He chided me. He wanted me to support the school. And i'm like "you want me to pay 40 bux for a buffet like that? And some performance i see every term?" And he said "you shouldn't say that. After all, it's your school." I find it quite true. I'd attend it if the tickets were to be cheaper. But sadly, they aren't. And they aren't gonna have some GSS discount on the ticket. Cuz it's supposingly discounted already. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so dropped off at school. And went straight to class. Jon Lie was so hardworking! He was actually reading. WOW. Hahahaha. He doesn't seem that kind. Not the bookworm style. Never will be i guess. HAHAHA. then had the usual routine. Blahblah. Silent reading. Then PE. Take height and weight. I GREW TALLER AND FATTER. nice. LOL. I needa lose weight. Yeah. lolol. Then we played badminton. played with a couple of people. i thrashed jiaxuan and derrick. what a joke! Seriously, the two of them are JOKERS. meh. They make me laugh. Made me laugh like a mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Pe, was english. Did some stuff. But lazed around as usual. Then RECESS. Had the usual food. Did the usual stuff. Every recess, guanwen would play table tennis with the little lower sec kiddies and thrash them. bully them. Seeing that smirk on his face makes me wanna laugh. He would laugh it off and say "No lah, i'm not bullying them. just having fun." Hahaha. After recess was Emath. Mdm Nura came! Her bellies growing. Swelling. Hahaha. I forgot to bring the only holiday assignment i did. LOL. Pass up on monday lorrrrrrrr. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Did something on graph today. And we had to write some story question.  I wrote something stupid. The 2 characters in my story were lolly and pop. And they lived in lala land. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;After maths, we had chem. WOW. i stood for nearly the whole period. For leaving my whole paper BLANK! SWEEEEEET~ Mdm yani must be pissed. LOL. After chem, BIO. Another session on laughing. Trains the abs. To laugh more and more. HA HAHAHAHAHAHA. I LOVE LAUGHING. Isn't it just a joy in life to be able to express your happiness by laughing? I think it is. I love to laugh. okay, i'm mad. and random. but laughing is good. Really.&lt;br /&gt;After Biology, was physics. Shortly after mr tan came in... Miss Yeo came into class and shouted " YOU GUYS NEED TO EVACUATE YOUR CLASSROOMS NOW!" and we were like "DID SOMEONE GET H1N1 IN THE LEVEL?! " everyone was so EXCITED. hahaha. And happy. cuz it would be we had to stay home. HAHA. LOL. Turned out to be the O level MT oral. LOLOL. Well, at least it kept us happy for a moment. LOL. So, we went to the first floor 1e2 classroom to have our lessons. The rows were cramped. The noticeboards were so colourful. I think they used up 1 or 2 packs of coloured paper. LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;After school, adeline min and I went to tampines 1. Had frolick:D YUMYUMYUM. Then we went to tampines mall for pasta mania~ The unagi pasta tasted good this time. The last time i went, it was HORRID. I guess they changed the chef^^ After that, we went to popular. I GOT MY STATIONARIES.&lt;br /&gt;1) 2 screamcity e-zone foolscap pad.&lt;br /&gt;2) Correction tap&lt;br /&gt;3) Uniball Angelic pen set&lt;br /&gt;4) stapler bullets. LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;And left. It costed me 22 bux. I'm losing money. big time. LOSING MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;The screamcity foolscap pad was left with 1 after i bought 2. AHAHAHA. After that, I went to precious thoughts. Got daddy's birthday present. Then we went home by MRT.&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home, weixun and philo(?) came. Brother's goodfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Weixun: "Just came back from popular ah?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;Weixun: " Go there for what?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Buy school stuff lor."&lt;br /&gt;Weixun: "AIYAH! NO NEED TO STUDY LAH!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Eh, different case hor!"&lt;br /&gt;He's so relaxed. LOL. He's on a holiday now. I need to study. my studies suck.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna join him in aussie if possible. Ah... Singapore= STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;After wx left, used the com. Received a Bad news. He's sick. Might be swine:(((((((((&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Worried for him. Then took a nap. splitting headache. After my nap, had dinner with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-8083683750703375415?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/8083683750703375415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=8083683750703375415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/8083683750703375415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/8083683750703375415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/07/city-is-at-war.html' title='The city is at war!'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-5134256275518179982</id><published>2009-07-01T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:34:10.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know about you but I came to dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Good afternoon. I'm so tired. the afternoon sun did its usual energy suction program. It sucked all the energy out of me. SO TIRED. Mentally and physically. I don't wanna go to school tomorrow. I don't want:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today was funny. Class was hilarious. Okay, the laugh was freaking contagious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Amaths. MR HO GAVE US A PERIOD OF 5 DAYS TO COMPLETE OUR HOLIDAY HOMEWORK. I thought today was my death day. but seems like it isn't. YESHHHH! But it was hardcore 2 hours of amaths. Did graph plotting today. It's fun. It's time consuming. yeah. Fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;After amaths, was recess. Usual. Seems like next week there will only be 3 classes going for lower sec recess because the lower sec are going to have their E- learning. HOW UNFAIR IS THAT. We suffer in school while they enjoy at home. Well, we had our times. Now's their turn. They'll soon come to our stage and grumble too. Aish. moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;SS. We learned about the Sihalese and the indians feud. Yeah. feud. The feud that included racism, discrimination. Hahaha... I bet Charles didn't feel too good during this period. HEHE. History. We went to the computer lab to work on the Weimar government. First time we went to the computer lab during history! Good improvement on miss marianna. Hahahaa. After that, we made our way back to class. And it was chinese. We went to the same computer lab again-.- LOL. Played there. Didn't really do work. Sorry liping:P hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;CME. It was laughter filled. Shuyang and I kept laughing. It was so contagious. He laughed at my laugh. And i was laughing at idk what. It was like i was drunk. Laughing like a fool. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;After school, saw weixun in school. I guess he's still the same. that fella just came back from aussie and didn't quarantine himself. still parading around singapore. I dont think he has swine flu. God would bless him:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;After school, went to macs with adeline. Da pao-ed macs home. she lent me her listening ear. Thanks adeline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Came home. Had lunch. Gonna study later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I forgive you. I forgive her. I'm sorry for saying all that mean stuff. But i repent. My heart tells me i'm doing wrong. Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thinking of you- Katy Perry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Comparisons are easily done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Once you've had a taste of perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Like an apple hanging from a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; I picked the ripest one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; I still got the seed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; You said move on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Where do I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; I guess second best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Is all I will know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Cause when I'm with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; I am thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Thinking of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; What you would do if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; You were the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Who was spending the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Oh I wish that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Was looking into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; You're like an Indian summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; In the middle of winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Like a hard candy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; With a surprise center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; How do I get better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Once I've had the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; You said there's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Tons of fish in the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; So the waters I will test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; He kissed my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; I taste your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; He pulled me in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; I was disgusted with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Cause when I'm with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; I am thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Thinking of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; What you would do if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; You were the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Who was spending the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Oh I wish that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Was looking into...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; You're the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; And yes I do regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; How I could let myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Now the lesson's learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; I touched it I was burned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Oh I think you should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Cause when I'm with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; I am thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Thinking of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; What you would do if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; You were the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Who was spending the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Oh I wish that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Was looking into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Looking into your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Looking into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Oh won't you walk through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; And bust in the door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; And take me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Oh no more mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt; stay....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-5134256275518179982?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/5134256275518179982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=5134256275518179982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/5134256275518179982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/5134256275518179982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-know-about-you-but-i-came-to.html' title='I don&apos;t know about you but I came to dance.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-2758262711222462746</id><published>2009-06-30T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:50:18.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a little girl caught in the moment, I'm so scared but  don't show it.</title><content type='html'>Today was fun. Really really really fun. Okay, FUNNY. Not fun. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I slept at 11 plus last night. And woke up at 6.15 this morning after my cellphone's morning call was deemed useless. Kimberly had to wake me up. LOLOL. She seemed so relax. While i was so tense.&lt;br /&gt;So, i quickly slipped into the bath. took a quick bath. Brushed my teeth and put the cream thingy on my face. Plus some sunblock due to my tanned face. LOL. my face is still very tanned. Singapore is a strange country with unfathomable weather. One day, it's all sunny and bright. Next thing you know, it's pouring cats and dogs. And the sky is dark. LOL. Thanks to global warming. We have an umbrella everywhere we go. An extra load in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so took a bus to school in the morning. I DIDN'T MISS 33. I thought i missed the bus. But i looked at my watch i saw the timing. I was still early for the bus. LOLOL. Now, school.&lt;br /&gt;Did the usual morning routines. took temperature. blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Emath. Madam Nura didn't come. So mrs nair and miss yiow came in. LOLOL. Crapped with jonathan lie, barry, Yankit, james and haikal. Held some singing thingy. IT WAS SOME LIVE ENTERTAINMENT MAN. ET LIVE. Hahaha... Okay, shan't say anything bad here. BARRY'S READING:D HI BARRY LAMBERT~&lt;br /&gt;After that, PHYSICS. MRS CHAN IS NO LONGER TEACHING US. Z O M G. Mr tan, our new teacher reminded me of this geeky hormone raging kid from e1. jin rui. HAHAHA. seriously. Mr tan's so skinny and his face is so... ah, bulging. its a weird way i used the term. HA HA. Recess.&lt;br /&gt;Usual stuff. I can't believe that slut gave tessa that 'I pity you' face.&lt;br /&gt;After recess, we had english. Crapped with dono, SY, tek and tess. We were supposed to complete this assignment. But, we didnt. HAHA. We're bad students. HEHEHE. We also had our best biology lesson EVER. mrs lee's going for maternity leave in a jifty. So, our new teacher is... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MR EDWIN CHO&lt;/span&gt;! Today lesson was tummy aching hilarious. Hahahaha... Darth Vader. And all that dragonfly poop stuck in the trachea. You could hear yan kit laughing his ass off from the back of the class. It was awesome funny. Really, really. LOL. After biology, was chinese. Did this presentation. I really need to brush up my broken chinese man. Ah, dad's gonna kill me with that chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, wanted to go down to popular. But minmin had to go for tuition. So, min sakeena and I went bedok inter. Got bubble tea and a magazine. Yeah. Awesome. Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;Came home, had a long long nap. Didn't go online. Too tired. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow got tuition. Ah, science-.-&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, POPULAR~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dislike you. Not hate. Dislike. Pure dislike. Meh. you've been mean to people. ME in special. Seriously, you have gotta change MAJOR.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-2758262711222462746?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/2758262711222462746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=2758262711222462746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2758262711222462746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2758262711222462746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-just-little-girl-caught-in-moment-im.html' title='I&apos;m just a little girl caught in the moment, I&apos;m so scared but  don&apos;t show it.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-6813852637696066991</id><published>2009-06-29T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:11:03.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One, 21 guns Lay down your arms Give up the fight</title><content type='html'>Today was misery business. Mean misery business.&lt;br /&gt;School sucked.&lt;br /&gt;The timetable's screwed up. Our recess is changed. Changed timing to lower sec recess. And only E1, E2 and E3's recess is at 9.30am. The rest of the classes still the same:(((((((((&lt;br /&gt;Everything change. Change change change. ARGH, i got a feeling i'm gonna hate this term. hate it bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, Aaron got quarantined. So i gotta go to school on my own. LOL. That genius went to Thailand and got quarantined. I went to thailand but i'm not quarantined. HOW UNFAIR IS THAT.&lt;br /&gt;Reached school. TEMPERATURE TAKING. Miss jumi spend the whole morning talking about temperature taking and travel declaration forms. LOLOL. The classroom floor is now SHINY! They did something to the floor. It's no longer that dusty nose disturbing floor. Its now "plastic-cized" LOL. It shines. literally. LOL. and the classrooms are painted too!!! PAINTED. Weird colour. An Orange door, blue wall and grey floor. super LOLOL. Doesn't match. The door's too striking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had amaths. LOL, Mr ho always has something to teach. With or without a textbook. Surprising? not really. He seems bulletproof. Hahaha. Then we had recess. ZOMG. I FELT SO OLD. Sitting around sec 1s and 2s make me feel utterly old. I feel like i've aged a million. THE SCHOOL HAS GOT 3 NEW VENDING MACHINES! But the drinks are all more expensive than the tuckshops. So, i doubt they'd have business. Only those people who stayback till 5-6 plus (like the netballers) might use it. Cuz the shops are closed by that time. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;After recess, we had history. LOL. Miss mariana gave us a SBQ to do. LOL. Then we took temperature. LOL. we had to take it TWICE. T W I C E. how time consuming is that. And Why? Cuz SOMEONE used a highlighter to take his temperature. LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;English. Ms wong came in. With another one of her fellow mates. Trannies. Hahahaha. She's fine. Tessa and people just don't like her. Apparently, she's got those "slap me" face says tessa. HAHAHA. Well, we talked about home learning. Their advantages and disadvantages. LOLOL. and the different perspectives. LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. LOLOLOL. There's a new class opened for the chinese noobs. Who are slightly higher grade than basic chinese. The chinese L. Chinese Lousy. LOLOL. We got our sits moved. And now i'm sitting in the second row (T.T) LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;Went to macs for lunch with minmin. I got so much to do tonight. Aish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I haven't done my holiday homework. Only some emaths. I need to finish them by this week. Lovely. I hope school closes. But those silly government officers insist we have our lessons. Screw it. Home learning can be enriching too okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-6813852637696066991?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/6813852637696066991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=6813852637696066991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/6813852637696066991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/6813852637696066991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-21-guns-lay-down-your-arms-give-up.html' title='One, 21 guns Lay down your arms Give up the fight'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-4948306305606861739</id><published>2009-06-28T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:33:48.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last sunday paradise</title><content type='html'>(T.T)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow shall be my death anniversary for this year. Next week shall be my mourning period. And i will die, die, die. There are a thousand and one reason to why I'm gonna die. But, the 2 most important reasons are....&lt;br /&gt;1) I haven't finished my holiday homework ^^&lt;br /&gt;2) Swine flu is spreading like wildfire. Without a mask, i'd get pwned by that stupid pig. HOW EMBARRASSING IS THAT. GETTING PWNED BY A PIG?! I ain't gonna get pwned by some Influenza A flu shit crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather... fine. Yeah, fine.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up really early this morning. 8am. Went to the Gym with daddy and gabby. Did 20 minutes of stepping on this stepping machine. LOL! Quite fun actually. I feel muscles growing on my thighs. No longer flabs. YAY muscles. After gym, dad and gab went for a swim. But i couldn't swim. Cuz didn't have my swimming apparels with me (T.T) Then, we went home:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching home, dad sent gab to church then he went to the market with mommy. And kim left for church too. I was home. ALONE. My uncle and cousins came for awhile. They delivered food to us. Hahaha. After they left, i practiced piano for awhile. Then took a bath and daddy and mommy came back. Had mee siam after bathing. Then took another nap. HAHAHAHA. Then woke up and got ready for church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was fine. today's ya hui lao shi's last day (T.T)&lt;br /&gt;Last night, i went to develop some pictures and put it inside a photoframe for her. Hope she likes it:'(&lt;br /&gt;She's pretty dearly to me. Louis is back! He went to Orlando for a holiday (T.T) UNFAIR. i want a holiday too:'( I wanna go to aussie, Nz, and many many countries. I am gonna travel around the globe when i grow up. YEAH MAN.&lt;br /&gt;During service, they showed the congregation a slideshow. Of US. Many many unglam photos of me. hahahaha. People say that i blend in with the kids-.-&lt;br /&gt;Melly and dany turned up:D I had my fair share of hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, dad mom gab and I went home... Had a short break. Then went to grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOW AT MY GRANNY'S HOUSE. PLAYING WII! WEEEEEE~&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DRAT SCHOOL. ANTI SCHOOL. ANTI SWINE FLU!&lt;br /&gt;I DRAT SCHOOL. ANTI SCHOOL. ANTI SWINE FLU!&lt;br /&gt;I DRAT SCHOOL. ANTI SCHOOL. ANTI SWINE FLU!&lt;br /&gt;I DRAT SCHOOL. ANTI SCHOOL. ANTI SWINE FLU!&lt;br /&gt;I DRAT SCHOOL. ANTI SCHOOL. ANTI SWINE FLU!&lt;br /&gt;I DRAT SCHOOL. ANTI SCHOOL. ANTI SWINE FLU!&lt;br /&gt;I DRAT SCHOOL. ANTI SCHOOL. ANTI SWINE FLU!&lt;br /&gt;I DRAT SCHOOL. ANTI SCHOOL. ANTI SWINE FLU!&lt;br /&gt;I DRAT SCHOOL. ANTI SCHOOL. ANTI SWINE FLU!&lt;br /&gt;I DRAT SCHOOL. ANTI SCHOOL. ANTI SWINE FLU!&lt;br /&gt;I DRAT SCHOOL. ANTI SCHOOL. ANTI SWINE FLU!&lt;br /&gt;I DRAT SCHOOL. ANTI SCHOOL. 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ANTI SWINE FLU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-4948306305606861739?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/4948306305606861739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=4948306305606861739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4948306305606861739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4948306305606861739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-sunday-paradise.html' title='Last sunday paradise'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-454765260312090837</id><published>2009-06-27T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:46:22.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IKEA is the love.</title><content type='html'>Last night was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;. D called. had 1 and 1/2 hour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; with him, Nigel, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shafiq&lt;/span&gt;, Nicholas and Andreas. It was funny. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mimick&lt;/span&gt; his voice now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;! his voice broke. Deeper. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. okay, the next call will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt; when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was tiring! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Slept late last night. Woke up at 7.55 this morning. I have piano at 8. Nice. Rushed like crazy. Had a short bath. Then wash up 8.05am. Daddy speed raced to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;aunt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lilian's&lt;/span&gt; house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. piano was good. I finished learning my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; exam piece. Now learning the 3rd one. Bach and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Debussy&lt;/span&gt; rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, daddy  and mommy came to fetch me. And we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;. Had breakfast there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt; Siam. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;LIKEY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;LIKEY&lt;/span&gt;^^ it was yum. And cheap. So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Dad and mom loved it too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;After Breakfast, we went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt; shopping. Bought some stuff. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Then after paying, we had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hot dog&lt;/span&gt; bread. Its nice^^&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home. Came home, did some shifting of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;furniture&lt;/span&gt;. Then went to sleep. Super tired. Woke up at 4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; be going to Parkway later for a short short while. I need to develop my photos. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;needa&lt;/span&gt; make something for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;yahui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;laoshi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Secret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-454765260312090837?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/454765260312090837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=454765260312090837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/454765260312090837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/454765260312090837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/06/ikea-is-love.html' title='IKEA is the love.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-1290511043763787843</id><published>2009-06-26T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:27:57.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They ain't doing us a favour.</title><content type='html'>I think the government aint doing us a favour man. 315 cases and still no extension of holidays?&lt;br /&gt;Not like E-learning's gonna harm us or anything. Why can't they just have 1 damn week of e-learning or something? Rather than risking our health. Seriously, this would mean if 1 person in damai gets swine flu, it spread like wildfire. 1 to 4 to 10 to 50 to 70 to 100. Slowly taking over the health of every single damaian. And seriously, I am not looking forward to contracting swine flu damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that the government would seriously put our health and well beings into thoughts. And perhaps close down school for a week or two. Seriously man, WE are facing a stupid WAR with some dumb pig flu. It can and may mutate into some horrid flu that eats people's immune system like HIV. So what, we just wait there and get the flu to eat us? NO WAY am I doing such a stupid act. I might request mommy to let me stay home for some days. Why? cuz I AM SICK. Flu yes. Fever, i don't think so. Body ache, yes major. God know what would strike me next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was wasted. Hahaha. Drowned in sleep. I wonder how i am gonna sleep tonight man. HAHAHA. Last night, some of us stayed over at minmin's house. Isadora, Aisyah, Arasha and celine. Hahaha... We watched 1 movie. And even before the movie ended, we were all nearly asleep. Arasha was already sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;So, in the morning... Min the first. LOL. Then I woke up and went back to sleep again. SO TIRED. leather couches arent exactly the best spots to sleep on. K, then after all that lazing on the couch... isa suddenly said "OMG. MICHAEL JACKSON DIED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I wondered how he died at first. i thought his nose dropped and blood came oozing out or something. Turns out he had a heart attack. Well, say good bye to neverland ranch. And all the little kiddies dude. God dislikes paedophiles. Hahaha. No more moon walks and crotch grabbing actions from michael. Perform for god in heaven man. Don't waste your talent at death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went home. Came home. Did nothing. talked to people online, then went to sleep. Just woke up. HEHEHE. shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's calling tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-1290511043763787843?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/1290511043763787843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=1290511043763787843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1290511043763787843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1290511043763787843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-aint-doing-us-favour.html' title='They ain&apos;t doing us a favour.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-340348678711879677</id><published>2009-06-25T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:15:35.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycle cycle cycle...</title><content type='html'>Today was tiring. To the MAXIMUM.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9.30am. Then after that, had bath and breakfast. Then after that, went to minmin's house. Played Wii with adeline. It's so fun! I'm gonna ask daddy to buy a Wii machine! It's awesome~ YAY Wii. Then, cycled home. Had spaghetti for lunch. Then headed to EAST COAST PARK!&lt;br /&gt;I raced there. Yeah, i enjoy the wind blowing on my face and the speed. Its just exhilarating man. Love speed and wind. Yeah, this is bad. Hahaha. High death risk.&lt;br /&gt;After reaching there, Juniors played some games. I picked up a lot of seashells. really really pretty. And i even found one that was still closed. Hahahaha. The ocean has many beautiful secrets that we humans have yet to see. God is awesome. His creation. Its magnificent! x1000000000000000. Words can't explain its goodness. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after that. Amazing race. It was not amazing. I literally killed time at mac donalds. Mac donalds for 2 hours. Faizah and I were stationed there. It was boring to the max. I don't know how many songs i played on my ipod touch, how many songs i played in tap tap revenge 2. Well, the music was good. I love music. Its like my life. It rejuvnates me. Literally. It comforts me when i miss my old buddies. It makes me feel happy. Perks me up like coffee. Hahaha, its also an awesome lullaby. Music, FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Faizah had to leave. So, i was left there to fend for myself. I waited for an hour. Then i went back to base. Yeah. Waited until 7 plus. Then we left. we had to wait for isa and the last A.R team to be back. Hahahah, not. I hate waiting. LOL. Nowadays im often late when people ask me out:P LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god i brought my mountain bike with me. I was SO DARN HAPPY!  Why? Lazy to walk. I cycled to 7/11 bought sausage and marshmallows then cycled to minmin's house. Left the food at her house, then cycled home. Had my lovely bath (but, i'm smelly now. AGAIN). Then, Gab gave me some soup to drink. LOL, he's suddenly so nice. but its good. Yeah, he can be sucha sweet brother sometimes. And horrid one too. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after my bath and all that dilly dally, i cycled back to minmin's house. Yeah, BARBECUE OFFICIALLY STARTS. it was not bad. Yeah. LOL. After the bbq, we had a USE OUR HANDS CAMPAIGN. We mopped and sweeped minmin's balcony. It was fun. I hardly/ never do housework at home. Call me spoiled but thats what you hire a maid for. Right? LOL. okay, later we should be doing something. I don't know what. Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing CIP tomorrow! i think.. And a biology project which was long due. Perhaps chinese too. Yeah~ I wanna watch ice age 3 and harry potter the half blood prince. Should i watch duplicity? Seems nice. I luvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv transformers 2. Absolutely luv it. Hahaha. Okay, going home later. Which would most likely mean 2-3-4 am. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-340348678711879677?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/340348678711879677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=340348678711879677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/340348678711879677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/340348678711879677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/06/cycle-cycle-cycle.html' title='Cycle cycle cycle...'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-8353928902387258197</id><published>2009-06-24T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:49:18.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSFORMERS, Robots in disguise!</title><content type='html'>Today was not awesome. Only the movie was.&lt;br /&gt;Morning, i had tuition. Combined science:D&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo. I learned something. Which is good for me since most lessons in school have proved to be quite useless. LOLOL. Useless in a sense that i havent really gotta learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went out. With scott and zach. For lunch. Omu rice:D My fav. Then weng heng came along. Watched TRANSFORMERS. First row. Kicks ass man. Megan fox was hot. Scott says she's a man. LOLOL. How could it be?! If it was an operation, it was DARN SUCCESSFUL. All trannies should find that doctor. Seriously man...&lt;br /&gt;But i loved that show. OPTIMUS PRIME, BUMBLE BEE. All that robots. Ah, love them k. They are just awesome. AWESOME I TELL YOU. AWESOME. K, after the movie, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAFIQ'S GONE HYPER MAN. HI SHAFIQ. HYPER BOT! HYPER MONKEY. HAHAHA. CONVO ON FRIDAY~~~~ WAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah, ZACH HAD HIS HAIRCUT. it was a mohawk. AWESOME. Better than his previous hair cuts. now, all he needs is a ear pierce and he would look like an ah beng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-8353928902387258197?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/8353928902387258197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=8353928902387258197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/8353928902387258197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/8353928902387258197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/06/transformers-robots-in-disguise.html' title='TRANSFORMERS, Robots in disguise!'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-7431170106871832769</id><published>2009-06-22T20:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:14:37.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a maze and love is a riddle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIRDIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANKS FOR BEING SUCH A NICE BUS MATE FOR A YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fine. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and mommy came back from shang hai last night. They bought loads of stuff. Bought me loads of clothes. And scarfs. And a bag:D ^^ YAY. Which means, i can save some money on the bag:D~~~ woohoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, had instant mee for breakfast. LOL. There was nothing else left to eat in the house. Ran out of stocks. K, after breakfast. Mom brought me to tampines to visit this dermatologist. But the queue was super duper long. So, we went to Anna's place. Had mee sua for lunch. Misty ( anna's dog) had her dandruff all over me! Hahaha. The dog's cute. Shihtzus are cute. K, then did some funny funny things on the comp. After awhile, we left.&lt;br /&gt;Mom brought me to midpoint orchard. There was another dermatology shop there. Franchise. LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;I have dried skin. and thanks to the sun, i need more facial products. Spend quite a bomb there. Those few bottles of facial cream could buy me a bag or two. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Then mom and I went to John little. Bought my needs. Secret. Lingerie.&lt;br /&gt;Then walked down to centrepoint. Bought a orange cardigan. YAY. Happy happy me. Today was the first session of retail therapy for the holiday. Hahaha. Okay, then we headed down to dad's office.&lt;br /&gt;Mom used my POSB card to pay her bill-.- I was worried about the money. Appears, i'm not that broke as i thought. hahahaha! Then, we waited for daddy. And went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to the song "the show" by lenka. It's nice and catchy! Can't blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm a fool&lt;br /&gt;Out of love&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-7431170106871832769?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/7431170106871832769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=7431170106871832769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7431170106871832769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7431170106871832769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-maze-and-love-is-riddle.html' title='Life is a maze and love is a riddle.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-7974922060688862773</id><published>2009-06-21T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:26:13.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is blind. Marriage is an eye opener.</title><content type='html'>Good evening.&lt;br /&gt;Today was boringgggggggggggggggggggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9 plus. I was all alone at home. So settled for fried rice-.- Sick of it. every sunday, my maid would cook fried rice then leave for church. Dad and mom are coming back only tonight. Gab went for english service. I'm left alone. Its quite scary. In such a big house. But well, time passed darn fast. Before i knew it, i was leaving for church already. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Church was not bad. WL kor cracked his bone. Now, he's in a cast. He can't play the piano. So, I, am left to play. And lead ginny on. Well, i shall try my very best! Do god proud! And i don't just say it and without actions. Unlike some people. NATO. No actions, talk only. So much for loving god. But not following his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, after church. We celebrated Ginny and shirlin's birthday. After that, had a chat with WL kor. He's a doctor. And he screwed up his arm. the doctor can't cure himself. Hahaha. LOL. Then melly came over:D Miss her so much man. Finally saw her after 2 weeks. hahahahaha! watched movie while she went to talk to Gab. Then after that, she left. I had my nap. Seriously, i lack sleep. I sleep at 3-4 am sometimes. Insomnia or whatever that is. I need my sleep!&lt;br /&gt;then watched FINDING NEMO. that cute clown fish. HAHAHA! Had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for momo and papa to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's father's day with no daddy at home? I miss them. And they'll be back soon! YAYAYAYAYAY! HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO ALL DADDIES. Be awesome daddies k. Like mine. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of Vin Diesel last night! Jon lie, if you're reading this, don't laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that this woman, dressed up as vin diesel. I was laughing my ass off. Then there was this queen of some sort and her daughter. They were goo goo gaga over him too. Then they did all sorts of embarassing things. Ah, i love dreaming. They're usually so funny and fun filled. All the happiness. No sad elements yknow. Thats why people call it dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow i'll be going to the science centre! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-7974922060688862773?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/7974922060688862773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=7974922060688862773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7974922060688862773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7974922060688862773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-is-blind-marriage-is-eye-opener.html' title='Love is blind. Marriage is an eye opener.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-6732752751574944434</id><published>2009-06-20T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:16:01.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now shut up and eat your words.</title><content type='html'>Today was horrid? Morning was horrid. Yes, afternoon was fun packed. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;SRC today. it was horrible. Shan't talk about it. It triggers bad memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After carnival, adeline,min,XY and I went to citylink toilet. To change. LOL. Adeline even wet her hair-.- POTENTIAL FUTURE SADAKO ACTRESS. You should've seen. It would look scarier when she's angry. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;K, then we went to Xin Wang Hong Kong Cafe. That was when the fun started. We started to crap. The food was nice. I had pathetic congee. We laughed like idiots but it was fun. Then planned for netball outing. picked with groups. After all that, adeline suggested some photo shoots. it was super dumb. You can go to her blog and see what stupid things we did. Some fail jumpshots. and my usual retarded lameness. Mwahahahaha! Then had a private gossip session. Yes. Went window shopping. I desperately want my mommy home now. DESPERATELY. She's the key to my shopping. Without that key, i'm nothing. MOMMY! COME BACK FASTER~ She'll be back tomorrow-.- Which means i need to find time to go shopping with mommy. And it won't just be anywhere. it would be VIVO. Again. LOL. I need retail therapy lah. really. really. need. retail. therapy. i'm like drug addict. But minor drug addict. Not up to the shopaholic stage yet. But i guess it would be interesting to get to that stage. hahahaha. I need red sneakers. Where's the converse sale i need? tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, then went home with XY.&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time i tried J.Co glazed donuts. I fell in love with it. But I won't eat it often. Seeing the Q. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And now, i'm kind of into the song Nobody. By the wondergirls. They are goo gaga people. I like the dance~ hohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is going to be a very very busy week for me everyone!&lt;br /&gt;My schedule&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Da Vinci Exhibition with Celine((((: exciting!~&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Friendly match with Pasir Ris Sec. LOL. Yay, and Boo.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Transformers with Jon Lie and people.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Netball Outing/BBQ/Slumber party! Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Left for CIP. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is... I HAVENT' DONE MY HOLIDAY HOMEWORK YET. I'M AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HI JONATHAN LIE! NI HAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-6732752751574944434?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/6732752751574944434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=6732752751574944434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/6732752751574944434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/6732752751574944434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-shut-up-and-eat-your-words.html' title='Now shut up and eat your words.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-2426632623775025967</id><published>2009-06-19T20:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:04:43.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awful slab of stress &amp; worries.</title><content type='html'>Hola everyone~ was busy these few days. Didn't get to use the comp yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was quite good. Had training yesterday. It was good. Did court work after a million zillion years. Hahaha, at night shan came. X-boxed. Racing! Woohoo~ pwns ass man. call me childish. I love the excitement. its healthy. After she left, watched scary movie 2. And 2 fast 2 furious and fast and furious: tokyo drift. VIN DIESEL. hahaha. I like him man. COOL DUDE. LOL. I wanna watch the latest one. Hahahaha, i can't believe i actually missed the show when it was on cinema. Ah. vin diesel.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SjuHtCIU_ZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/VlHf-39VId8/s1600-h/Vin+diesel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SjuHtCIU_ZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/VlHf-39VId8/s400/Vin+diesel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349018190168259986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin diesel~&lt;br /&gt;Today was awesome X10000000000. LOLOL. Slept only at 4.30 this morning. Ah, bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;Had piano in the morning. It was not bad. Finally started on my 3rd piano piece for grade 8. Yay me. After piano, came home. Had a short nap. Then went to Vivo city with minmin.&lt;br /&gt;First went to buy tix for ghost of girlfriends past. Then had lunch. And walked around. Forever 21 and topshop. I need mama! I wanna go shopping~~~~~~~~ GREAT SINGAPORE SALE! Retail therapy. I NEED IT MAJOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so we slacked before the movie started. mostly crap. And gossips. Min told me something. We gossiped. It was so tempting. That girl had been a bitch for quite a long while. Her life is misery. Misery. Mean misery. Thinking how her friends haven't been there for her, and on the other side hating them even if they hadn't done anything to her.  of course her friends won't ever be there for her. Seriously man, i feel really tempting to write that persons name on my blog. Perhaps she knows i'm talking about her. But who gives. She's just some brat bimbotic small fry from nowhere. Alright! Gossip session over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHOST OF GIRLFRIEND'S PAST IS AN AWESOME SHOW. Watch it people. It so sweet. Comedy/Romance. Perfect combination. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, went home. I'm super tired now. feel like dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRC competition tomorrow morning. Pray for me people. I feel abit scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-2426632623775025967?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/2426632623775025967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=2426632623775025967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2426632623775025967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2426632623775025967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/06/awful-slab-of-stress-worries.html' title='Awful slab of stress &amp; worries.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cadqUW8F6S8/SjuHtCIU_ZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/VlHf-39VId8/s72-c/Vin+diesel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-9094642318458152384</id><published>2009-06-17T20:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:30:35.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just revived after boredem killed me.</title><content type='html'>I was stabbed with boredem today.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what time i slept this morning? 4 am. LOLOL. woke up at 9. Then went back to sleep and woke up at 12:D Woohoo. Shiok.&lt;br /&gt;But my nose was badly blocked. i took awhile clearing all the mucus. Gross right. But well, its my mucus afterall. Perhaps if you had a flu, you'd wipe yours off too. Luckily, the wantons ( tissues filled with mucus) didn't pile up cuz they were all in the thrash bag. I had some unaccurate throws in the dustbin though. Some landed right beside the bin. Kimberly scolded me for that. Hahaha. Dad and mum left for shang hai last night. Its kind of "freedom". But i do miss them. They're awesome parents. Hahaha. naggy,yes. But loving, yes yes. Now, my brother's the king. I'm next to the throne. He just went out. So i'm temporarily abdicating the throne. HAHAHA! It rocks k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after waking up, i slacked. Received the text that training was cancelled. Ah... In the past, this kind of news would thrill me. I would be extremely excited. But it's been awhile since i went for training. So, its time to train again! Woohoo! hype hype hype~&lt;br /&gt;k, it was a movie marathon-ic afternoon. First movie was harold and kumar : Escape from guantanamo bay. That was before lunch. i watched that show twice. LOL. Its funny. Yeah and filled with censored contents. Then lunch was SHREK! hahaha. I've watched shrek for more than 10 times. I can memorize the movie. Hahahaha. thats what mama said. Then after lunch, it was fast an furious. In the mid of the movie, gab's friend came. Everything went back to normal after that. Movie.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the king left the castle. Leaving the heir to protect it. And here i am. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be training. friday will be piano and movie. Saturday will be SRC. Sunday will be church. And at night, mommy and daddy will be back! Busy holiday. I haven't done a single holiday homework. THIS IS JUST FANTASTIC. I'm dead. I'm praying for an extended holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Transformers II will be next week. And not long, HARRY POTTY! hahaha. Its potter actually. Just love the word potty. Sounds so cute right! In case you don't know what a potty is, it's a "toilet bowl" for babies. Kind of like a Voila. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick. I'm eating ice cream. I deserve all this sufferings man. Daddy would kill me if i'm still sick. But he did give me money to see the doctor if i was in need of one. Hahahaha. I'm mad. Rather, hype. On to the homework. But i'm really feeling allergic to it. I doubt I'd touch it anytime soon. Or i'd need my epi pen. Which in this case means, i don't know what either. hahaha. Random. Boredem. I told you it kills. its bloody lethal. Very few can withstand my craziness. very very few. some would just make some stupid remark and leave. others will use their glaring stares. And in their mind, they'd be thinking "what's with the girl?!" Hahhaa. Okay, boredem to the max. I'm waiting for someone to come online so i can disturb them. HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, suckers! hahahaha! 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I'd just give a brief talk about thailand trip. Lazy to go into details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1157.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1157.jpg" border="0" alt="Me,min and zach." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me min and zach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1159.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1159.jpg" border="0" alt="family" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1226.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1226.jpg" border="0" alt="A.G.T" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahka gospel training centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1234.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1234.jpg" border="0" alt="me and aunty sok lan" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and aunty sok lan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1239.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1239.jpg" border="0" alt="GUITAR SHADES~" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1259.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1259.jpg" border="0" alt="dogs" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1240.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1240.jpg" border="0" alt="red rice" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red rice:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1240.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1240.jpg" border="0" alt="red rice" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahka students q-ing for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1240.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1240.jpg" border="0" alt="red rice" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food distribution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1305.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1305.jpg" border="0" alt="SHI MU AND NIECE" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi mu and her cute niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1343.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1343.jpg" border="0" alt="me with kiddo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can blend in:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1365.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1365.jpg" border="0" alt="my fav" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite 2 monkeys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1338.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1338.jpg" border="0" alt="kiddo 2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute little kiddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1378.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1378.jpg" border="0" alt="monkeys!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so happy k. All of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1405.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1405.jpg" border="0" alt="family" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family:D At the golden triangle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1409.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1409.jpg" border="0" alt="group" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo at the golden triangle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1421.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1421.jpg" border="0" alt="me and brother" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and kor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1424.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1424.jpg" border="0" alt="beautiful houses" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? its a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1426.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1426.jpg" border="0" alt="mom and dad" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Yeehaa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/Yeehaa.jpg" border="0" alt="me" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Again:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1580.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1580.jpg" border="0" alt="bed of roses" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companion for the trip home. It was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1585.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u109/gracia94/DSCF1585.jpg" border="0" alt="mom and bro" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and bro on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand was fun. we went to 3 place to spread god's love.&lt;br /&gt;A.G.T, Hua En Church, and gao lang.&lt;br /&gt;Gao lang is a village. Where the houses are made of bricks. And the roof's of leaves. Huts.&lt;br /&gt;The food there was always spicy. so my main dish for the trip was FRUITS! we had mango, RAMBUTAN, LYCHEE. It was really good. Loved it. If you wanna know more about the trip, you could ask me personally. I'm really lazy to write. but overall, i would wanna go there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-8617648950594993461?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/8617648950594993461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=8617648950594993461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/8617648950594993461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/8617648950594993461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-i-miss.html' title='This, i miss.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-4292172086998671711</id><published>2009-06-11T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:42:53.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1/2 in thailand,chiang rai.</title><content type='html'>hey dudes and dudettes. Gracia's arrived in thailand. In one piece. K, the heat's killing meeeee. its really hot but in the night, its frigging cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,min and zach came to the airport to send me off. lol. this post is gonna be extremely short. then we left singapore airport for bangkok's international airport. we had dinner there and then we went into another plane. This time, to chiang rai. Then from the airport, we had a truck sending us to ahkar gospel training centre. A.G.T centre. quite cool. they've got super cute puppies. But i suspect they've got rabies too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went to the wholesale centre to buy presents for the kids. its quite magnificient. Then we also went to this mall called Big C. Its like malaysia's jusco shopping centre. the super market sold this weird rice. It's got colours. blue,purple,yellow,black,red and many others. Superb coolness. Arrived back at A.G.T with a headache. Ugh! Then had a nap. Got awoken by the hyper children's loud voice. They're really enthu. Dad's teaching them english. I've got to teach them music soon. pray for me babes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melly chong, i miss you too. I'll reach singapore on the 15 at about 10 @ night. If its too late, you don't have to come:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-4292172086998671711?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/4292172086998671711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=4292172086998671711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4292172086998671711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4292172086998671711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-12-in-thailandchiang-rai.html' title='Day 1/2 in thailand,chiang rai.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-4141243714097596811</id><published>2009-06-10T09:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:38:28.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triggering the memories of the past.</title><content type='html'>Hello people. Yesterday was really busy and rushing. but i had an AWESOME TIME. Hohoho. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i had piano lesson at 9. Then went home after lesson. To get changed. After that, waited for minmin at Kembangan Mrt station. After 15-20 minutes, after I had already finished eating my curry puff, she finally arrived. LOL. So, we took an mrt to Vivo! okay, eye candy. My eyes were literally glued to certain shops and certain items. Window shopping is fun! So, we started by roaming candy empire. We always do that. Lol. it's like some routine we do everytime we step into vivo city. Perhaps because its one of the first things we see once we get out of the mrt station linkage.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, anyways, we decided to leave the candies to the last. So, we went for Gelato ice cream instead. Double chocolate, FTW. We wanted to watch monsters vs aliens. But the timing was just screwed up. So, we went to walk walk instead. I finally found the face shop. I think i had no fate with the face shop in the past. But today, i finally found it. So, i bought 5 bottles of nail polish! WOOHOO! Then, we went to Best Denki. Bought minmin's buttons earphones. Quite cute lah. it's pink! the things i get her to buy are all pinky girly colours. Hahahaha! After buying her earphones, she was a happy girl. So we went to the mussel guys for lunch. Had fish and chips. my usual orders. Lunch was good. I was so full:)&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went to top shop. Didn't see anything that caught my eye. Then, went to Forever 21. Bought 2 pairs of ear rings and a necklace:D Super happy. HAHAHAHA. Then went to take a walk around river island. Showed minmin the price tags. It was certainly good eye candy. Then warehouse. Nothing there too. Next up, adidas. I need a new water bottle. But i decided to wait till my naglene is spoilt then i'll buy. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;After Adidas,we went to NewUrbanMale. I need a new bag you see. but the bag's frigging expensive. So i gave it a miss. Hahaha. no regrets at all man. We went to Daiso next. Bought some stuff. funny funny stuff. Like blind folds, cushions for travelling, soda and a fan. Classic eh. I get to use all these stuffs k. Soda was just to quench a thirst. I love Daiso. Don't you? its just great stuff. Japanese create one of the most interesting stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;After Daiso, tendaichi(xin tian di). Saw some crystal stickers. Wanted to buy. But decided not to. I just got darch a new skin. I don't want the crystal on him. later the crystal trap dust. I don't want that to happen. He's awesome. So we went to the pet shop. The shih tzu was super cute. We saw this tiny pug. super cute too. And many others. They're all such cute things.&lt;br /&gt;After all the cuteness, we went to Mu Ee. Min was already complaining. but i still got her walking. We went to roam page one. it was awesome. I wish i owned that bookstore. its just amazing. Some of the books there are branded with hilarious titles. I just realized how twilight has been transformed into some parody. They even have this books on analyzing the movie. What are we learning here. Literature? Twilight was supposed to be a mysterious fiction book about a war between the werewolves and vampires. and the tale of how a girl got attracted to this vampire. Who needs to analyze it... Unless that person's like some twilight freak. Freak freak. Not merely freak. Not those who watch twilight thrice in the theatres. those who are way freakier. LOL. okay. enough.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to mini toons. Got my gummies:D yay gummies. Love love love.&lt;br /&gt;Action city. Nothing much changed. mostly the old toys. So, left after awhile. Then we went to buy corns. After buying corns, we went to the National Geography thingy. Quite cool place. They have some interesting artefacts. Luvluvluv.&lt;br /&gt;Then last stop, candy empire. Bought mars bars for brother. and 2 bottles of jelly beans for mwa:D You know how much i LOVEEEEE candies. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;After vivo, we went to scotts house. Walking there was a CHORE. my legs could break. Literally. After reaching, we did lots of stupid stuff. The bbq was good. The guys were all swimming. LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, my yesterday was AWESOME. Fun, but tiring. my legs are breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a long post i suppose. Hahaha, i had fun writing it too. Bye people. I'll be leaving for thailand from 10(which is today) - 15 june. I won't entertain smses k. So byebye. I'm already missing singapore. hahahahaa. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I didn't know how much i missed you until yesterday. Something just triggered the memories. i really wished you were still by my side. But i know i have to wait. 1 more year to go. People say its stupid to wait. But i won't care. I'm waiting. until my mr right appears, i'm going to wait till you're back. I miss you like crap. always asking you to come back quickly. Knowing its close to impossible. But i wish and pray. Pray for the day you're back. Do come back soon. I  really miss you like crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-4141243714097596811?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/4141243714097596811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=4141243714097596811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4141243714097596811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4141243714097596811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/06/triggering-memories-of-past.html' title='Triggering the memories of the past.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-2275600039743854783</id><published>2009-06-08T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:05:05.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes. Rid of the flu bug.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Siy0eyUWijI/AAAAAAAAAYo/FvRyDcUBhtk/s1600-h/Picture+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Siy0eyUWijI/AAAAAAAAAYo/FvRyDcUBhtk/s400/Picture+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344845298778147378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today shall be good. The start wasn't as good though.&lt;br /&gt;My alarm didn't ring. I ended up waking up at 7.25am. And had to rush to school in daddy's&lt;br /&gt;ready-to-go-anytime car. The car's only free in the morning. Plus Gab's holiday's started already. So yeah. The car's less occupied in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So, when i arrived at school, i was a tiny weeny bit late. lesson had not started.&lt;br /&gt;today, we continued coordinate geometry. If i knew what we would be taught today was THIS, i would have excused myself from remedial. And stayed home and continued my beauty sleep. So, ended up in school until 10+. I was already half dead. My eyelids were drooping. Mr Chia(amath tutor) happened to already finish teaching me all that Mr Ho covered today. Hence, this lesson was a revision. Hawhaw.&lt;br /&gt;After remedial, Liping,Yeechin,Min and I went to mac donalds. WE WANTED BREAKFAST. So we were hesitating. petal mac or bedok mac? we ended up in bedok. and we were in time for breakfast:D It was hilarious. Min and I were all prepared to run down the bus and chiong to mac. We didn't want to miss the timing. And yeah, we did it. The timing was purrrrfect. Muahahahaha! I had my Mc Griddles with egg &amp;amp; hashbrown:D Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had long chit chats. Talked until 11 plus. Then took 33 home with minmin. I needed sleep. My body had won the war against that stupid flu. But it's extremely tired. So, I had to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home, gave brother his food. And went to my room to sleep. Woke up to Xy and adeline's phonecalls. One after another. literally. I put down XY's call, adeline's call came in. I skipped training. Dead beat. I think I can continue sleeping again later. That will be round... 3 for the day. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be BUSYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;Morning, Piano. After piano, vivo. After Vivo, Scott's BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday will be worse. Morning... free time. Afternoon, BYEBYE SINGAPORE. SAWADEEKHA THAILAND.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for my safe trip people. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-2275600039743854783?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/2275600039743854783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=2275600039743854783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2275600039743854783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2275600039743854783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-yes-rid-of-flu-bug.html' title='Oh yes. Rid of the flu bug.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cadqUW8F6S8/Siy0eyUWijI/AAAAAAAAAYo/FvRyDcUBhtk/s72-c/Picture+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-8201211531302554145</id><published>2009-06-07T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:36:08.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awful flu killed me. I want to go to vivo city NOW!</title><content type='html'>I want to go to vivo city. I want to go to vivo city. I read Tessa/QY/Adeline's blog about Daiso. I want to go to vivo city. I need to replenish my stocks. I'm chanting for tuesday to come. I might skip training. cuz I really need/want to go to vivo city. VIVO CITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was morbid. Yes,morbid. I'm sick. I have a leaking tap stuck right in the middle of my face. The tap seems choked for a moment and leaking for another. Tissues are piled up like wantons. I've taken pills. 2 different types so far. And the only thing that actually made me feel better was water and some chips ahoy cookies. Famine camp was to make me hungry. but I didn't feel really hungry. I don't know why. Something's wrong with my body. Okay, maybe the medicine's making me go all gaga. I'm scared i get swine flu. really scared. Pray for me people. I need to get well by tuesday. All will go well. All shall go well. Go Gracia. Conquer the evil bacteria! YOU CAN DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Church was fine. But i had that leaking tap. Plus the air con, all was bad. felt horrid. Ah. After church, i refused to stay back. Sorry guys. I had to go. My nose felt like crap. Solid crap. Wanted dad to fetch me home, but as usual. His phone was deemed useless. Whats the point of having a phone while you don't pick it up when people call or text you. i dislike it when people don't answer/reply me. So made my own way home. Stopped by at SPC for some snacks. Then went home. No one was home-.- Luckily I could get the key using my long arms. Or i'd be stuck outside-.-&lt;br /&gt;okay, so had my snacks. Then dad came home. After like a million years of phone calls. Took another pill. then had a nap. Gonna stay home the whole night. And rot to death. I want to watch monsters vs aliens. but shan's not in singapore now. I promised to watch with her. So i shall wait. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Porridge for dinner. Its good for me. Its all warm and mushy. easy to eat. Goes well with salted eggs:)&lt;br /&gt;For now, I shall play more piano. Yes. Piano. Music. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what appeared in my facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="CopyTitle"&gt;Gracia  took the  &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/persona-rh/index.php" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=81419124284&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=ca82ba587dc3a89334665193f11b5480&amp;amp;position=4&amp;amp;' + Math.random();ft(&amp;quot;4:10:237:0:0:::::618293780:1:81419124284:::0:36628986046379982::0.01818:qrt177:0::::&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;1244381959:8a8855e3b38ca7513f4e6dcc95495cf0&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;clk&amp;quot;,0,&amp;quot;nf&amp;quot;);return true;"&gt;Personality traits by birth month&lt;/a&gt; quiz and got the result: &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/persona-rh/index.php" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=81419124284&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=ca82ba587dc3a89334665193f11b5480&amp;amp;position=4&amp;amp;' + Math.random();ft(&amp;quot;4:10:237:0:0:::::618293780:1:81419124284:::0:36628986046379982::0.01818:qrt177:0::::&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;1244381959:8a8855e3b38ca7513f4e6dcc95495cf0&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;clk&amp;quot;,0,&amp;quot;nf&amp;quot;);return true;"&gt;November&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;November:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Has a lot of ideas&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to fathom&lt;br /&gt;Thinks forward&lt;br /&gt;Unique and brilliant&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinary ideas&lt;br /&gt;Sharp thinking&lt;br /&gt;Fine and strong clairvoyance&lt;br /&gt;Can become good doctors&lt;br /&gt;Careful and cautious&lt;br /&gt;Dynamic in personality&lt;br /&gt;Secretive&lt;br /&gt;Inquisitive&lt;br /&gt;Knows how to dig secrets&lt;br /&gt;Always thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Less talkative&lt;/span&gt; but amiable&lt;br /&gt;Brave and generous&lt;br /&gt;Patient&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted&lt;br /&gt;If there is a will, there is a way&lt;br /&gt;Determined&lt;br /&gt;Never give up&lt;br /&gt;Hardly become angry unless provoked&lt;br /&gt;Motivates oneself&lt;br /&gt;Does not appreciates praises&lt;br /&gt;High-spirited&lt;br /&gt;Well-built and tough&lt;br /&gt;Deep love&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less talkative is bullcrap. But amiable is yes yes yes. The rest are all correct. I talk alot. Too much. Hehehe. Ugh, dad's eating durian. the undelightful smell is ascending. To the third floor. Masking the whole of the house with its cat poo smell. Some love it. some just hate it. I prefer to stay neutral. If I'm in a good mood, i eat it. Now, i just wanna stay as far away as possible. its kind of giving me a repelling effect. I feel like eating. Yet don't feel like it. So i shall just abstain. For my own good:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new bag. I need shopping. I need vivo. I need more movies. I need more time. Nowadays, i wished 1 day had 48 hours. Because 24 hours simply ain't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-8201211531302554145?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/8201211531302554145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=8201211531302554145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/8201211531302554145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/8201211531302554145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/06/awful-flu-killed-me-i-want-to-go-to.html' title='Awful flu killed me. I want to go to vivo city NOW!'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-7602254183235859224</id><published>2009-06-06T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:39:50.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can. I will. Make a difference.</title><content type='html'>YAY people. I actually survived the Famine Camp. Cuz i was under the constant impression that i would die of starvation. But I didn't. YAY ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from Day 1 shall we?&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6.54 thanks to mom and gab's screaming conversation. I had to pack for the camp. I was to shag from the training from the previous night, i packed half way. And went to sleep. LOL. Then, after finishing my packing, had a bath. Then set off to bedok mac donalds. Waited for Yilin and Liting to come. After we had our breakfast, OFF TO ACS BARKER RD.&lt;br /&gt;We took an MRT to newton road. Then yilin took us on the wrong route. She took us to ACS Junior-.- In the end, we had to take a cab there. LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching, we did our registration and whatnot. changed into the camp shirt. Then went to auditorium to gather. It felt awesome in the auditorium. cuz of the AIR CON~ K, then we had to search for our team members. LOL. From the refugee camp. then the slum. And at the slum(tennis court), we had to build a shelter. And we were given ice cream sticks to buy materials to build the shelter. LOLOL. Good team work there. The shelter was done in NO TIME! Then we went back to the hall and slacked. Then left the hall to do jobs! my team, Naidu, consisted of 12 members. Me, Yilin, Victoria,Valerie, daphne, Hasyna, Andrew,Peng soon, weiming, jia le, bryson and Benjamin. Other than me, yilin and bryson, the rest of the members were either in J1 or J2. Hahaha, we're the youngest.&lt;br /&gt;So, naidu was split up into bits a pieces. And we went to do jobs. I did tailoring, cutting,mining and farming. We had to collect ice cream sticks. When we gathered back at the hall, we had to gather our sticks. Weiming, Andrew, Jiale, Victoria, Valerie, Yilin were struck with HIV/AIDS. Cuz they did prostitution. HAHAHA. I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;At night, we had a talk with one of the kids from cambodia. It was quite sad. Really. I didn't know HIV/AIDS discrimination was so bad. I'll educate people. I will. I shall.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were given news. Bad news. WE COULDN'T BATH. Felt terrible. Smelly and sticky. Ugh, used body lotion. Then tried to sleep. We slept at the Indoor basketball court. Like the ones in NIE. The aircon was abit spoiled. Then people kept making noise until like 1. When lights were off. And yeah. Only managed to catch some sleep at 1 plus. Woke up a couple of times at night. Ah. My phone died trying to reply to derrick. Hahahaha. I refused to let Darch forgo sleep at night. So i suffered by listening to people giggling, chittering and whatnot. At least i didn't hear snorings. I personally thank god for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todayyyyyyyyyyy! Yilin woke me up super early. 6 plus. Washed up and got ready. Then we went back to put our stuff in the classroom. Then back to the auditorium. We had soya bean milk for breakfast. The ones that come in a packet. Claiming to be LESS IN SUGAR. But it was frigging sweet. apparently, it was 25% less sweet than original. I wonder how would original taste. Ew. Anyway, we were pretty hungry. So drank it. we have a bladder king among us. Actually, its 2. Peng soon and benjamin. Peng soon drank 4 packs of drinks. And had to go to the toilet everyday 10-15 minutes. I'm not exaggerating. 2nd in place, benjamin. That fella just goes to the toilet for idk what reasons. K. So, we went to tampines to collect old newspapers and clothes. It was a good harvest. Had to carry alot of stuff. yeah. By the time it ended, we were sleeping in the void deck. Super tired. On the way back, slept too.&lt;br /&gt;Then when we were back at ASC , We slacked. And got our bags and went back to auditorium. Did cheering. But was shagged. no energy liao. still cheer-.-&lt;br /&gt;After all that drama, we went to downtown east! D' Marquee. Had some concert thingy. people there were high. Zhang hui mei was singing. Jack and Rai were there too:D more interested in Jack and Rai. K. Then after the concert, we went to food court to makan. Wasn't exactly in the best of moods. Sorry yilin and Liting if i was cranky. after that, went home with yilin on MRT. Daddy brought the bike to the MRT for mwa. So i cycled home. with the bags. Yeah. Heavy load. But feasible load. Then finally had my LONG AWAITED BATH. It felt good. Felt awesome. After 30 hours without food and bath, i finally had both. Sense of accomplishment. But i missed min's concert:( SORRY MY DEAR. REALLY REALLY SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm super tired. Next up, mission trip.&lt;br /&gt;Next week is gonna be hectic~&lt;br /&gt;monday: Amath remedial/training&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: piano lesson @ 9/ training/scott's BBQ&lt;br /&gt;wednesday- next monday: thailand, chiang rai.&lt;br /&gt;Busy week ahead. Soon the holiday's gonna end. And school's gonna go back to its usual tortures. Argh, hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-7602254183235859224?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/7602254183235859224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=7602254183235859224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7602254183235859224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7602254183235859224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-i-will-make-difference.html' title='I can. I will. Make a difference.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-4922780180346903911</id><published>2009-06-03T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:16:53.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Strong.</title><content type='html'>Sorry. I've been neglecting the computer these days. Too busy. By right, i'm supposed to be more free since it's the holidays. But for some reason, i find myself shag. Lying on the couch. and within minutes, falling into deep sleep. I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;This is only the first week of the holidays. I'm so tired-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was boring.&lt;br /&gt;Morning, had biology remedial. Rushed to school. I woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;Then after bio, went home to sleep. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to school after lunch. Went to reservoir to find min and adeline. But couldn't find them. So went back.&lt;br /&gt;Training was okay. Skipped 30 minutes run^^&lt;br /&gt;After training, went for Bubble Tea. Dad got me a new phone. Noob, but feasible. Who gives a shit as long as i have something to use. my room was being refurnished. I couldn't even step into my room-.- sleep downstairs. On the mattress. I woke up 3 times at night. It was an interesting experience. But i don't really wanna try it again. K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning. Woke up late. Miss Tessa told me bio starts at 8.30am. So when i arrived, i was late. -.- For half and hour. And yadeedaa. SY said " it started at 8" and i'm like "WUD?!"&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;After Bio, min came to my place for a shortwhile. we had instant mee and i changed. Then we left. met XY , JG and derrick at TM. Then went to walk walk. And we saw ABIM and Gerald(?). Then had lunch at Pasta Mania. Tm pasta mania not as nice as PP. PP's nicer. So, after eating we went to walk walk. Then went to T1. Walk somemore. Hahaha. Then took MRT home. Today, we learnt of xiangyue's family tree. Its a long long family tree. And the head of the tree is mr cho. I'm like WTH?! I see the happy family. Complicated family too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NG SHUYANG. YOU WANT ME TO BLOG ABOUT YOU RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;You're a good pal. Stuck by me since sec 1. Irritated since sec 1. But still, acceptable. So you had better continue being the good pal. You dote on darch. So much-.- And you've been liking girls. And getting rejected. but its okay man. i'm here for you! As a awesome friend. Stay awesome and strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother KC. STAY AWESOME AND STRONG K BRO. I know you can do it^^ You are awesome too. Outing with nigel soon ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-4922780180346903911?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/4922780180346903911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=4922780180346903911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4922780180346903911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4922780180346903911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/06/staying-strong.html' title='Staying Strong.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-5550698626821646360</id><published>2009-06-01T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:49:15.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I conquered the metallic monstrous teeth wrangler!</title><content type='html'>Sunday was interestingly... BORING.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10. Then practiced piano for service. Then got ready for church.&lt;br /&gt;Church was fine. After church, wanted to go to tampines mall. But couldn't. mummy ordered me to go home. So i went home. And slept.&lt;br /&gt;At night, watched Camp rock. My brother was criticizing demi levato as a swine. And said she was from mexico. I have no idea why he hates her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was A W E S O M E!&lt;br /&gt;K, first. Woke up at 9 plus this morning. And lazed there until 10. Quickly bathed and got ready. 10.30, had dental appointment. I was late. Dr sharifah was later. HAHAHA. But she came. And she removed my braces. I was so happy. I'm getting my retainers sooooon. wednesday most likely.&lt;br /&gt;K, then went to tampines. wanted to get nail polish. but failed attempt. Some invisible force is repelling me from getting my nail polish! Ugh! On the way there, saw weizhen. She's the first person to see me without braces:D&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to kembangan to meet scott and jason. jason was late. LOL. And we also saw yong heng. Then Jason arrived! And we walked to ECP. First to arrive. Then min came. She looked like a man. With the cap and aviators. she looked like a terrorist. HAHAHA. K, then tessa and adeline arrived. ate. Then rented bikes. min rented skates. We went to bedok jetty. Then went to the hawker centre. TESSA ORDERED STING RAY. But too bad only adeline,me and her could eat it. Scott Jason and Min had to return their transports. Hehehe. We savoured the sting ray. Then we had chicken wings:D! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;Then I chiong-ed back with to meet up with the rest. While Tessa and Adeline took their OWN SWEET TIME. Butt ache:(((&lt;br /&gt;Met up. Had a short break. Then went home!&lt;br /&gt;Dad got me a new phone. its weird. damn weird. I intend to ZHNG! it. Hahaha. ZHNG! means BLING!. ZHNG! is the sound effect-ed version. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I have to pack my table. If not dad will kill me. But i'm so tired now:(  Tomorrow is gonna be tiring toooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-5550698626821646360?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/5550698626821646360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=5550698626821646360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/5550698626821646360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/5550698626821646360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-conquered-metallic-monstrous-teeth.html' title='I conquered the metallic monstrous teeth wrangler!'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-7959441935228885623</id><published>2009-05-30T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:58:31.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The King Of Spasm.</title><content type='html'>King of spasm. KRIS ALLEN! remembering how he sang the song 'Ain't no sunshine' &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;, i just got 'No boundaries'. YAY! Downloading Mad World too. Barry's singing was awfully hilarious. So i had to download mad world and see how it really sounded. Hehehe. Barry's version is totally off. No O's barry. Though i know the chances of you even seeing this is like negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not bad. Nothing new. But yeah. Satisfied day.&lt;br /&gt;morning, had piano lessons. then when i came back, i went back to sleep. Only woke up close to 1. It was AWESOME!!! I hadn't slept for so long since i don't even know when. It's the first day of my June holiday. Not really looking forward to the first week. Cuz i'm gonna be slogging my guts out the whole week. I don't even have time to get minmin's present. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;After waking up, i had lunch. And then mummy and I proceeded to Century Square to get my samsung fixed. It was super hot k. Screw global warming. You should hear these phrase pretty frequently these days. Though it wouldn't suffice for the heat we've been tortured with on earth. Yeah. Horrid eh.&lt;br /&gt;We waited at samsung for close to half an hour. Our 'Q' number was 60. and when we went, they were still at '51' but less than half an hour, it was our turn. Yay us. Okay. So we have to wait for the estimate quotation for the phone to be fixed. LOLOL. which would take 2-3 days. Dad says if price to fix the phone is too ex, he'll get me something. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;After leaving CS, i went to bedok while mummy when back to church for choir. At bedok, went to the library. Borrowed 3 books. One of them is called 'Birthday'. Its a sequel to the RING. Sadako and koji. Familiar? Yeah. The ring is FTW! Had a drink at Cafe galilee. Then went to interchange. Saw SY, Derrick and Sean. Apparently, they were heading to the church for BB. Wow. I really hope these 3 learn something. though Sean's a christian. Not sure bout Derrick. SY is not. SY! i know you're reading this. Go church even after BB k. Love god. God loves you too:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home. When i reached home, killed time in front of the tv. Ah... Finished watching Enchanted. Then during dinner time, it was HSM 2. Sharpey's FABULUS! Troy and Gabriella's 'You are the music in me!' and casts ' Summer Time' . Its music. Not bad. But abit too high pitched. After all, it's disney. That's what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i shall let you know how busy my schedule for next week is.&lt;br /&gt;Monday : Dental Appointment @ 10.30am/Min's surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday : Biology remedial @ 8-10 am/ netball training&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday : Biology remedial @ 8-10am/ physics remedial/ combine science tuition @ 4-6pm&lt;br /&gt;Thursday : Working in the morning @ 10.30am to God knows what time/ netball training&lt;br /&gt;Friday : Famine Camp&lt;br /&gt;Saturday : Famine Camp/ Minmin's concert&lt;br /&gt;Sunday : Church/idk what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYDAY IS FILLED. The second week is terrible too. I'm going to Thailand,Chiang Rai for mission trip. And yadeedaa. So tiring. This doesn't feel like a holiday. Feels more like a marathon. Studying marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-7959441935228885623?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/7959441935228885623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=7959441935228885623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7959441935228885623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7959441935228885623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/king-of-spasm.html' title='The King Of Spasm.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-3557067057000166537</id><published>2009-05-29T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:54:04.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We intertwined.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Left training early. then rushed home. Upon reaching home, quickly went to bath and get dressed. I was supposed to meet daddy at 6. But ended up at 6.30-.- So late. aish. Then rushed.&lt;br /&gt;The movie started at 7pm. So quickly went in. With popcorn. but the popcorn was horrible. really horrid. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;TERMINATOR SALVATION WAS AWESOME! It was exhilarating. Like a rollar coaster ride. I loved it. Yeah. totally loved. the guys weren't really hot or anything but the show was good. I didn't know there were things called Hydro-Bots. Its retarded. But lethal. In the show ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;After the show, mummy and I were starving like crap. Walked around. But most shops were closed cuz it was already coming to 10. So, we walked towards the MRT station. XIN WANG CAFE WAS STILL OPEN! So had dinner/supper there. wonderful. Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, i dreaded waking up. But i still forced myself to.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school with Aaron. then had use your hand campaign. it was FUN! i had fun carrying buckets of water to and fro. LOL. train my muscles. Yeah. run here and there. cleaned the windows. and tables. and yeah. After that, ran down to collect mr gabriel's cake. Sad he's leaving. He talked to us and yeah. BYE MR GABRIEL. we'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Collected result slip. 55.7%! worst results since sec 1. i must buck up. LIKE CRAP. those who didn't do well, don't give up k! JIA YOU PEOPLE!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went back home. then bathed and changed. Then painted my nails black-.- GOTH. awesome. then min came, waited for my nails to dry. Then went to bedok. Find jiaxuan,derrick, sean, ara. Jiaxuan brought his younger brother along. HAHAHA. they're a splitting image. just that jiaxuan has more meat. K, then went to E!hub. Met YC.&lt;br /&gt;they were watching terminator salvation. While i watched night at the museum 2 with min.&lt;br /&gt;NATM2 WAS AWESOME AS abcdefg. I loved the cupids. they're so darn cute! They sang 'love bug' and 'My heart will go on'. Super sweet. Cupids~ in marble~ Ah~ sweet~ i shall put some at my future home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, me and min left first. Had to go airport.&lt;br /&gt;Mrt-ed there. Then went we reached the airport MRT station, we saw jason. we had been on the same train the whole time. LOL. Some funny shit. Then we went to find shirlene and co.&lt;br /&gt;when lionel saw my nails, he was like "BLACK NAILS! FTW!" They were fascinated with the nails. YEAH. hahaha. LOL. not just him. my ring was a attention catcher too.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to T1 to find bernie. Then talked. and went to makan. Then send bernie in.&lt;br /&gt;After all that, we went home. I was super tired. Cuz i slogged like crap the whole morning. So tired. gonna sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRO, you shall see the future. it shall be bright and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-3557067057000166537?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/3557067057000166537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=3557067057000166537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/3557067057000166537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/3557067057000166537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/horrible-creep.html' title='We intertwined.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-1988564919712747986</id><published>2009-05-28T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:31:16.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you when I need you?</title><content type='html'>Today was filled with ups and downs. The ups were up up up. The downs were down down down. How amusing.&lt;br /&gt;My arms are aching from the boxing game yesterday. Jeez...&lt;br /&gt;Mr gabriel is leaving tomorrow:'( He's the best English teacher i had ever had:'( he even came to bid me goodbye:'(&lt;br /&gt;This saddens me alot. He was really awesome. But now, he's leaving.&lt;br /&gt;First period, Emath. Went to the staff room and did some stuff. Helped mdm Nura. Carry files-.-&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to class and slacked. 3e2'09 is seriously uncooperative. (Those "haters" should be extremely glad at how pissed i saw this morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second period, history. At first, ms mariana wanted us to watch this video on the Tsar and Tsarina. But the sound system was being unfriendly as usual. So continue to indulge in the 'Queen of second place'. I FINISHED IT! It ended really fairytale-ish. Cassie ended up with Kevin. Instead of Sterling. This made me smile with glee. Total satisfaction. That's a happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third period. SS! Well, slacked. Discussed about CIP stuff. We've decided.&lt;br /&gt;RECESS. Had prawn mee after like a million years. you see, the schools food is hardly appetizing. I was starving like crap this morning. And the first store I saw sold prawn mee. So, prawn mee it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology. We did filing and then went to the computer lab. Mrs Ling explained our holiday homework to us. Well, its gonna be a fun homework. I hate group works though. Its so hard to get people to compromise with you. So yeah. The grouping was taxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English. Mr Gabriel didn't step in:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:( Actually, no teacher did. The class was making so much noise, mr sheikh came to check. But it resumed after he left.&lt;br /&gt;We(Jon L, Ara, Michael, Barry, Haikal, Yankit, SY) were laughing our ass off at barry singing. it was...interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. Slacked at the comp lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training later. And movie with mama in the evening. I can't wait for the holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-1988564919712747986?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/1988564919712747986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=1988564919712747986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1988564919712747986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1988564919712747986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-are-you-when-i-need-you.html' title='Where are you when I need you?'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-4154948015392187419</id><published>2009-05-27T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:52:00.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who gives a shit? Not me(:</title><content type='html'>Last night, Daddy and I concocted the perfect drink. SHANDY! I had Heineken plus pineapple juice. It was awesome k.&lt;br /&gt;Itunes was screwed last night:'( Nearly died trying to fix everything back. There are bits and pieces missing here and there from itunes. But I got it all fixed. But i spent alot of time grumbling. And frowning. At how terrible my music management was. But i'm still proud of myself. VERY VERY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun!&lt;br /&gt;We had lessons. First period, english. Mr gabriel and ms wong weren't around. So mrs ong came to relief the class. How horrid is that. She left half the class under the sun at the parade square. Until i got pissed with waiting, i went straight to class only to find her sitting comfortably in her royal throne. Thank goodness, the rest of the class followed me back to class. Or they'll be roasted under that fire ball.&lt;br /&gt;English was boring. We did this worksheet. The questions asked were extremely lame. I totally didn't expect that for my age. Okay. s&lt;br /&gt;RECESS was at 9am. How cool is that?! Its better than 10+ by like a million gazillion. Cuz i don't have to starve till then. But didn't eat during recess. Was indulged within my storybook. With sniggers and smiles. I just smiled at myself. And usuals thought i was crazy. Ah, only liting understands me. Cuz she's the bookworm.&lt;br /&gt;Amaths. Usual stuff. Mr ho got pissed with the noise level. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry. Had a talk with Mdm Yani. She's pretty awesome sometimes. Yeah. She's gonna give me extra remedial!! Despite her pregnancy. I totally salute to her.&lt;br /&gt;Assembly. It was hilarious as usual. Sitting with Derrick. SYF performance was great. Entertaining. Then the principal talk was a turn off. I totally switched off my brains and eyes. I drifted off to lala land. Got awoken by the claps of the quad. LOL. The sleep was going great. But i just had to wake up. Cuz it was time to leave the school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Scott's house after school. Then went for lunch. Had hokkien mee for lunch. With chin chow. perfect combo.&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to scott's house. Min and adeline left. Z and S went to send them to MRT while Jason and I stayed home. We found out a secret! YES! *winks at jason*. hahaha! It was seriously good. But all good things come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Then when they came back. We talked about school. Yeah. Long conversation. Then played WII. Pwned jason's ass in the boxing game. Hahahaha! Total pwnage. He had to go for some boxing training! hahaha! The way he played was HILARIOUS. Not forgetting how scott and zach played tennis on WII. Jokers.&lt;br /&gt;At bout 6.45pm, we left. I took 17A to inter. When i was about to board 33.. I SAW MELLY! MY DEAREST MELLY. She just finished her training:( heart broken to see her so tired and stressed. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, indulged in the storybook again. I need to finish it asap!! And start on my new books. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 things on earth that won't let you down. 1) God. 2) Music. 3) BOOKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i shall just give up. And continue my search for mr perfect. Yes. I would feel a million times better. YAY GRACIA. You can do it. For now, I shall just abstain from texting some people. Tessa, you should be happy right now. The propercy has came through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-4154948015392187419?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/4154948015392187419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=4154948015392187419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4154948015392187419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4154948015392187419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-gives-shit-not-me.html' title='Who gives a shit? Not me(:'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-5468118766985732014</id><published>2009-05-26T16:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:48:17.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses. Bullcrap.</title><content type='html'>Lets start from sunday shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was FUN!&lt;br /&gt;Woke up pretty early. But it wasn't early enough. By the time i got dressed and all, it was 9.35am. Mommy and daddy were leaving the house. Telling me to go myself. So, i cooked breakfast. Instant mee. But gabby ended up finishing it-.- AS USUAL. And by the time we reached church, it was 10+! Dany and melly were already waiting.&lt;br /&gt;So, quickly settled down in the hall. Had sermon and whatnot. Then left.&lt;br /&gt;First, we went to Melly's house. For a short while. HER CAT IS AWESOME! Both. The white and grey. They're so cute. Which reminds me of the cat Michael picked up. Awesome-er! He picked up a kitten nearby his house. its tiny and cute!&lt;br /&gt;K, after leaving melly's house. We went to bras basar(?) popular to buy melly's books. Then quickly walked to city link. and went to marina square!&lt;br /&gt;Chris and marc were waiting for us there. So hurried our pace. We had suki yaki for lunch. it was AWESOME! Really. The fish was great:) so was the chicken:):) We gave ice cream a skip due to the horrible memories of the ice cream. hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;After that, me louis and melly went to MUJI. while gab and dany went to buy Mel.T's present. And chris and marc left. Then, after muji, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home, went to sleep. I was so freaking tired! Argh...&lt;br /&gt;Then, daddy woke up me. I got changed and we went to grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;Went to play with the 2 little monkeys. This time, they had this weird obsession with spiderman. Super cute! Ah, babies/ toddlers never fail to make me say "SO CUTE!"&lt;br /&gt;At 9 plus, dad decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;When we reached home, we were fighting to use to internet. In the end, both didn't get to use. My brother and I had a war. I stole the wireless broadband. He stole the Dsl broadband. But it was kind of fun. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday.&lt;br /&gt;School was horrid boring!&lt;br /&gt;First, we did jig saw puzzles and sudoku. did 2 sudoku challenges. And didn't complete the jig saw. I still love jig saws. they're fun. Interesting. Next time, if i live alone. I'm gonna be piecing jig saws at home. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;After the jig saws and sudoku challenges, recess. It was boring. Played the piano. QY! I WANT SALUT D'AMORE! Your score:D Its so pretty. And ADELINE! I WANT BELLA'S LULLABY BY CARTER BURWELL! Music is the best ear candy. you have to agree with me on that point.&lt;br /&gt;After recess, we watch 'The Day The Earth Stood Still'. Which was boring. And i fell asleep. Then went to the back to slack. Many people were sleeping and lying on the bags and whatnot. After the show ended, we got to slack even more at the back. this time, with lights. We made a drama out of 2 people. hehe. Derrick was the director. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;After school, had lunch. I FINALLY COLLECTED MY IC! YAY! YAY GRACIA! YOU'RE FINALLY COLLECTING YOUR IC! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Training was okay... The last 30 minutes run was hardcore. Major. But i managed to pull through with no heart aches. This is a good sign Gracia. KEEP UP THE AWESOME WORK.&lt;br /&gt;After training, went home with adeline/min/XY. Crapped alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;Boring. First, bus-ed to school with Aaron. Ah, I'm gonna miss him SO MUCH! he's been taking bus with me for a year or 2. Like some brother:(&lt;br /&gt;Then had SR. So many people didn't bring books. Unlike them, i read. I have books wherever i go. Call me a bookworm. Or a friend of a bookworm.&lt;br /&gt;We had SEX EDUCATION TALK in the hall. Some funny shit! Sat with amba and derrick. ended up laughing my ass off. the guys sure learnt something today.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to class. Did some activities. about how sex can ruin your life and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;RECESS! Ate something. then went back to class.&lt;br /&gt;Continue with what we stopped. Another activity. And another survey form. LOL. In total, we did 3 today.&lt;br /&gt;Career fair! Ngee Ann Poly and Temasek Poly came down. Just some station standing at the hall. Crapped with Michael, James, Jon L, Iggie, Haikal, Barry and some other people. They are extremely pervertic guys. But funny. Haha. Entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped training. My nose was horrid, my stomach was churning. I felt tired. Sorry ladies.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch. Then slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this have to happen? Thats why i hardly introduce my friends to you. Hardly. God knows when you're gonna start liking someone else. Tessa, don't scold me k. But i really cannot take her doing all this. How?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you always the seemingly soft weak one and me the tough one? And people reprimand me for being so mean whatsoever. Unlike you, i just prefer to keep certain things to myself. Only Liping understands this point very very well. Others just look upon me as the bad one. I feel like crying to liping sometimes. But i just prefer to stay strong. And look towards positive sides. But how can I? Sometimes i just need a little bit of space. you're not giving me the space i need. I feel breathless with you around sometimes. how?&lt;br /&gt;Mean &amp;amp; selfish as it may seem. but when it comes to protecting myself, I'll do anything to reduce my pain. 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Bullcrap.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-707924787774660251</id><published>2009-05-23T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:32:10.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're so sad, you could do with a happy meal. You're so skinny, you should supersize your meal.</title><content type='html'>Last night, Mummy and I went SHOPPING! After a million years...&lt;br /&gt;Well, it started with Jack's place. We had dinner there. It was not bad. But their service was really slow. Swensons was packed. So we had Jack's Place instead.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to Dorothy perkins! bought 3 tops. And then went to esprit and got a skirt. YAY. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah!, today was boring! But it was an indulgence in books. During the holidays, I shall promise myself allow myself to sin. In books. instead of the television. its way healthier. But movie marathons are a M.U.S.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, i woke up to a text. GW said he would be late. And i said " Well, i just woke up." We were supposed to meet at 10.30am. But ended up meeting at 11. And GW only came at 12-.-&lt;br /&gt;At the midst of waiting for the royal highness, GW (who was stuck at bedok green due to a traffic jam), Rachel and I decided to go on with the selection of the books for the royalty.&lt;br /&gt;I found her inside mac donalds. Drowned within the crowd of Mac Donald Fans. She finally came out of that crowd. It was 11am. She got to buy the breakfast meal. instead of lunch. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Mac Donalds and their minions of oil. Somehow, humans still love them. Well, frankly. I only adore the morning meals. The rest are just crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we headed on to the library. The weather today was HOT. So, the library felt awesome. The air con was awesome. The moment we stepped in, rachel was like " WOAH, THE AIR CON IS SO SHUANG." I totally agreed with that statement. So, grabbed some books for rachel. And settle down at cafe galilee. No coffee. But chicken. LOL. That was breakfast. I had to settle for that. Other than secret recipe cakes, nothing else suits my taste bud. Sad ain't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12, the royal highness finally arrived. After all the sorrys and whatnot, i pushed a series of books to him. And he just :O in my face. "So many?! how to finish reading?!"  that was his second reaction.&lt;br /&gt;It's a feat to me. Thats how i pass english. And soon, he relented. And took out his PSP instead. that devil working through a machine. Then we left. And went for lunch. KFC. But it was packed and GW said " Woah, such a long Q ah. Lets go eat something else."&lt;br /&gt;We ended up in long john silver. I still owe him money.&lt;br /&gt;Then we parted. And I headed back to the library. the cool air.&lt;br /&gt;So started to live inside the books. Like how tessa indulges herself within the romance inside the book. So perfect. Just too bad historic romance ain't my type. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Z came. Reading his usual type of books. On anatomy. Talk talk talk talk talk. he finally found his ticket. The missing ticket. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the library, we parted. I went home.&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home, i slept. But the heat caught up with me. So i woke up and just died in front of the TV. it was American's got talent. You can't blame me for dying there. It was just too captivating.&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, PRINCESS DIARIES 2. Always loved that show. A Queen is NEVER LATE. Its only the people that are early. 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You&apos;re so skinny, you should supersize your meal.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-2411846138366098292</id><published>2009-05-22T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:34:13.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If stars don't shine, what do they do?</title><content type='html'>The week is coming to an end. Its Friday! Like finally.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;Cuz after netball training, i was shag. But i refused to give in to my tired-ness. So, i managed to stay awake until American Idol ended. I luvluvluvluvluv their singing manzxzx. While watching, kept texting min min. KISS totally scared the shit out of me. KISS is a band. And they dress up like those retards from Detroit Metal City. With that devilish reeking make up. Eww... The moment they went on stage I got scared. With one of the guitarist sticking out his tongue. He looks like one of those deity statues I saw in China with his tongue sticking out. Its as if its too long and he has to keep it out. Wonder what happens to all that saliva on the tongue... Eww. This turns me off. Change of subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, overall. The show was LOVELY. I loved it when they sang So What, and allison singing with Cindy(?) Time after Time. Jason mraz was there too! Hehehe. can't wait for the next season(:&lt;br /&gt;After the show, i gave in to my brain. Its been spamming me on how I should be sleeping and how tired my body is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. I had a hard time waking up. I was so tired! Bleah, but it was worth it:D LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;These few days, i've been waking up later than usual. And worrying 33 would arrive early and stuff like that. But praise the lord, i haven't missed any buses this week(: Hopefully, it goes on next week too.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to school with Aaron as usual. His results were awesome k. Unlike mine...&lt;br /&gt;First period was Pe. First wanted to play Bball but the court was occupied with lower secondary kids. So, went to play badminton. It was fun. Had a game with Xin Yi , Cong Run and Guan wen.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. We slacked in class. During the holidays, we have to do that mind map thingy. UGH, hate it. But still, i have to do it. Cannot let liping down. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Recess. KWAY CHAP FTW!&lt;br /&gt;Amaths. After Mr Ho revised the questions with us, we could do whatever we wanted. I attempted to sleep. But even after i blasted my music, i could still hear shuyang and jiaxuan blabbering about Bleach. Whats worse, after amaths. Chemistry. Tessa came back from Art. And she also joined in. In class, i'm surrounded by loyal Bleach and naruto fans. I can feel that aura around me. Even michael watches bleach. But its okay. At least he speaks music. Communicate-able. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went straight home. Cuz i was broke and i was too tired after PE.&lt;br /&gt;Had instant noodles for lunch:(&lt;br /&gt;Then took my beauty nap.&lt;br /&gt;Probably going out for dinner with mommy later. Daddy and gabby aren't coming home for dinner. I want something nice^^ I was picky eater. But no longer now(: Though there are some food that I just won't eat. Like creamy cakes and some indian/malay food.&lt;br /&gt;I've planned my saturday! And my sunday too!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday will be library/ Vivo city day. And Sunday will be church/ marina square day!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS WEEKEND. I'M SO FREE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-2411846138366098292?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/2411846138366098292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=2411846138366098292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2411846138366098292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2411846138366098292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-stars-dont-shine-what-do-they-do.html' title='If stars don&apos;t shine, what do they do?'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-2144817032193170124</id><published>2009-05-21T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:46:59.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kris Kris Kris.</title><content type='html'>yesterday was horrible. To be specific, the morning was. The afternoon was FUN!&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, we got back history. I could just faint on the spot. 4/25 for SEQ. 11/25 for SBQ. HOW TO PASS?!&lt;br /&gt;Then we got back English. My Compo was good. Mr gabriel said i scored above average. I was a happy elf. But my letter writing was crap. I need to improve in that. 16/30 is definitely not something to be happy about. And my paper 2... 26/50! WOAH. ANGRY ANGRY ANGRY. I needed to take some chill pills. &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. I got full marks for my LC (: I got 52/70 for my paper 2 &gt;( I got 42/70 for my paper 1:( My total score for chinese was 74.5. TRIED MY BEST TO SQUEEZE OUT MARKS. But nothing came out. Damn it. Angry Yknow:'(&lt;br /&gt;Biology. It was the shit. 42/90. wtf. 3 more marks to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly was crappy funny. Something on cyber addiction. Then on stage, there were to people dressed in the pompous attire running around. Dancing. Derrick, shuyang and I had a fun time laughing. It was hilarious. We played with skittles. Yeah. It was funny assembly. Next time i should sit with them too. HAHAHA. I always sit with derrick. Hahaha. Someway or another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After assembly. I asked minmin if she wanted to go Long John for lunch. And it was a yes. So, we walked out of school. We met Z and bill. And ended up in IKEA. E-KAY-ER.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at IKEA. It was good. Bill kept joking. And we kept laughing like nutcases. Z especially. Then toured IKEA. IKEA is a place where you should go with your parents. Cuz its a smarter choice. Then we went for $1 awesome hot dogs. And went home after that. Upon reaching home, i sat on the couch and soon drifted into dream land. Even upon hearing my parents get home. Woke up at 8.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i asked my mommy and daddy. "Do you guys want to hear the good news first or the bad news first?"&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: OF COURSE THE BAD NEWS FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;Then i told them about my horrifying results. And about chinese. Then he said... "Whats the good news?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: CHINESE LAH.&lt;br /&gt;And he was like ... oh. LOL. Surprisingly, he didn't scold me. Just nag.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. At 10, i watched AMERICAN IDOL FINALE. WOAH~ KRIS ONLY DID WELL FOR THE FIRST SONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;We got back SS. yeahyeah. I got 28/50. But i still failed my humanities. Who cares anymore.&lt;br /&gt;lessons were awesome awesome awesome. mostly free periods.&lt;br /&gt;During chinese, we talked about camp. And the guys started talking about all that wrong wrong things that took place in the tent and toilet. And derrick's nude strutt. And all that parodies during camp. We laughed so loudly, Ye lao shi told us to stay back for awhile. Then she scolded us. For being too noisy. Hahaha. But we didn't really mind. Cuz camp was really awesome. Miss it a lot. Not the flies tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then stayed back for netball. it was good. All that lesbo intentions with nicki and nicole. Woah. Made the whole training super lesbo-ie. hahaha. Enjoyed training today. Went home with Adeline and Minmin. Girl talk the whole trip home. Laugh laugh laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home. First thing was, COMPUTER.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch American idol later. Even though i know KRIS WON!&lt;br /&gt;BERNIE HAS TO CALL HIMSELF GAY. BWAHAHAHA! That part just makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-2144817032193170124?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/2144817032193170124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=2144817032193170124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2144817032193170124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2144817032193170124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/kris-kris-kris.html' title='Kris Kris Kris.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-7978199274805111799</id><published>2009-05-19T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:08:42.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mourning week Day 1</title><content type='html'>This week is mourning week. I've mourned for my combine science. I'm the lowest for my combine science in class. Yes, laugh for all i care. My science was never good. What the hell am i doing in a Bio class?! I think i need to change my ambition to Lawyer. And master the skills of arguing with people without losing. First person i need to beat is Darryl chin. That guy never fails to win me. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was terrible. One of the worst day of my life. Yes. This week is mourning week. You might see me tear abit. But all i can say is... "Thank God this ain't no O level."&lt;br /&gt;First period, chemistry. it was the ****.&lt;br /&gt;Amaths. Well, when mr Ho was at the door. I smiled at him.&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Mr Ho, did I pass?"&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho: "(smiles and say) Did you study hard for the exam?"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "OH YES!"&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho: " Good. "&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So is it a pass or is it a fail? "&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho: " You'll know in about *checks watch* five minutes time."&lt;br /&gt;I hate being kept in suspense. Yeah. But i'm happy i passed amaths. for the first time. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess. Grumbles and rejoices.&lt;br /&gt;Physics. _|_ Yeah, i failed. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;Emaths. Madam Nura came into class. It was supposed to be history. But for some apparent reason, our time tables are changed. And ms jumi didn't tell us. So yeah. Perhaps she forgot.&lt;br /&gt;So, when mdm nura stepped into class. She announced that our class was the 2nd best in the level. And she also said that there were four failures. I think Tessa could feel my worries.&lt;br /&gt;I'm register no.2.&lt;br /&gt;The fear is there. When i saw my ranking, 21... I didn't look at the marks. All i said to madam nura was ... "I LOVE YOU MDM NURA!" And took my papers. She smiled at me. Hahaha. Well, at least emaths was more consoling.&lt;br /&gt;Guanwen is possessed. He scored full marks for paper 1. And i'm like WTF. Yeah. that possessed bamboo. Plus he finished so quickly yknow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, procrastinated if we should go for trng. but at last, i had to go home. Tummy ache. Thanks to chilli. As usual. Everytime i eat chilli, i would get diarrhea. And true enough, the moment i got home. I was in the toilet for quite a long time. Well, it felt good to be out. Gross. But yeah. Then had lunch. watched scary movie 3. Then fell into deep deep sleep. Woke up at about 6.45pm. It felt awesome. But i felt abit guilty for that few hours. I could have done many things. But i didn't. But it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called minmin after i woke up. That lady's worst! SHE SPENT HER WHOLE AFTERNOON IN FRONT OF THE PS 2 PLAYING PERSONA 4. Well, she's coping with her results too. She did okay. But she still thinks it bad. Normal for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, had dinner. And then went out to walk with papa and mama. Stroll. my arms are aching from all that arm movement. Try moving your arms front and back like you're pulling something for 45 minutes! But it felt good. I shall go for trng on thursday. I'm kind of looking forward to it. HAHAHA. And now i got another blister added on to the smelly feet family. Damn it. Its pain yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa, Don't be overly upset about your results. Its just the mid years. Cheer up. God bless you, Gracia loves you. So CHEER UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min, you don't cry. its not worthy. merely mid years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weizhen, you might not be seeing this but, get well soon. And god bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-7978199274805111799?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/7978199274805111799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=7978199274805111799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7978199274805111799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7978199274805111799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/mourning-week-day-1.html' title='Mourning week Day 1'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-3279839919231092823</id><published>2009-05-17T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:05:21.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Narcissus was so in love with himself, that he drowned in a pond while trying to embrace his own reflection.</title><content type='html'>Something just caught my eye and i'm tempted to buy it. But... i'm out of excuses to buy it. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i've got baking lessons in the morning. And afternoon i'm going ice skating again. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's gonna open on tuesday. And i'm not psychologically prepared to get back my papers. How? :( really worried. 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Have you heard it? Its really awesome ear candy. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was relaxing. Procrastinated on the bed until 7.30am. Had piano lesson at 8. It was not exactly a wonderful lesson. I sucked at certain songs :( but in return, i got nicer ones:) YAY MUSIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, daddy fetched me home. On the way home, he did his usual nags. Used to it. Surprised how smooth the traffic was this morning. Usually we have to wait for 15-20 minutes for the traffic. But that wasn't the case for today. ^^ Went home. Had breakfast. Then dad started talking about the future. And what i could do to improve in my studies. Made my glory escape by yawning and saying " I'm so tired. I should go get some sleep. " And gracefully strode into my dream land. While my dad went back to analyzing his magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i woke up, it was lunch time. Dad wanted to bring us to equinox. But it was all booked:( What a shame. Stayed home for lunch instead. After lunch, daddy and I sent mummy to church. Then we went to Funan IT mall. It was awesome. Seeing all that electronics felt as if i was in heaven. My technology haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first went to Harvey Norman. Saw this 14 pixel black panasonic lumix. But gave it a pass and went to uncle Richard's shop. The name of the shop is really awesome. John3:16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know whats the best thing? Its one of my favorite verse. Haha. So, they recommended me a canon camera. it was pink. Not hot pink. It was pale pink. Quite sweet. But had bad memories with Canon. So dad asked if there were others. Fujifilm. I like~ Daddy like~ Its black. So we bought it! Yay! Then Daddy wanted to buy a DSLR. We took a look at it. And he decided to consult mummy before buying it. It cost a few thousand bux. Of course he would consult mummy. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying the camera, we went home. Started figuring out the camera. While daddy took his power nap. Charged the battery and stuff. Then daddy woke up and went to church. Criminal minded until 6 plus. When daddy and mummy came home from church. It was awesome. Had dinner. Lamb chop ^^ Then Z came over to pass me the egg tarts. THEY WERE YUMMY. Really yummy!&lt;br /&gt;Mummy said this... "SEE! EVEN A GUY CAN BAKE BETTER THAN YOU!" Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then baby xiang xiang came. He's downstairs now. Now he knows how to recognise people. So when he sees me, he starts to cry. Cuz he finds all people like strangers. And he's scared. Well, that stage will pass soon. And he'll stop crying. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Today was a awesome saturday. I can't wait for monday to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was okay. The attendance for the ice skating was shitty. But i had fun. Derrick and yankit had fun. Sean was embarrassed. Something extremely funny happened. We wanted to watch the ramen girl. but gave it a skip instead and went to Pasta Mania for dinner. Then went to walk walk. The next skating trip will be on monday. YAY MONDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-7894875966662644450?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/7894875966662644450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=7894875966662644450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7894875966662644450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7894875966662644450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/viva-la-gloria-3.html' title='Viva La Gloria (&lt;3)'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sg66vYmp9bI/AAAAAAAAAYc/lnGeT1YSKcc/s72-c/Le+mwa.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-4487881182240764665</id><published>2009-05-15T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:58:45.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighthouse - The Hush Sound</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you're a jackass but nothing will change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going ice skating later. its very hard to plan for the class. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone heard the song Viva La Gloria?&lt;br /&gt;its nice!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-4487881182240764665?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/4487881182240764665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=4487881182240764665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4487881182240764665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4487881182240764665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/lighthouse-hush-sound.html' title='Lighthouse - The Hush Sound'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-1447433339159989081</id><published>2009-05-14T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:07:05.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel and Demons.</title><content type='html'>Just came home.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;Met min at Kembangan MRT station. Then took a train to Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tampines mall. Found liting and yilin. Yilin was the only one in school U. HAHA! Poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to swensons. LITING'S TREAT! Thank you darling for the treat. It was good.&lt;br /&gt;Baked rice was not bad:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to watch ANGELS AND DEMONS. Quite gory and violent. I found it okay. But the first bit was abit boring. Cuz i was super tired. I'M SO GONNA WAKE UP AT 1 PM TMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to tampines 1. Walked around... I need a new bag soon. JUNE JUNE JUNE JUNE JUNE! I need to learn how to bake. Z's gonna mentor me. HAHA. I need to plan for my CIP thingy. Home visits and what not. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home alone. The night is starry. I hardly see stars around the east. Around singapore. Aussie has good stars though. Their nights are pitched dark. You hardly see a streetlight around. Love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-1447433339159989081?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/1447433339159989081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=1447433339159989081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1447433339159989081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1447433339159989081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/angel-and-demons.html' title='Angel and Demons.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-100558607896439244</id><published>2009-05-14T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:25:45.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biology marked the ending of all the torments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sgu0pyi_M0I/AAAAAAAAAYU/n7jALxuuhYs/s1600-h/One+happy+geek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 389px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sgu0pyi_M0I/AAAAAAAAAYU/n7jALxuuhYs/s400/One+happy+geek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335556813586641730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was AWESOME! THE EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER. LIKE AFTER 3 WEEKS OF SLEEP LOSS DUE TO THE HARDCORE LAST MINUTE MUGGING. I MANAGED TO LIVE PASS THE TORMENTS. I'm quite sure there are more to come in the future. I haven't reached the stage where the letter O comes into my life and ruins it. But puts it back into shape after the torments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had LC first. It was easy. I was pretty jealous of the people who could leave first. While i had to stay back. But it was extremely short termed. Then siena came. She passed me the phone. WOW. LV. WITH BLING. AND ITS PINK. PRETTY PRETTY PHONE. Then we went back to class for biology. They had some ghost story gathering. And tessa got freaked by me. And i got slapped, on my back. With a cut on my palm. Thats what i got from "BOO!"-ing Tessa.&lt;br /&gt;But i recovered quick. Like wolverine. MWAHAHAHA! I'm super high right now~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio was interesting. Really. I wrote crap answers for some. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Before the paper started, Ru Ai asked me to look out. The dead bird was being eaten by a crow. EWWW. Super yucky. But it didn't spoil my mood cuz i was all ready to end this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out to celebrate LITING's birthday. Plus angels and demon. Probably gonna wake up super late tmr and then go ice skating with e2. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KWAY LITING! HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME FRIENDS FOR LIFE. hope you liked the present:D ^^ &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-100558607896439244?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/100558607896439244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=100558607896439244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/100558607896439244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/100558607896439244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/biology-marked-ending-of-all-torments.html' title='Biology marked the ending of all the torments.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sgu0pyi_M0I/AAAAAAAAAYU/n7jALxuuhYs/s72-c/One+happy+geek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-7157601704594929864</id><published>2009-05-13T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:25:30.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOSERVILLE RECRUITING NEW LOSERS IN TOWN!</title><content type='html'>AH. SCREW SAMSUNG. THANKS TO SAMSUNG, I MISSED THE PHONE CALL. AND I SPEND THE WHOLE NIGHT TRYING TO FIX THAT PIECE OF SHIT. WHILE TALKING ON THE PHONE WITH Z. GRUMBLING AND GRUMBLING AND GRUMBLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was hardcore. After i missed fiq's phonecall and saw their fb status, i went berserk. Hahaha! Z was the phone victim. Talked until 2 am. 1 more hour and it would break the record. Cuz his dreams were calling out for him. That old perv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 2. And woke up at 6. I thought it was a miracle i woke up at 6. The moment my grandma switched on the lights, I woke up. Washed up. It was a cold morning cuz of the aircon. Its kind of nice. And kind of not nice. Hahaha. In a hot weather, it would totally rock my day. But in the morning, i prefer the warmth. Thats how i prefer to start my day. But not all sweaty and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Bus with kash and bird. That bird is one hardworking bird. He was doing amath on the bus bus. Where you can hardly even balance yourself properly. He was doing sums. Woah. Hands down to this guy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we assembled at the parade square. its been quite a long while since we last assembled in the hall. I prefer the class. At least there's the fan and whatnot. after doing the usual morning rituals, we went back to class for exam.&lt;br /&gt;MATHS 2. It was okay. Just that i didn't finish doing the paper:'( I didn't finish 1 question. I actually knew how to do it. But i didn't finish it:'( For this paper, i had no time to sleep. I wasted time on some stupid pattern sum. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still Biology tmr. ONE MORE TO GO. GANBATTE GRACIA! GOGOGO!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna mug for bio later. TOMORROW IS THE LAST DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a spare phone. Thank goodness Siena darling has a spare phone(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-7157601704594929864?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/7157601704594929864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=7157601704594929864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7157601704594929864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7157601704594929864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/loserville-recruiting-new-losers-in.html' title='LOSERVILLE RECRUITING NEW LOSERS IN TOWN!'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-8529473007595190343</id><published>2009-05-12T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:38:19.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushcrushcrush!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SglcrSBPuTI/AAAAAAAAAYM/T4jPQpbUrkk/s1600-h/Crushed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SglcrSBPuTI/AAAAAAAAAYM/T4jPQpbUrkk/s400/Crushed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334897132238256434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this on deviantart.&lt;br /&gt;It speaks of my sufferings... and my exhaustion by the end of the MYE. Which would be ending in 2 days. YAY! I CAN FINALLY KISS SOME BOOKS GOODBYE. It feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went to bedok to mug. Guess what? We failed. Big time. Min came. And we started to talktalktalk. Then Z came. And he also started to talk. In the end, we decided to head to parkway parade for early dinner. Hahahaha. It was fun. Dinner was funny. Nearly died controlling my laughters. And we had a common topic to talk about. Yes. I had lotsa fun. FUN FUN FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was depressing. Chemistry took made me skip many heartbeats. Flipping to the back of the paper, my heart was failing me. The questions were like #$%$^$%&amp;amp;^*&amp;amp;%^$#! And i just gave up there and then. I'm going to fail. It would be a miracle if i don't fail. Which is nearly impossible. Cuz its a miracle. During the break, i totally lost my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;Amath was okay. i gave up on logs. Totally blanked out during logs and partial fraction. The numbers for partial fraction was screwed. totally.&lt;br /&gt;Went home straight after the amath paper. Min stared at me giggling over a text. But it was really funny what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna study for bio later. BIO!BIO!BIO!BIO!&lt;br /&gt;*chanting "It's gonna be over soon! It's gonna be over soon!" *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my stupid phone is spoilt. I can't receive phonecalls. So don't call me. Text me if anything crops up. I reply to texts but not phonecalls k. Sorry for the inconvenience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! THURSDAY! 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THURSDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-8529473007595190343?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/8529473007595190343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=8529473007595190343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/8529473007595190343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/8529473007595190343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/crushcrushcrush.html' title='Crushcrushcrush!'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cadqUW8F6S8/SglcrSBPuTI/AAAAAAAAAYM/T4jPQpbUrkk/s72-c/Crushed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-1687045793219976542</id><published>2009-05-11T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:39:07.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIhshI34RSc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIhshI34RSc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some funny shit. Watch it. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-1687045793219976542?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/1687045793219976542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=1687045793219976542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1687045793219976542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1687045793219976542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-funny-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-4021478666633652592</id><published>2009-05-11T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:35:32.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3! LALA Land.</title><content type='html'>Church yesterday was okay. Sermon was boring-.- Chris and Marcus didn't come. MUST COME NEXT WEEK LAH YOU TWO! Melly left very very early due to her tuition. Gab only came for the Mission Trip Meeting. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie and the chocolate factory at night. I still love that show deeply. CUZ ITS CHOCOLATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. after lunch, i'd be going to bedok library to study and return my story books and borrow new ones again! LOL. Perhaps meeting min at PP for dinner. GANBATTE GRACIA. GOGOGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this week, CCA RESUMES! Haiz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-4021478666633652592?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/4021478666633652592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=4021478666633652592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4021478666633652592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4021478666633652592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-2-3-lala-land.html' title='1, 2, 3! LALA Land.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-6845332109811252811</id><published>2009-05-10T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:37:55.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day To All Mommy's In The World!</title><content type='html'>Mommy! Happy mother's day! Yes. its mother's day today.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was not bad. In a way...&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 12(: How i wish i could wake up at 12 everyday!&lt;br /&gt;Then slacked awhile and got ready for tuition. Amaths. Hardcore Coordinate Geometry. Super hardcore. But well, it was good. Gonna continue that hardcore later. Amaths it just 1 days away. I think I'm gonna die for my chemistry. As always. LOL. Hopefully i pass. And then my physics. I'm sliced.&lt;br /&gt;After tuition, wrecked my brain for what i should buy for mama. Ended up at Parkway. Saw Tessa's family. I went to Trumpet Praise to buy mama a book. Hehe. wanted to bake, but i failed in my icing and needed someone to teach. But we had no time. So gave it a miss.&lt;br /&gt;Went home. Waited for papa and mama to come back from church. handed mama the present:D&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for family dinner at this seafood restaurant around bedok. Waited for an hour till dinner came. Whoa. Had crab! I like! Then some seafood. While we were eating, we suddenly heard a loud bang. And something rolling down from the roof. It was a mango. hahaha. Mango attack. Sad Jean couldn't come. COUSIN! ALL THE BEST FOR YOUR O LEVEL CHINESE. YOU CAN DO IT! YESHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Went home after dinner. Dinner was bloating. Everyone was bloated even before the hor fun was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Woke up at 10 plus. After daddy and mummy's countless attempts to wake up me. Going to church later. There's missionary meeting. Might hop down to the library after that.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow should be library day as well. If its open...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-6845332109811252811?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/6845332109811252811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=6845332109811252811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/6845332109811252811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/6845332109811252811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-to-all-mommys-in.html' title='Happy Mothers Day To All Mommy&apos;s In The World!'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-1768380599562493055</id><published>2009-05-08T11:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:59:18.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classless society</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I saw a lightning today during the exam. It was really bright and it was glowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I want to see a lightning again. This time, longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today was good in a sense. I've completed my E maths paper 1. Though its only paper 1, I think it was pretty easy. And i checked the paper many times. Really hope to do well this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As usual, i had my sleep. But it was short today cuz of the heavy sudden shower. The next paper is on Tuesday. A math and chemistry. I'M GONNA DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This morning, i saw half of mas selamat's face on the newspaper. I was wondering, why's his face on the papers? I flipped open the papers, i saw the headlines. Wow. One terrorist down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; number of terrorist to go. And Z said "Whats the world without violence?" I want peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peace Love and Ice cream/chocolates. Younha's new song(:(:(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;, i've decided to go back to play the guitar. I have no idea why, but i just felt like it. I didn't sell my guitar. So i should use it instead. And play good music. Got it tuned:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Piano lessons later at 2. And perhaps i'm gonna sleep when i come home. Fatigue plus Z spread his sleeping virus to me. That pig. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from piano. I got the timing wrong-.-&lt;br /&gt;Lesson was at 3. But aunty lilian still gave me lessons. So hardcore piano until 4.30! woohoo! Learned many new songs(: My bottle is filled. But by next week, its gonna be empty again-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna touch the guitar later:D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-1768380599562493055?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/1768380599562493055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=1768380599562493055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1768380599562493055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1768380599562493055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/classless-society.html' title='Classless society'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-8124335655388904483</id><published>2009-05-07T17:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:08:41.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang the doldrums.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yknow what? Mummy decided to impose a password on the internet. Making it nearly impossible for me to hack because my experience level of hacking is shit ass. Only made it a couple of times. And now that the pro hacker, my brother, has his laptop. There ain't no one to crack this shit for me. And last night, she typed in the password. Some way or another, i saved it. Hahaha. If mummy reads this, I'm so dead. But i guess she's gonna lift the ban after the exams. Which are ending next thursday. 1 more week. YAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today was boring. There was only 1 paper this morning. Which was chinese. I gave myself a time limit. But i didn't make it. I tried to finish the paper within 30 minutes. But ended up spend about 40-45 minutes. Ah, never mind. I still got to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Donovan asked me "You so fast sleep already uh." And i'm like "Yeah... Finish doing then sleep lor." HAHAHA. The exam was a pocket searching gummy galore. yes, i had gummy during the exam. MWAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh, and the thermometer taking exercise is taken off the list already. Isn't that just great? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But, the irony is... We're still expected to bring our thermometers everyday. Well, we're still under the attack of the vicious swine aren't we. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Went home with min. Had Mac Griddles(: hot cakes with sausage, egg and cheese. YUMMMMM! Saw some people there. Saw 1 one my primary school friends there. Again. Like 2nd time in the week. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;After that, went home. And criminal mind-ed. Aww, they have a new agent, agent Prentiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. She's kind of replacing Agent Elle. But my favourite agents are still doctor spencer reid and garcia. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Then had another nap. I've been sleeping a lot these days. And those naps could last for hours. And i could still sleep at night. Is it good or is it bad? Hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Woke up. Took a bath. And went to bedok library to study emath. Went alone today. I can say i'm confident about tomorrows exam but i can't say it loudly. So, yeah. Met Cliff on the way out. Music helped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Came home after the mugging. I got some paths unblocked inside my brain(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I gotta get some sweets tomorrow again. In case I fall asleep during the exam( It happened before) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was tryin' to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But I couldn't find wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But you came along and you changed everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-8124335655388904483?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/8124335655388904483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=8124335655388904483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/8124335655388904483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/8124335655388904483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/bang-doldrums.html' title='Bang the doldrums.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-2466579707281429464</id><published>2009-05-06T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:40:28.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loomy clouds entowering her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SgGOdVWUmYI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Km32viCxOcQ/s1600-h/Heavy_Silence_by_Marinshe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SgGOdVWUmYI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Km32viCxOcQ/s400/Heavy_Silence_by_Marinshe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332700068381497730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would rate my day a 7.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;The day started with showers. Heavy showers. Whats worse, i missed 33. And kimmy had to walk me all the way to kembangan. By the time we got to that bus stop, my legs were wet:(&lt;br /&gt;Had a headache on the bus. Giddy spells.&lt;br /&gt;It got a bit worse with the witch screaming into my ears in the canteen. God. That was a blow. Its a wonder how her voice can be heard blocks away. Lucky for me, i had a pack of gummies to survive the day. It was a life Saver.&lt;br /&gt;Went to class with siena who was caught in the same dilemma as me. Hehe. I like her umbrella. Super cute.&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching class, the whole giddy aura disappeared. I was hyper again. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty late though. Usual morning rituals. We had to take our temperature. And soon, the sanitizers would be humans best friends. Because dettol wet wipes has became part of my morning ritual.&lt;br /&gt;English paper 2 was cool. It was pretty easy for me. I wrote 154 words for my summary after a hell load of editing here and there. I was a happy girl after finishing the paper. I had my beauty sleep while the rest of the class were busy scribbling. LOL. maybe not rest. But some. Like sakeena. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Then after English. Had a break. It was good. I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Physics. The formulas were blanked out from my head. But i managed to squeeze out a couple of formulas on deceleration and whatnot. I did all 3 structured questions due to the amount of time left. But the first question left me unconfident unlike the second and third one. So, I only handed up the 2 required questions.&lt;br /&gt;And after physics, went home with min. We raced to see who could run to the bus stop first because she "predicted" the next bus thats coming is either 66 or 228(which she failed to predict badly). I won. Long legs ftw!&lt;br /&gt;Took 66. Crapped on the bus with scott,wh,jr and bill. Funny as. On the way to the inter, we saw Z walking. *jaw dropped*.&lt;br /&gt;Then took 33 home while the other guys left for ikea.&lt;br /&gt;Came home. Had tomato soup with lamb chop(: YUM! Kimmy always gives in to my persuasion.&lt;br /&gt;Then took a nap. Woke up at 5.30pm. TV-ed. And piano. Piano cures me miraculously of my anger.&lt;br /&gt;After piano-ing. Had dinner. And Criminal minds as entertainment ^^. People call me saddistic for watching that. But i never regretted that move of buying that dvd. Cuz its really interesting. Profiling.&lt;br /&gt;How am i supposed to sleep tonight? I guess i'll just gulp down a mug of warm milo or something then stare at the ceiling pasted with glow-in-the-dark star stickers. Its a wonder how the double sided tape was so sticky. Those stickers have been there since i was like 3 or 4.&lt;br /&gt;Gerry just tempted me. She went to dreamworld today. Dreamworld in gold coast. Ah, i wanna go there after my O's. Hopefully mama would allow me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet&lt;br /&gt;Lead her up the stairwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town&lt;br /&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late for you and your white horse, to come around&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-2466579707281429464?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/2466579707281429464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=2466579707281429464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2466579707281429464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2466579707281429464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/loomy-clouds-entowering-her.html' title='Loomy clouds entowering her'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cadqUW8F6S8/SgGOdVWUmYI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Km32viCxOcQ/s72-c/Heavy_Silence_by_Marinshe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-3492508750273167840</id><published>2009-05-04T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:32:57.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUTCRACKER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sf7DZTlcQ_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/UhMpecytURM/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sf7DZTlcQ_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/UhMpecytURM/s320/DSC00040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331913848374707186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sf7DZenxy4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/9GfiVLYqkU4/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sf7DZenxy4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/9GfiVLYqkU4/s320/DSC00037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331913851337296770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sf7DZM2M0WI/AAAAAAAAAXs/8mq52V24V_0/s1600-h/Photoshoot0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sf7DZM2M0WI/AAAAAAAAAXs/8mq52V24V_0/s320/Photoshoot0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331913846565949794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sf7DYlYoEsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/J5pM1mJu8XY/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sf7DYlYoEsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/J5pM1mJu8XY/s320/DSC00039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331913835972924098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sf7DYR8kj-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/n849Qyh5noA/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sf7DYR8kj-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/n849Qyh5noA/s320/DSC00036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331913830754979810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day. For me.&lt;br /&gt;School was WONDERFULLY tiring. Yes. It was extremely tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to school. It was raining this morning. Which didn't help much because i was still melting when i reached class. My whole shirt was literally soaked.&lt;br /&gt;When we reached class. the class was rather empty for that timing.&lt;br /&gt;We took our temperature. We have to take it after recess as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS. slacked.&lt;br /&gt;Emath. Got back papers. I GOT 17/25. WONDERFUL. LOL. I expect that from a person who is bad in math like me.&lt;br /&gt;English. HILARIOUS. Mr gabriel told us someone wrote about how he masturbated. During the compo exam on wednesday. Jonathan Lie laughed till his tables and chairs were shaking.&lt;br /&gt;Recess was usual. But the hall was locked:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio. Mrs Lee was here but she didn't come for lesson. Mrs Mileisi came in instead. I LOVE HER. LOL. Cuz she taught me art in sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. Sleeping period. Was super tired.&lt;br /&gt;Came home. No one was at home. Kim was at the Embassy-.-&lt;br /&gt;So i had to cook my own lunch. IT WAS YUMMY. I COOKED VEGETABLE SOUP WITH CHICKEN. ah, i love my cooking. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Then slept. Then moment i woke up, a text came rolling in.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to sleep. But couldn't. So, criminal mind-ed. i still love it. NICE(:&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be studying. But i'm not. I'm bound to screw up my physics. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, was chatting with shuyang on msn. And we came to the topic of what we wanted to do after the mid years. He said this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUYANG :]&lt;br /&gt;AFTER THIS I AM GONNA CHOING MAPLE WATCH MOVIE PLAY WARCRAFT GO OUT MORE AND MULTIPLY THIS LIST WITH SO MCUH MUCH MORE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WONDERPOWDERFUL&lt;/span&gt; STUFF THAT I CAN NEVER THINK OF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing i can say is... he's getting gayer by the day. Due to the influence of people. HAHAHA. My gay BFF:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-3492508750273167840?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/3492508750273167840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=3492508750273167840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/3492508750273167840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/3492508750273167840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/nutcracker.html' title='NUTCRACKER!'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sf7DZTlcQ_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/UhMpecytURM/s72-c/DSC00040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-5900563092434209349</id><published>2009-05-02T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:16:57.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean. My Bonnie Lies Over The Sea!</title><content type='html'>Today was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Had piano at 10.30am. Good lesson for me as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Then came home. Had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Went for Math tuition. YES. SCREW LOGARITHMS. BUT I'VE GOT IT. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Going to my grand parent's house later for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-5900563092434209349?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/5900563092434209349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=5900563092434209349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/5900563092434209349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/5900563092434209349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-bonnie-lies-over-ocean-my-bonnie.html' title='My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean. My Bonnie Lies Over The Sea!'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-2057853273344185617</id><published>2009-05-01T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:32:34.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now we know how wolverine got his metal claws.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Last night was AWESOME. TOTALLY AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WOLVERINE WAS SO HOT!!! bleah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The show was good. To me. Hahaha. Exhilarating. the climaxes were just fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Reached home at 10 plus. Slept at 12 plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Woke up at 10 something today. IT WAS GOOD. Power sleep. Then had breakfast. And lunch-.- chicken rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Went to sleep after that. PIG. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Then went to cycle. Went to ECP. Hate ECP during public holidays. Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The wake boarding scene was good. I wanna try wake boarding man. Thank goodness today's labour day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But its ironic. its in between our exams-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Daddy's treating us to dinner tonight. I'm hungry after all that cycling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sometimes, i really really wonder. if all this is real. My heart says different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-2057853273344185617?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/2057853273344185617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=2057853273344185617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2057853273344185617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2057853273344185617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-we-know-how-wolverine-got-his-metal.html' title='Now we know how wolverine got his metal claws.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-752065779622487582</id><published>2009-04-30T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:07:55.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A confession of a serial kisser.</title><content type='html'>Yeap. Its an accomplishment. I finished 2 books in 3 days. Proud of myself. UH HUH. More books tomorrow. I guess i might just pop down to the library for a round of mugging.&lt;br /&gt;I was really high on ecstasy after the exam today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a gong gong. I thought today was the english exam. And i was blessed. I forgot to bring my E-dictionary and dearest siena lent me hers. Thanks my dear.&lt;br /&gt;Social studies was okay. Yknow what, i spend all my time on the phone. I didn't even know we were tested on medisave. Then min told me and i quickly read through her notes. Only a brave knight would do that. And i just did it. And strode with confidence out of the classroom. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I slept during the chinese paper. I finished off the first. Then i slept. Woke up and did some ammendments to my paper and went back to sleep. Hahaha. Some funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;After school, went home with min. Went to macs to "celebrate"-.-&lt;br /&gt;Went home. And spend my time with THE CONFESSION OF A SERIAL KISSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also finally see that a crimson kiss isn't something you can chase,because it's more than just the passionate meeting of mouths.&lt;br /&gt;Its a confession.&lt;br /&gt;Its the truth your lips whisper to someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-752065779622487582?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/752065779622487582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=752065779622487582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/752065779622487582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/752065779622487582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/confession-of-serial-kisser.html' title='A confession of a serial kisser.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-3888005231532186994</id><published>2009-04-29T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:09:19.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOUCHING THE CEILING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SfgsbeUacLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/FBndLVjvXxc/s1600-h/Touch_the_ceiling_by_scottjamesprebble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SfgsbeUacLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/FBndLVjvXxc/s320/Touch_the_ceiling_by_scottjamesprebble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330059009499754674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY IS OVER. WHOOP WHOOP! *Does the gay dance~~~*&lt;br /&gt;Today was wonderful. Why? Cause major memory storage history is OVER.&lt;br /&gt;English paper 1. I was so tired. Cuz i stayed up to mug. For history. Who studies like me? Last minute. And Z, i kowtow to you. You didn't even bloody study! wth.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, english was kind of okay. But the letter writing part was just screwed up. My brain needed sugar rush. But i didn't buy sweet. Which i REGRET LIKE MAD. I don't care! Tomorrow, MUST BUY SWEETS. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;After school, i missed 2 bus-.- the bus stop was filled with humans. And when i got onto the bus, i felt claustrophobic. People were closing in. That reminds me of what happened this morning. Some scary shit. I never wanna be put in that kind of dilemma ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Went home with XY and Min. Crapped on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home. Had Campbell soup. :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go library but failed due to fatigue. Ended up lazing on the couch like a flaccid potato. I'm so tired. but there's still SS to mug. That one, i've decided to go easy. Which is bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-3888005231532186994?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/3888005231532186994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=3888005231532186994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/3888005231532186994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/3888005231532186994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/touching-ceiling.html' title='TOUCHING THE CEILING!'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cadqUW8F6S8/SfgsbeUacLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/FBndLVjvXxc/s72-c/Touch_the_ceiling_by_scottjamesprebble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-1524318434108744206</id><published>2009-04-28T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:21:55.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOMING THUNDER.</title><content type='html'>Today was "CHOP CHOP CHOP!"&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;CHOPCHOPCHOP. Why? Because the lessons were filled and i hardly have time to breathe in fresh air like normal days. Blah, exams start tomorrow. Humanities and English. English, my favorite of all. Humanities. Min kept raving - "once humanities is over, we can have a mini celebration before going on to science." True,true.&lt;br /&gt;First lesson was chemistry. Mdm Yani had JUST finished the topics that were going to be test during the exams. Yeahyeah, i suck at chemistry. Which means i've to work extra hard. Hate those chemicals and how to memorize them. I got 18/25 for my test. -.- Can you feel the irony? And E5 had full passes. I'm like WOW. Major wow.&lt;br /&gt;Amaths. WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE BORDERLINE FAILS FOR MY AMATHS?! SCREW THOSE CARELESS MISTAKES. I AM GONNA BOIL MYSELF INSIDE A STEW IF I GO ON WITH THESE MISTAKES. People who hate me will go "YES. HAVE CARELESS MISTAKES. BOIL YOURSELF INSIDE A STEW AND DIE OF 100% BURNS. DIE DIE DIE. " But ah, who cares. I can't be bothered about how everyone feels or i'd be the one feeling bad. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Recess. Usuals.&lt;br /&gt;Physics. Mrs chan is a rather fascinating person. Her mood can swing like a pendulum. Left, she's angry. Right, she's laughing. Left,she gets angry again. Right, everything's back to normal. Is that good or is that bad? I suppose its kinda good. Cuz she hardly scolds me. Its usually tek that gets the blow.&lt;br /&gt;History. revision. It rained. Even though there were thunders and lightenings, i felt today was good. IT WAS COOLING. The rain in the morning was totally useless. It was frigging hot. My back was all wet. It was like some major detoxication. The thunder and lightenings had finally showed their prowess. Proving to the heat that they can do a million times better. I guess rains do have their pros and cons afterall.  I think i'm gonna fail history . Howhowhow?. I studied some just now. Gonna study more later. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Physics Remedial immediately after school. CHOPCHOPCHOP-ed. And we were under the attack of velocity, time, speed and graphs. All that accelerating and decelerating. But,siena just popped out like a guardian angel explaining to us how to recognise a increasing and decreasing graph. Actually, its quite easy. I talk too much in class. Must tone down in term 3. Mmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After physics remedial. had a burger. Then tek and jx asked me and min to go makan with them. I couldn't finish my meal-.- But the ribena was good though(:&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to the library to mug. As usual. Min didn't wanna go. Yeah. I managed to squeeze knowledge into my lagging brain. It lags pretty much these days. Some virus attack. Tessa should know the virus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-1524318434108744206?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/1524318434108744206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=1524318434108744206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1524318434108744206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1524318434108744206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/booming-thunder.html' title='BOOMING THUNDER.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-4111746779580497912</id><published>2009-04-27T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:47:29.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a nervous wreck.</title><content type='html'>School was good. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school with bird. Zach came along half way.&lt;br /&gt;The 2 of them are sweet people. But they are mushy. Somethings they say make my hair stand. SS. Got back the test. AND AND AND... I got 12/20. I EXPECTED MYSELF TO FAIL. Instead, the lady beside me failed-.-&lt;br /&gt;EMATHS. We spent the lesson repenting. And Filing. It was rather exciting.&lt;br /&gt;English. Mr gabriel shared a interesting story with the class. Which made us burst hysterical laughter. Oh, and he made me so embarrassed. Tessa, quit the thanks thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Recess. With usuals. LALALA.&lt;br /&gt;BIO. Another lesson of repenting. Oh, and leg training exercise.&lt;br /&gt;chinese. Slacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to Tm. For lunch. Wanted to eat sliced fish noodles.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks zachy for the recommendation. He is super funny. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly melted on the way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-4111746779580497912?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/4111746779580497912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=4111746779580497912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4111746779580497912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4111746779580497912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-nervous-wreck.html' title='I&apos;m a nervous wreck.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-1966114637040822730</id><published>2009-04-26T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:37:20.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I speak gibberish as of today.</title><content type='html'>Today was rather good. I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Church. Melly didn't come. I didn't see dany. AH, I need a hug from dany. HAHAHA. its been awhile since i saw the 2 of them. :(((&lt;br /&gt;We talked about premarital sex during cell today. Louis was losing himself big time. With all that weird giggles and rather unbelieving words. Yes. Well, he's a guy. I expected that out of him. I guess all those from BC who know him would totally agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;Then, after church. Went to Bedok Library. MUGGED. I studied. Really studied. I did 3 exam papers. Actually, 2. But it was E math paper 1 &amp;amp; 2. Hence...&lt;br /&gt;Zach was late. Very Very late. He was talking gibberish. and i picked it up. Bleah. See! Gibberish. Had fun. Laugh laugh laugh. Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;I gave myself an off-night today.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. THIS IS BAD? I'm addicted to Remembering Sunday! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting... REMEMBERING SUNDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/erspkBDsTm0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/erspkBDsTm0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes&lt;br /&gt;Started making his way past 2 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't been sober for days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaning now into the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees&lt;br /&gt;They had breakfast together&lt;br /&gt;But two eggs don't last&lt;br /&gt;Like the feeling of what he needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this place seems familiar to him&lt;br /&gt;She pulled on his hand with a devilish grin&lt;br /&gt;She led him upstairs, she led him upstairs&lt;br /&gt;Left him dying to get in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, I'm trying to find&lt;br /&gt;My calling, I'm calling at night&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to be a bother,&lt;br /&gt;But have you seen this girl?&lt;br /&gt;She's been running through my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And it's driving me crazy, it seems&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to ask her to marry me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though she doesn't believe in love,&lt;br /&gt;He's determined to call her bluff&lt;br /&gt;Who could deny these butterflies?&lt;br /&gt;They're filling his gut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces&lt;br /&gt;He pleads though he tries&lt;br /&gt;But he's only denied&lt;br /&gt;Now he's dying to get inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, I'm trying to find&lt;br /&gt;My calling, I'm calling at night&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to be a bother,&lt;br /&gt;But have you seen this girl?&lt;br /&gt;She's been running through my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And it's driving me crazy, it seems&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to ask her to marry me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors said she moved away&lt;br /&gt;Funny how it rained all day&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think much of it then&lt;br /&gt;But it's starting to all make sense&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds&lt;br /&gt;Are following me in my desperate endeavor&lt;br /&gt;To find my whoever, wherever she may be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Juliet Simms:]&lt;br /&gt;I'm not coming back (forgive me)&lt;br /&gt;I've done something so terrible&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified to speak (I'm not calling, I'm not calling)&lt;br /&gt;But you'd expect that from me&lt;br /&gt;I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt, now the rain is just (You're driving me crazy, I'm)&lt;br /&gt;Washing you out of my hair and out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Keeping an eye on the world,&lt;br /&gt;From so many thousands of feet off the ground, I'm over you now&lt;br /&gt;I'm at home in the clouds, and towering over your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Alex Gaskarth:]&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I'll go home now...&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go home now...&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go home now...&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-1966114637040822730?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/1966114637040822730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=1966114637040822730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1966114637040822730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1966114637040822730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-speak-gibberish-as-of-today.html' title='I speak gibberish as of today.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-439214531245522389</id><published>2009-04-25T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:17:51.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True beauty lies within the heart.</title><content type='html'>Pray for your enemy. That's what god says. I shall pray. No matter what happens. Yeah. He's one of the reliable ones.&lt;br /&gt;I thank him for the new friends I've made. And how he allowed me to see the ugly side of some people. Yes. Thank him. Life's going to go on no matter what. And i am highly anticipating for the bright future.&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets just start it from today:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, had some internal torments.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for min. She did make me chuckle abit. And not forgetting my entertainer ^^ (secret).&lt;br /&gt;slept late last night. Now i'm so tired. Amath tuition later.&lt;br /&gt;Prayed hard last night.&lt;br /&gt;had piano lessons.&lt;br /&gt;It was good. Very very good. Indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't control people from hating me. So i'll just pray for who comes along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-439214531245522389?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/439214531245522389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=439214531245522389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/439214531245522389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/439214531245522389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/true-beauty-lies-within-heart.html' title='True beauty lies within the heart.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-8559419251146957181</id><published>2009-04-24T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:33:01.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who could deny these butterflies? They're filling his gut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SfGVDJx_PGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/uyGsdoj9FMY/s1600-h/Photoshoot0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SfGVDJx_PGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/uyGsdoj9FMY/s320/Photoshoot0116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328203715553737826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little cousin. he looks cuter in real life. He's got a twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SfGVDIiaKAI/AAAAAAAAAXE/4W2W-P9HqFk/s1600-h/Photoshoot0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SfGVDIiaKAI/AAAAAAAAAXE/4W2W-P9HqFk/s320/Photoshoot0122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328203715219957762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa and Gracia. HAHAHA. We took it when we were really bored. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering sunday. my new addiction. Ah, i guess Fear of flying is next:D!&lt;br /&gt;Its music haven. Today was good. Really good. Mmm. I was happy today. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;The day started quite bad.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6.20am. I couldn't wash my hair. which irritated me abit.&lt;br /&gt;Then met bird at bedok. And zach came along too. Hahaha. crapped on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Went up to class. My stomach was feeling abit weird. Why? Cause we had to run the 2.4 today. And i was really worried about my timing. cuz the last time i got a frigging D. :'(&lt;br /&gt;Then PE. Argh... asked minmin to pull me along. At first she did. But after that she couldn't wait. So she went first. I RAN 2 ROUNDS WITH CONSISTENCY. I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF. I got the 20th position in class. improved by 1 position. 1 minute and 2 grades. HAHAHA! So... I got a B! Gogogo Gracia. I got a gold for my napfa:D! YAYAYAYAYAY! Cheers to the greatness. And the supports. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was relaxing. Cuz we were whining to the chinese teacher about how tired we were. So she decided to do something simple today.&lt;br /&gt;Had KWAY CHAP FOR RECESS TODAY. I was craving for kway chap. I didn't eat my breakfast before the run worrying i'd puke or smth. So,after the run i was hungry. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Amaths was fine. The start was a mental torture. Cuz we were really tired and stuff. but mr Ho just kept pushing on. So we were like. ARGH! But after awhile, it was fine. Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;Chem was a lullaby. I slept. The class was dim and cosy. For once the table felt good.&lt;br /&gt;Tessa was sleeping. So i dozed off soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school. Had KWAY CHAP. again. For lunch. Then had amath remedial. mental torture.&lt;br /&gt;Was dying to get home. ITS FINALLY A FRIDAY. But saturdays aren't good. They're scary. Filled with tuitions and lessons. And whatnot. I can't rest properly. Sundays are tiring. Due to the church committments. Well, everyday is tiring. Exams are coming. and i havent even started my revision. UGH! Thank god for everything. Especially his special blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rely alot on music nowadays. Is that good or not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-8559419251146957181?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/8559419251146957181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=8559419251146957181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/8559419251146957181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/8559419251146957181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-could-deny-these-butterflies-theyre.html' title='Who could deny these butterflies? They&apos;re filling his gut'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cadqUW8F6S8/SfGVDJx_PGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/uyGsdoj9FMY/s72-c/Photoshoot0116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-4134801796705393976</id><published>2009-04-23T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:46:36.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guinea pigs that eat grass.</title><content type='html'>I realized in this world, the only truthful one is Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fine. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Emath. Had a test. It was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;History. Finally a lesson without having to waste time.&lt;br /&gt;SS. What did we do? Reliability. And sorts. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;recess. With usuals. As usual-.- Then something happened. Derrick got punched by jon goh. -.- I guess tomorrow is he's death day. or something...&lt;br /&gt;Bio. we dealt with leaves. Happy or what?&lt;br /&gt;English. Quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. We got filmed? Embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back after school. For a nong nong time-.- crapped alot. with min. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;We watched simpsons. On a i pod-.-&lt;br /&gt;Guys are mostly jerks. Yeah. I got that point right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forensic workshop coming up. SO HAPPY~&lt;br /&gt;June is gonna be busy as.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-4134801796705393976?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/4134801796705393976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=4134801796705393976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4134801796705393976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4134801796705393976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/guinea-pigs-that-eat-grass.html' title='Guinea pigs that eat grass.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-9009068799969063195</id><published>2009-04-21T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:42:21.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'He will cover you with His feathers, And under His wings you will find refuge.' (Psalm 91:4)</title><content type='html'>He is my refuge. Yes. Its a definite YES. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;He's my remedy. He is Jesus. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;He's the MAN. I love him. Awesome god! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was okay. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;First period, chemistry. Redo all the sec 1 stuff ^^&lt;br /&gt;Amath. HARDCORE. But i understood it:D&lt;br /&gt;Recess. Usuals. Had a kit kat during recess today. A half melted one-.- Still eat-able. So yeah:D&lt;br /&gt;Physics. MRS CHAN IS BACK~ OH HOLY YAY. its good news. Awesome awesome good.&lt;br /&gt;history. Bad history lesson. BAD BAD BAD -____________- Tessa heard me curse and swear all that crap. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;After school,crapped with min min before napfa started.&lt;br /&gt;Napfa was GOOD. Now all i have to do is get my running up. And YESSA! But the run is the thing man. kills me!&lt;br /&gt;Went home with min after napfa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after putting down my school bag, i went to jog. LOL. Timing was dumb. Really really dumb. at this rate i'm going, i am going to die.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study but my brain is MALFUNCTIONING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like is mild. Love is passion. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-9009068799969063195?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/9009068799969063195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=9009068799969063195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/9009068799969063195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/9009068799969063195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-will-cover-you-with-his-feathers-and.html' title='&apos;He will cover you with His feathers, And under His wings you will find refuge.&apos; (Psalm 91:4)'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-5820296269932533016</id><published>2009-04-20T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:21:28.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God wants us to trust one another. But its proven to work otherwise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SewrrDUV53I/AAAAAAAAAW8/2nYnONz5_Zo/s1600-h/rica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SewrrDUV53I/AAAAAAAAAW8/2nYnONz5_Zo/s320/rica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326680477897451378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Credits: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;www.postsecret.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yesterday was amazingly pissing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Amazing part was really good. But the pissing part was crap. I felt like crushing some skulls and crying out super loud. Screaming to the sea. I just couldn't make it to the beach due to fatigue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Church was good. I suppose. During the sermon, something got me freaking pissed. Yeah, i  might be in the wrong. But i'm not totally at fault. Its my problem if i can't take jokes. But you should know sometimes especially when i'm in a bad mood, jokes don't work well. Especially jokes on ME. I've lost my cheery-ness. This is bad. I'm gonna just let nature take its own course. And probably die of a heart attack or artery outburst. I'm sorry for what i have done. And this friendship might be lost. But i'm truly sorry. I did that out of impulse? After all, there are somethings i can tell you but i can't tell others. Like secrets. So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Dad doesn't trust me. Okay. He got me all pissed last night. He said something which made me giggle though. my dad is a funny weird guy. he's like some mighty mask changer. 变脸. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Today. I was late for school. I broke my super clean record of not being late for 2 years. And today, i rushed like mad. Cuz the bus was super late. and Fadzly was on the bus with me. Hahaha. He was late too:D Many asked me " Why were you late today?" And i'm like "MY BUS. I MISSED MY FRIGGING BUS!" next question in my mind "Why does everyone know i'm late?" Hahaha. Its not a glory statement man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;lessons were okay(???). I question myself in class. "Why does biology make me feel like sleeping most of the time? why why why?" I guess its cuz the teacher produces potential sleeping gas or something. really bored and tired. YAWNS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Chinese was crappy:D Crapped with BFF. Yknow who BFF is? SHUYANG! LOL. hahaha. Totally crapped out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;After school, went to T1 to get presents. It was a ride up a mountain and my bag was as heavy as rocks. This is a good sign. i'm bringing home my books:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Bought presents. Then went home with Min.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Someone called me and until now i still have no idea who that person is. Wow. Fantastic? not at all. Scares me like half the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Dear Tessa, Don't be sad. really. its no point. And well, sometimes i don't really agree with what you do but, no matter what. Its not worth crying of...&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best to make you laugh. I'll even bring props. Don't ever shed a tear cuz of that. Its not worthy. Love is supposed (sherpose:DDD) to be happy &amp;amp; magical. Not teary and doubtful. So, put everything into the hands of our almighty god. He loves us. I love you. you are loved. All my friends are loved.&lt;br /&gt;So, YESH. Anything bad, just give me a ring. I'm always here for you. This is so cheesy. But, i like it ^^&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF! HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY. AND MANY MANY MORE TO COME. I GOT YOUR PRESENT! MINES COMING IN LIKE 7 MONTHS. LONG LONG WAY TO GO. SO YEAH. WE STILL HAVE 7 MONTHS TO DISCUSS ABOUT MY PRESENT! HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; (thick skin:D) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-5820296269932533016?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/5820296269932533016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=5820296269932533016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/5820296269932533016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/5820296269932533016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-wants-us-to-trust-one-another-but.html' title='God wants us to trust one another. But its proven to work otherwise.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cadqUW8F6S8/SewrrDUV53I/AAAAAAAAAW8/2nYnONz5_Zo/s72-c/rica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-1399723257139053276</id><published>2009-04-18T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:05:05.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you expect respect from me if i get non from you.</title><content type='html'>Today was not bad(?)&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9.30am. then went back to sleep. Woke up at 10.15 only to find out my mom and dad are not home. No one to fetch me to school-.- chionged like mad.&lt;br /&gt;Then at 11, tess called. "Where are you?!" I'm like. OH SHOOT. I'M LATE! Then, took a cab to school. Only to realize that we were supposed to gather at 11.45-.-&lt;br /&gt;sakeena was late. Super duper late. Got everyone pissed.&lt;br /&gt;On the way to woodgrove, crapped. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;The scrabble competition was okay lah. Won 1 round lost 2-.- I was never good at scrabble. The last team that played against us annoyed me to the max.&lt;br /&gt;There is such a thing called a SCRABBLE DICTIONARY. WOW. And they include the WEIRDEST WORDS. Like flyboy. Wth is flyboy.&lt;br /&gt;played consecutively for 3- 4 hours. Some major brain cell massacre. Ugh. Sec 1's can be a pest sometimes. With their high unhumourous jokes and simple vocab that offends people really easily. I guess if that guy was in damai, he'd be in some dipshit.&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the whole competition. We were sent back to school. Slept the whole time back. Went to makan with andreas, nazrul, eugene and tek. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Eugene said this super funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;First, let me describe eugene. Eugene is a short skinny guy. Who is botak. and looks like a monk.&lt;br /&gt;So during the scrabble competition, kevin sat beside him.&lt;br /&gt;kevin: *stares at eugene for awhile*&lt;br /&gt;eugene: *whats he staring at?*&lt;br /&gt;kevin: *puts down the tiles B O T A K. *&lt;br /&gt;Eugene: * Wtf*&lt;br /&gt;kevin: *puts down the tiles M O N K.*&lt;br /&gt;Eugene: *wtf?!*&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: *Smiles at eugene* " I looked at you for inspiration."&lt;br /&gt;Eugene: %$&amp;amp;#$^&amp;amp;%^.&lt;br /&gt;Woah, when he told us that. I laughed like crap. some funny shit. Eugene is the source of inspiration. Then we gossiped. As usual. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;then bused home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-1399723257139053276?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/1399723257139053276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=1399723257139053276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1399723257139053276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1399723257139053276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-you-expect-respect-from-me-if-i.html' title='Don&apos;t you expect respect from me if i get non from you.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-4191680684765462774</id><published>2009-04-17T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:29:12.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to take a chill pill man.</title><content type='html'>How smart could a person get if he can't even tell a difference between a human and an animal?&lt;br /&gt;One explanation. He's the stupidest thing the human race had ever had. This is not for you darryl. its for the 2 other blind ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i feel really tired of having to entertain these jerks as if i owed it to them. I did nothing man.&lt;br /&gt;First the comp, now... YOU. Not once, not twice, but countless times. I just let it down. Can't you just give in to me once in a while. when i'm in a bad mood. Make me feel better? You just have to make me pissed. Since sec 1. Seriously tired of your nonsense whatsoever. You started it. But you won't ever be responsible enough to end it. I've got nothing to say to you but to beg you to quit disturbing me. I'm serious about the jokes. They aren't funny. Not a single bit. And if this keeps going on, that's it. CREDITS TO DARRYL ABOUT THE COW WHATSOEVER. He feels honored to be on my blog. Wow. Hi Darryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DARRYL CHIN YI WEN. FINAL WARNING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not bad. ran 2.4. I PASSED. lol. BAD GRADE THOUGH. I'm gonna run again next week. Hopefully a better timing man.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was slack. The teacher didn't have much things to do with us. So, we had early recess.&lt;br /&gt;Recess was funny. Joked alot.&lt;br /&gt;Amath. My energy got sucked out by the run. my eyes were closing. But my brain kept sending messages like "DON'T SLEEP!" or " PAY ATTENTION!". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry. Had a test. Well, it was not bad ^^. Had some fun.&lt;br /&gt;After school, went straight home. Had lunch. Took a short nap. Bathed. Changed. Went out. Tampines mall. Its a wonder i havent got sick of that place. Watched 17 again. it was funny. Seriously funny.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Yoshinoya for dinner:D&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, went to Tampines 1. Roaming a shopping mall with yilin and liting could get funny sometimes. Went home shortly after. On the way home, I received a text. Zach might join me for the 30 hour famine:D LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-4191680684765462774?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/4191680684765462774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=4191680684765462774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4191680684765462774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4191680684765462774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-to-take-chill-pill-man.html' title='I need to take a chill pill man.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-9122054210838677965</id><published>2009-04-16T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:28:40.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness coming in packaged size.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Bio test. YAYNESS. EXCITED TO THE MAX. I DIDN'T SCREW IT UP~~~~~~~~~~ WOOHOO. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I AM.&lt;br /&gt;What else happened yesterday... Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Laughed like mad with the back class people. YO mama joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YO MAMA SO OLD, SHE KNEW BURGER KING WHEN HE WAS STILL A PRINCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good too.&lt;br /&gt;SS TEST. Bound to fail.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese oral was KICK ASS AWESOME~  Don't ask me why. It was just great. fantabulous. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4km run tomo. I guess i'm gonna get super exhausted or smth. Haiz... Screw this heart thingy. I hope tmr i can do well. and get gold again this year. LOL. hard but, i'll try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-9122054210838677965?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/9122054210838677965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=9122054210838677965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/9122054210838677965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/9122054210838677965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/happiness-coming-in-packaged-size.html' title='Happiness coming in packaged size.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-7804424609639904258</id><published>2009-04-14T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:24:52.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I studied today. Isn't that miraculous?</title><content type='html'>I studied today. GOGOGO! Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;today was rather interesting. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Tessa wasn't in class. So yeah. Life went on.&lt;br /&gt;First period, Chem. I'm fine. Covalent bonds. they can't do shit to me:D&lt;br /&gt;Amath. HARDCORE. felt like sleeping. my teeth was hurting. I still my very best to control.&lt;br /&gt;Recess. Went with adeline and min. I couldn't even eat an egg properly. In the end, REMOVED THE RUBBER BAND. gawd! RELIEVE. I felt a hell lot better!&lt;br /&gt;Physics. JOKED WITH ALL THAT GAY SHIT SITTING AT THE BACK. Jiaxuan came to the back to sit as well. I can't believe Guanwen and gang made a theme song out of the cadbury chocolate advert. I failed physics(: expected.&lt;br /&gt;Then history. Got back our test. L4/10. I thought i got 4/10. My heart nearly came out of my mouth. But i got 10 marks:D YAY!&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to library to study. Then Zachy came. Haha. Talked a long long time. Then went home. the bus was fast.&lt;br /&gt;Biology test tmr. Yayness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-7804424609639904258?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/7804424609639904258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=7804424609639904258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7804424609639904258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7804424609639904258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-studied-today-isnt-that-miraculous.html' title='I studied today. Isn&apos;t that miraculous?'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-6673194947021656055</id><published>2009-04-13T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:35:05.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grasping for sanity.</title><content type='html'>Hey. didn't blog yesterday due to the TV shows and other more heavily prioritized activities.&lt;br /&gt;Easter sunday:D&lt;br /&gt;Played for church service yesterday. overall rating... not bad. screwed up during the baptism though. After church, walked home with melly. Then went home. Tried to study but ended up sleeping. i texted Zach before i fell asleep. And he replied the moment i woke up. Which was an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;At night, had chinese food. Some fried noodle of some sort. The DEVIL WEARS PRADA. zomg. Awesome show. watch it lots of times but i never got sick of it. Why? Well, some shows deserve re watching many times. Hahaha. Even mama likes that show. She was the one who wanted to watch that show so much cuz daddy threw away the DVD. which made her pissed. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;After the show, studied SS. LOL. It isn't even counted as studying. I've been slacking way too much. Study study study Gracia. GOGOGO! ~~~&lt;br /&gt;Then slept.&lt;br /&gt;Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Had an awesome news to start the day.&lt;br /&gt;During assembly, miss jumi told us that the test was postponed. Tessa clapped me on my shoulders with her metal thin weapon. Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;SS. Slacked. We did compare and contrast. Mmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Emath. Mdm nura taught us on TAXATION. it was confusing but i understood it afterall.&lt;br /&gt;English. MR GABRIEL CAME! YAY. He's leaving soon. Yeah. Sad case. Major.&lt;br /&gt;Recess. usuals. whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;Biology. Mrs lee is on leave for her maternity leave(???) It apparently seems so. Miss D's lesson is causing some major upheaval around the class. She wore this interesting flowery head assessory. Tessa said her head 开花. had some laugh relapse. During the relapse, i said this "Get a grip of yourself gracia! " and everyone stared at me. Haikal even said " WAS SHE TALKING TO HERSELF?!" I lose my senses when i sit next to Tessa.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. Slacked with SY. Barry told us some interesting^^ stuff that happened during Bio. Hahahaha. Laughed like siao.&lt;br /&gt;after school, went to lunch with Jx, tek, donnie and pinky. Then went to Popular. and Tampines 1. I was AWED at the shops and whatnot. THEY'VE GOT FROLICK. AND MANYMANYMANY MORE OF MY FAVOURITE SHOPS. Z O M G. I should go explore that place someday. perhaps during the holidays...&lt;br /&gt;went to dental earlier than appointed time. I have this rubberband retaining my mouth from opening wide. I cannot laugh properly now. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama so old, she farts dust. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;Dance SYF people, GOOD LUCK FOR SYF. TESSA, GRACIA LOVES YOU. YOU KNOW IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-6673194947021656055?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/6673194947021656055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=6673194947021656055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/6673194947021656055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/6673194947021656055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/grasping-for-sanity.html' title='Grasping for sanity.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-4491770517061541734</id><published>2009-04-10T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:08:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're all that i need.</title><content type='html'>My plans were ruined by dad's unfathomable mood. one minute he can be talking in peace mode with you, a second later he gets all worked up. I guess mom's all pissed with all the rackets going on at home. Me quarreling with gabby/ Dad's mood swing and squabbling with me. I'm pissed too. i need cooling tea. i need to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friday is gonna be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is gonna be HARDCORE AMATHS DAY. Plus family bbq:D Perhaps catch a movie or something after tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is Zachy day. HAHAHA. Inside joke. its Easter. I want kinderjoy. Kinder surprise is good too. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday i've got dental. Tuesday is starbucks. I've gotta fix a date with wz quick:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-4491770517061541734?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/4491770517061541734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=4491770517061541734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4491770517061541734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4491770517061541734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-all-that-i-need.html' title='You&apos;re all that i need.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-3106126774956655504</id><published>2009-04-09T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:15:54.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC is the best ear candy ever. It sounds even better than the phrase 'I love you'.</title><content type='html'>I guess its over. End of it. but it's also a new beginning. Go Gracia! grandpa Zach would say that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days were pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. had awesome news and had bad news. Lol. i did well and i did bad. Went for piano lesson. YAY! FINALLY GOT NEW SONGS AND NEW BOOKS. SUPER UBER HAPPY. Then rushed to parkway to get my IC photo taken. Well, its definitely a million times better than the ones taken in school. Then had a nong nong talk with grandpa Z. Mugged abit for history too:D&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;My phone was being dumb:'( Everyone messaged me stuff but i failed to get it. it must have been burnt after talking for 1 hour and a couple of minutes. my phone's brain is coinked. its only 1 year. I have to live with it. But i'm happy enough to have Darch. Hopefully darch's family, the iphone would be mine too. Hahaha. I won't leave Darch alone. No worries. He's far too precious. I feel like putting crystals on him. makes him more outstanding. Hmm... when i find cheaper crystals,i'll dress him up. hahaha. LOL. The word cheaper is wrong. very. My financial status isn't exactly good. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i didn't see what grandpa Z messaged me last night. Or i'll have him killed this morning. That gay. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;School's fine. tiring. had history test. my hand muscle hurts like crap. plus playing the piano like a machine gun adds on. but i just love it. Hahaha. it kinda feels awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Bought Kinder Joy. Oh, it adds on to the greatness of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for Z's reply. He didn't reply until at night when adeline asked me if i saw her message. Only then did i realize my phone coinked out. Then had couple of unread messages. LOL. Since last night. After the super long call. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is good friday. Donovan needs extra knowledge on the bible. I'll give him a bible for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;God died on the cross for us. three days later, he rose back. One word AWESOME. ilovehim. spread the LOVE~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-3106126774956655504?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/3106126774956655504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=3106126774956655504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/3106126774956655504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/3106126774956655504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/music-is-best-ear-candy-ever-it-sounds.html' title='MUSIC is the best ear candy ever. It sounds even better than the phrase &apos;I love you&apos;.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-7762665092889216098</id><published>2009-04-07T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:58:19.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a happy girl.</title><content type='html'>I've got  really petty brother. I hope he grows up soon and goes to army so that the peace at home will be stable. Selfish and petty. its really torturing to have him at home. Anyways, he's gonna return to school next monday. So i'm gonna enjoy peace and serenity at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay.&lt;br /&gt;tessa was mad. As always. Hahaha. i'm the punching bag. She's the tickling leaf. BAH...&lt;br /&gt;netball was fine too. I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna starbucks with ZACH to mug and with wz to the airport to mug.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-7762665092889216098?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/7762665092889216098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=7762665092889216098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7762665092889216098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7762665092889216098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-happy-girl.html' title='I&apos;m a happy girl.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-2596700229076529999</id><published>2009-04-06T18:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:39:42.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Socking you in the (0)/\(0)</title><content type='html'>Ugh. Sock you in the face and wherever pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SdnYOh0-tZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/FYuzV4mxbU0/s1600-h/Adding+to+the+wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SdnYOh0-tZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/FYuzV4mxbU0/s320/Adding+to+the+wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321522178825303442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was pretty fine. Tessa,cheer ups. shopping sometime soon alright!&lt;br /&gt;Felt sick. I told you something was still wrong with me. I'm still sick.&lt;br /&gt;Well, something did cheer me up during recess. The poking session of ZACH!:D He's gonna wear a helmet tmr ^^ (hi zachy! if you're reading:D)&lt;br /&gt;Skipped trng due to all that faintiness. Class was pretty much of entertainment with tessa today. Went home with min. Fainted on the sofa upon reaching home. Woke up at 5 plus. When my petulant brother started saying "NO.NO NONONO." to me using the comp. He had to let me use it. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;See! he's back. there's no peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-2596700229076529999?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/2596700229076529999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=2596700229076529999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2596700229076529999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2596700229076529999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/socking-you-in-00.html' title='Socking you in the (0)/\(0)'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cadqUW8F6S8/SdnYOh0-tZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/FYuzV4mxbU0/s72-c/Adding+to+the+wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-26510517407869913</id><published>2009-04-05T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:17:19.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SdhnKXWYLLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Z1Tgx8IrV8c/s1600-h/Showing+4+outcomes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 566px; height: 389px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SdhnKXWYLLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Z1Tgx8IrV8c/s320/Showing+4+outcomes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321116387502468274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some seriously funny shit by darryl. If you're a 2e3'08 dude or dudette, you guys should know about chee ann! and all that jokes and whatnot. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;Watched the Ring 2 last night. Wonder i didn't scream my ass of the couch. Nicholas was a wuss. Called him to watch. And he said NO. And he gave me the excuse "I'm so tired. I wanna sleep. Besides, its all pitch dark at home with no lights on and everyone asleep. So, i'd give it a miss. Lol." Watched this show before. the four legged creature climbing up the well. I believe the netballers who went for the 2007 camp would remember all that screams and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at bout 10(?). Lazed on the bed for about half an hour before i decided to wash up. Then had breakfast and watched this show. About martial arts. pretty interesting. I still wanna watch IP MUN. its nice:D&lt;br /&gt;then used the comp for a short while and off to church. It was raining like crap. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Usual church stuff. Then walked home with Melly. Wanted to buy kinderjoy. But there wasn't any kinderjoy so i bought Kitkat instead.&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Brother ain't home to snatch the internet with me:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-26510517407869913?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/26510517407869913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=26510517407869913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/26510517407869913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/26510517407869913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-seriously-funny-shit-by-darryl.html' title=''/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cadqUW8F6S8/SdhnKXWYLLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Z1Tgx8IrV8c/s72-c/Showing+4+outcomes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-1098624650936646139</id><published>2009-04-04T17:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:50:30.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chilling out with coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sdcqta-ghmI/AAAAAAAAAWk/B6-TedpYfp0/s1600-h/Relaxed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sdcqta-ghmI/AAAAAAAAAWk/B6-TedpYfp0/s320/Relaxed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320768444585510498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need time. I want to starbucks with wz,gilda,nigel and darryl again :(&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks! I want!&lt;br /&gt;Today was boring. but... I MANAGED TO FINISH MY AMATHS HW. And what not.&lt;br /&gt;Had tuition. Got church later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-1098624650936646139?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/1098624650936646139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=1098624650936646139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1098624650936646139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1098624650936646139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/chilling-out-with-coffee.html' title='chilling out with coffee'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sdcqta-ghmI/AAAAAAAAAWk/B6-TedpYfp0/s72-c/Relaxed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-6844515426448608460</id><published>2009-04-03T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:45:31.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoghurt smoothie and italian soda FTW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SdXW1i1oizI/AAAAAAAAAWc/yX8cGXKtcio/s1600-h/After+the+rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SdXW1i1oizI/AAAAAAAAAWc/yX8cGXKtcio/s320/After+the+rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320394750181280562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm fine now. was pretty sad last night. And sick-.- Darryl and nigel were competing who could make me laugh first-.-&lt;br /&gt;Well, i gave school a miss today.&lt;br /&gt;Reason being:&lt;br /&gt;1) I was super uber tired this morning. Last night i slept at 10 plus.&lt;br /&gt;2) I felt sick.&lt;br /&gt;3) Once i thought of PE, i fainted on my bed :)&lt;br /&gt;4) I wanted another day off. HEHEHE!&lt;br /&gt;For once, its aaron's turn to call me to ask where are you. Cuz normally, i'm the one making that call. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10 plus. AWESOME! it feels great.&lt;br /&gt;then watched criminal minds. and had breaky.&lt;br /&gt;Rest. and had lunch not long later but didn't have much. My appetite is getting bad these days. I hardly touch dinner.&lt;br /&gt;then kindaichi-ed. I better buy Yahui laoshi's birthday present soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;Today i felt much better. Gods' words just give me all the strength that i need. You rock man. D, N thanks for the talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-6844515426448608460?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/6844515426448608460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=6844515426448608460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/6844515426448608460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/6844515426448608460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/yoghurt-smoothie-and-italian-soda-ftw.html' title='Yoghurt smoothie and italian soda FTW!'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cadqUW8F6S8/SdXW1i1oizI/AAAAAAAAAWc/yX8cGXKtcio/s72-c/After+the+rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-7998330318673011113</id><published>2009-04-02T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:18:07.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid computer deserves to be thrown into a dump.</title><content type='html'>my stupid computer has been LAGGING FOR HALF AN HOUR. AND ITS SO LAGGING. THE MSN CAN'T EVEN START! WHAT THE F IS WRONG WITH THIS COMPUTER.&lt;br /&gt;Screw it. I really want to crush it. But if i do so, i will need a new computer. Which my dad would be RELUCTANT TO BUY.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the computer screen and it GAVE ME HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports day.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked around with siena,yilin, sukanya, jiaxin and Gilda.&lt;br /&gt;After sports day, went to TM with siena min and Darrell. Then Siena left. And we went to mac. No place-.- Saw Dianah(?) and her friend. So sat down with them. Then Kim Siew, Xiangyue and Yuhui came. We went to get the movie tix. They wanted to watch the confessions of a shopaholic. So watched with them. Second time watching. it was not bad. Kim Siew laughed so 'weirdly' i thought she was crying.&lt;br /&gt;Then mrt-ed home with kimsiew and minmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories come rushing back upon stepping into the hangout land. thing have really changed. No matter how much i missed the past, i doubt it'll be able to come back:'(&lt;br /&gt;This really pains me. N, you're still in Sg. But you don't contact us anymore. Hurts pretty much. D's gone. For real. He won't be back in awhile. This period of time will be filled with emotions and whatnots. I really miss the past. May time allow the pain to get numb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-7998330318673011113?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/7998330318673011113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=7998330318673011113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7998330318673011113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7998330318673011113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupid-computer-deserves-to-be-thrown.html' title='Stupid computer deserves to be thrown into a dump.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-8299646834232914718</id><published>2009-04-01T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:21:47.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY APRIL FOOLS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SdMvDGvbguI/AAAAAAAAAWU/St6c73nZcs0/s1600-h/Dead+teddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SdMvDGvbguI/AAAAAAAAAWU/St6c73nZcs0/s320/Dead+teddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319647315250348770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I'm recovering from all that previous drama. Though some wounds can't heal that easily. But man! its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;APRIL FOOL'S DAY BABY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;had a great day.&lt;br /&gt;But i bet Donald had one of the worst days of his life.&lt;br /&gt;I was on ecstasy today. &lt;br /&gt;Well, first lesson was English. Had this speech thingy. My group won~ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Just Got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PWNED&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA! Inside joke. if minmin's reading this, i guess her facial expression would be (O)______(o)|||&lt;br /&gt;Then after english. Emath. we're learning new stuff~&lt;br /&gt;Bio. We planned to pretend to fall asleep or smth. But failed in the end. ARA WAS THE FRIGGING SPOILER.&lt;br /&gt;Recess. Played the grand piano.&lt;br /&gt;Physics. my attention was halved.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. had this test on cheng yu or smth like that. After test, teacher started talking about Shanghai for lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Assembly. I slept. but, CONGRATS TO BEATSTYLEZ CREW FOR WINNING THE OVERALL. And  AARON AND PAKTENG FOR WINNING THE BAND CATEGORY!(:&lt;br /&gt;After Assembly, went to harass zac! He got poked. TWICE! :D&lt;br /&gt;then went home with minmin and bought bbt.&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home, some anonymous messaged me. Claiming to be my worst nightmare. And i guessed he was zac. BLAH. Bulls eye. That gay boy. I thought it was some crazy ass person. But i guess he's one of the only people i know who're that gayyyyy and crazy. Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-8299646834232914718?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/8299646834232914718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=8299646834232914718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/8299646834232914718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/8299646834232914718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-april-fools.html' title='HAPPY APRIL FOOLS!'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cadqUW8F6S8/SdMvDGvbguI/AAAAAAAAAWU/St6c73nZcs0/s72-c/Dead+teddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-2897666518400340169</id><published>2009-03-31T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:05:24.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making my way to the finishing line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SdHvxkpnplI/AAAAAAAAAWE/IJShZujQ5QM/s1600-h/Walked+All+Morning+Because+Life+Is+Yours+Alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SdHvxkpnplI/AAAAAAAAAWE/IJShZujQ5QM/s320/Walked+All+Morning+Because+Life+Is+Yours+Alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319296269832136274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pretty sucky these few days. With all that stupid drama turmoil. Well, i've decided to leave it aside. Whats done is done. I can't possibly turn time back. Or sew up others mouth to forbid them to spout out secrets whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad God has never forsaken me during this period of time. He's been there all along. Silent supporter. He loves me and you. That's what weizhen ALWAYS says:D&lt;br /&gt;Sitting beside Tessa has made me crazier and wackier. With Dono, Tek, Derrick, Gw, James, Ara.&lt;br /&gt;Its just some people that are pretty much out to make me feel guilty and stuff. FYI, I'm not anymore. And i doubt i ever will be. If you say to yourself " Oh, i've finally seen Gracia's true face". FACE IT. Thats life. Nobody is perfect. I've got flaws. Many of them. But i've decided never to let myself get into stupid turmoils like this. And i'd never stick my leg into other peoples' crush whatsoever. Its just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, the truth hurts no matter what. So don't cry and be a wussy. You'll just let others look down on you or even girls will look down on you. The size doesn't matter. What matters is whats inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was a bit crazy today. Tessa was crazy over the chips ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes. I WANT YOU BACK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-2897666518400340169?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/2897666518400340169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=2897666518400340169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2897666518400340169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2897666518400340169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/making-my-way-to-finishing-line.html' title='Making my way to the finishing line'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cadqUW8F6S8/SdHvxkpnplI/AAAAAAAAAWE/IJShZujQ5QM/s72-c/Walked+All+Morning+Because+Life+Is+Yours+Alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-4149477795918400554</id><published>2009-03-30T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:59:55.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tipsy to the max.</title><content type='html'>I would give today a pass.&lt;br /&gt;School was bad. AS USUAL.&lt;br /&gt;Got pretty pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;after school. had oral. Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then was sick. so went home.&lt;br /&gt;talked to chinny. -.-&lt;br /&gt;we dug out alot of old memories. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;All that funny phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tempted to do smth on APRIL FOOLS DAY. which is just 1 more day to go.&lt;br /&gt;My uncle just passed away.&lt;br /&gt;He's with god right now.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-4149477795918400554?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/4149477795918400554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=4149477795918400554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4149477795918400554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4149477795918400554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/tipsy-to-max.html' title='Tipsy to the max.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-7439331581873833561</id><published>2009-03-29T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:56:31.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. Fine. Don't trust me. Trust a stupid slut.&lt;br /&gt;I told it to the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, don't ever tell me a single secret. cuz the whole world would know.&lt;br /&gt;And to that slut: what do you even know? Nothing. Just the qualities it takes to be a slut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-7439331581873833561?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/7439331581873833561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=7439331581873833561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7439331581873833561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7439331581873833561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-jonathan-goh-is-trying-to-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-2005095666179716765</id><published>2009-03-29T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:40:22.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love me,hate me. Say what you want about me!</title><content type='html'>Lalala.&lt;br /&gt;SAW DANY AND MELLY TODAY. Oh, i'm so happy yappy!:D&lt;br /&gt;They make me happy. So happy:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, tears just fall unknowingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-2005095666179716765?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/2005095666179716765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=2005095666179716765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2005095666179716765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2005095666179716765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-mehate-me-say-what-you-want-about.html' title='Love me,hate me. Say what you want about me!'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-437337832323275327</id><published>2009-03-28T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:27:16.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Infrared scope of pointlessness.</title><content type='html'>Flag day! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;it was funfunfun! For my troupe of musketeers. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6 plus. But was too tired. So gave the mac date a skip and took mrt with min close to 8 instead.&lt;br /&gt;Then gathered at pasir ris MRT to collect our 'money bags' or rather donation bags. We thought they would be tins. But they were not. Anyways, set off with people. People : Jon Goh, Min, Darrell, Faizah , Fahfah.&lt;br /&gt;Then we took an mrt to somerset. From somerset we split up into 2 groups. Faizah and darrell were with me. jon goh took the rest of them to the other side of orchard road. LOL. At first, we had many rejections. So, we changed our "area". We went to Raffles Place. Around Daddy's working place. The people there were SO GENEROUS. Construction workers are kind. I just found out. I've been using them as jokes last time. I won't do that anymore in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we walked to Esplanade. good rebates too. then back again. We laughed and joked alot.&lt;br /&gt;After we returned the donation bags,min and I went to TM long John for lunch. Then after min left, liting came. Then yilin. Then we watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Confessions Of A Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;. It was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;You speak Gucci? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Then had dinner at MOS burger. I'm never eating MOS burger anymore. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;After that, went home. WX told me Earth Hour was boring so i didn't go. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-437337832323275327?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/437337832323275327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=437337832323275327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/437337832323275327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/437337832323275327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/infrared-scope-of-pointlessness.html' title='The Infrared scope of pointlessness.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-427332532116879242</id><published>2009-03-27T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:05:44.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shouldn't have placed trust in you.</title><content type='html'>Yes. I mistrusted someone. again. Causing in some minor conflicts. And i lost anothers trust.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned.&lt;br /&gt;My life is pretty screwed at a time like this. I should mug like hell. Get awesome results during mid year. So mummy will be happy. I will be happy. And everything will fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;School was fine.&lt;br /&gt;PE. Wasn't exactly feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. Went to the com lab. it was freezing. we were sweaty and the room was air conditioned.&lt;br /&gt;Recess. With usuals.&lt;br /&gt;Amath. Mr ho wasn't exactly in the best of moods. He was pissed with our homework. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry. Fine. All sec 1/2 work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN'T SLEEP DURING LESSON TODAY! CHEERS GRACIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went home. Then had lunch. And watched Criminal minds. Woohoo, ITS DAMN EXCITING. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then took a short nap. After napping, took a bath. Then left for piano.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson was hot and cold-.-&lt;br /&gt;Took bus 15 home. Saw Weixun on the bus. HE WOKE UP AT 4'O'CLOCK. He was trying to make me jealous. Lol. I can't believe he managed to persuade gabby to go for earth hour tomorrow. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-427332532116879242?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/427332532116879242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=427332532116879242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/427332532116879242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/427332532116879242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-shouldnt-have-placed-trust-in-you.html' title='I shouldn&apos;t have placed trust in you.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-1553801151353877657</id><published>2009-03-26T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:12:23.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No sense of belonging.</title><content type='html'>Standing within the superficial crowd, i feel empty. I feel like escaping town. And just find a small place to settle down. perhaps not get married. Perhaps just sitting around in a beach. Finding the silence from within. Seeping a cup of coffee/tea. Admiring God's creation.&lt;br /&gt;Friends maybe all around me. But those who really care? I guess its hard to find. All of a sudden, i feel like crying to melly or dany or liping or my cousins. They understand me. Melly and dany have been since young. They make my presence felt.&lt;br /&gt;In an association, i feel invisible. No one actually makes me feel part of it. I just feel like digging a hole. And just stay there.&lt;br /&gt;Some people just treat me like i'm invisible. When i talk, they don't reply me. Or when i ask them things, i don't get any reply. Hostile. It feels as if my presence is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;In a class of multiple, i can't see many who truely care. Asking why ain't helping. Some are just there. I can't possibly turn to them. I don't know who to trust. There are some i trust. But sometimes, things just don't get through. perhaps talking to my church mates will make me feel better. But i feel heavily burdened in church due to the serving. I'm always worried. My parents are always around me. I don't feel free. I feel locked. In a time capsule. Time seems to pass very slowly. looking at the clock makes me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;Its too early to fly away from my cage. But i'm dying to. The grass is always greener on the other side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;People come and go. I hate dragging on. Its hard. But i'll push on. With god's help, i believe i can do it. Only God makes me feel wanted.&lt;br /&gt;During school, people hover around me. But at the end of the day, i feel lonely. hardly anyone to turn to. Some make me feel used.&lt;br /&gt;Within the family, i can't tell anyone. Maybe mom. But she can't be there all the time. My brother would only scold me for being stupid. he never makes me feel loved or cherished. All he makes me feel is stupid, unwanted and hated for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really no point showing last minute concerns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-1553801151353877657?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/1553801151353877657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=1553801151353877657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1553801151353877657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1553801151353877657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-sense-of-belonging.html' title='No sense of belonging.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-3759553866618413640</id><published>2009-03-25T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:42:44.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always look on the bright side of life!</title><content type='html'>i guess thats it. I feel like something heavy just dropped. Not exactly relieved. But just feel lighter. Burden-wise.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school was boring today. But i managed to stay awake until chinese.&lt;br /&gt;English. Speech. It was good. I regret not reading out the whole passage.&lt;br /&gt;Emath. -.-&lt;br /&gt;bio. Busy copying notes.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm sitting behind Tek and Dono. And beside Tessa. Dono and tek are always on the look for chocolates. hahaha. And they've got gigantic heads. Fadzly too. And his grassy hair. Blocks my view. But, i'll live with it:D&lt;br /&gt;Recess. Tenser then usual.&lt;br /&gt;Physics. The whole class got scolded by mrs chan. For the overdue holiday assignments and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. I got drugged by the physics theories. I had great inertia from waking up. I wanna sleep lah~~~ But woke up in the end. Did some exercises.&lt;br /&gt;Assembly. TALENTIME! Good job Aaron,pt and zul!:D This years one was okay. I still remember the one when i was in sec 1. It totally sucked-.-&lt;br /&gt;Then went straight home. Stupid broadband. I promise you, when i get the new one, i am so gonna throw you one the ground and step on you until you crack into bits of pieces. And i'll throw you inside the black container filled with cockroaches climbing all over you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. AGAIN. I need some good sleep man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-3759553866618413640?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/3759553866618413640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=3759553866618413640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/3759553866618413640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/3759553866618413640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/always-look-on-bright-side-of-life.html' title='Always look on the bright side of life!'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-8537620267005870178</id><published>2009-03-24T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:30:11.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Benzendrine.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted to disappear? Or rather, find a quiet place on this earth and just lie there and admire the beauty of nature? I wish too. I miss the shiny bright stars in australia.&lt;br /&gt;School was as boring as usual.&lt;br /&gt;I made an effort to stay awake for chem , Amath and physics. I knocked out during history. It was total boredom. The last part was better though. We watched this funny video. On Rasputin (: RA RA RASPUTIN! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;After that, had trng. But didn't train. Bad headache-.-&lt;br /&gt;Came home. Had dinner. And slept a short while. super tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-8537620267005870178?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/8537620267005870178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=8537620267005870178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/8537620267005870178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/8537620267005870178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-benzendrine.html' title='Mr Benzendrine.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-2453989380150647162</id><published>2009-03-23T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:26:16.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As april fool comes crawling quietly, i'm all prepared to face it.</title><content type='html'>Jeez. What a day.&lt;br /&gt;Life as a student can't get any better than a 9-5 worker.&lt;br /&gt;The only difference is that they sit in air conditioned rooms and we sit under fans. listening to teachers preaching the knowledge within that thick paper filled thing. And it sounded just like a lullaby. We gradually slip into our beauty sleep. Well, beauty indeed. The silence got broken by the spinning of the ceiling fans.&lt;br /&gt;I think air cons' aren't exactly quiet. Hmm... The sleeping beauty and beaus finally awake. In a groggy state. And all they're thinking of is their beauty beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I admit. I'm one of them. Well, you can't expect bio to be exciting all the time.&lt;br /&gt;All it took me was 1 week of holiday. You can't expect a student to be all perky on the first day of school. perhaps some. But i'm quite sure that people in class were either drugged or coaxed into sleeping. Coaxed by the brain. "let me rest! let me rest!" i can feel my brain telling me that. Coaxed by the heavy heavy eyelids. And 'voila!' It works just like hypnotism.&lt;br /&gt;Next time, i'll bring an inflatable pillow to class. Hahahaha. Just joking. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Changed seats with Haikal. And i'm sitting with Tessa now.&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm officially the back of the class crew! Hahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;Bio was like a lullaby. Seriously. Tessa was in her beauty sleep. Some of the guys were just restless. Ara was just lying there. Like a dead log. Hahaha! Racism.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, didn't go for trng today. Had A/E maths tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel queasy. Very very queasy. I feel like dinner's coming out anytime. The TV programme i watched yesterday was just SICK. Bleeeaaahkkkksssss.&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;anyway, off the edit my speech. -.- the imperfections.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-2453989380150647162?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/2453989380150647162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=2453989380150647162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2453989380150647162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2453989380150647162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-april-fool-comes-crawling-quietly-im.html' title='As april fool comes crawling quietly, i&apos;m all prepared to face it.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-2440210910421595290</id><published>2009-03-22T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:15:06.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exceeding intake of M&amp;Ns=Swollen throat</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick. I got a stupid swollen throat.&lt;br /&gt;Going to church later. So, BYE~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-2440210910421595290?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/2440210910421595290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=2440210910421595290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2440210910421595290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2440210910421595290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/exceeding-intake-of-m-throat.html' title='Exceeding intake of M&amp;Ns=Swollen throat'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-7025859602917010991</id><published>2009-03-21T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:20:20.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds that look like yummy cotton candy &amp; a awesome horizon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6 plus. Quickly packed my holiday assignments into my hand carrier bag.&lt;br /&gt;Had instant noodles for breakfast. Then we left for the Airport.&lt;br /&gt;We were late. We were nearly the last to check in and sorts. Cuz dad said "Why the rush?" This is what happens when you take your own sweet time.&lt;br /&gt;on the plane, watched Twilight. Omg. Upset. So short. Aish.&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching Thailand. we first went to the service apartment. Ascott service apartment. Sathorn.&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, the air there was bad as. We took a short rest. And set off to our first shopping location. Trinity mall. lai lai sat.&lt;br /&gt;not much rebates from the long walking. only a esprit skirt:(&lt;br /&gt;After that maniacal walking, we had something good. MASSAGE! it was great stuff. Mom didn't really enjoy it though. Hahahaha. Then, we had dinner at Suan lum. Some night market. They sold some really interesting stuff. Mostly arty stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Day 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad came to wake me up at 8 plus. Was pretty groggy at that time. Had breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went back to trinity mall again. yesterday, we had a brief browse through. but today, we actually looked into the shops for stuff. High rebates:D&lt;br /&gt;then, we went to the platinum fashion mall. JEEZ, its just like far east/bugis street/peninsular/lucky plaza and all that malls. High rebates too.&lt;br /&gt;Then at night, we took an BTR (Bangkok Train Ride(?) ) Basically, its an mrt. Just shorter.&lt;br /&gt;We took it to Paragon. Its like Vivo city. All the branded shops. Marc Jacob, Jimmy choo, Dolce and gabbana. and lots more. Had dinner at this restaurant. Then went to central to walk walk. it was good. But my legs were snapping like rubber bands upon reaching the service apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Watched WWE. Some freaky yet funny stuff. Funny shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Day 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did practically nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Parents went out to Paragon. Again. But came back empty handed. i stayed in the service apartment doing homework and watching home alone. BWAHAHA. then, dad went out. Again.&lt;br /&gt;he came back close to 1. we rushed to the airport. had lunch there. As usual, "Why the rush?" it was the Final Call when we went in. -.-&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, had window seat. It was nice. Pretty view.&lt;br /&gt;The horizon was just captivating. Seriously. And the view of the land below us. Beauty of gaia.&lt;br /&gt;When we touched down, went home immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWW, I MISSED HOME. big time.&lt;br /&gt;and the computer. HEHEHE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-7025859602917010991?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/7025859602917010991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=7025859602917010991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7025859602917010991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7025859602917010991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/clouds-that-look-like-yummy-cotton.html' title='Clouds that look like yummy cotton candy &amp; a awesome horizon.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-377889482440886825</id><published>2009-03-18T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:57:48.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;HEY EVERYBODY!&lt;br /&gt;ATTENTION! ATTENTION!&lt;br /&gt;I'M LEAVING FOR THAILAND FROM 19-21 MARCH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything, sms me. if its not important, don't expect a reply.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, GRACIA.C!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-377889482440886825?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/377889482440886825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=377889482440886825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/377889482440886825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/377889482440886825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-everybody-attention-attention-im.html' title=''/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-2957784292831697849</id><published>2009-03-18T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:24:03.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAU. Profilers. Awesome job.</title><content type='html'>Today, i spent my day really unwisely.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up by someone's sms. hahahaha. Couldnt exactly fall asleep after that.&lt;br /&gt;So, watched criminal minds until 11.30am&lt;br /&gt;then took a short nap. woke up at 12. and got ready to go out.&lt;br /&gt;Took 33 to kembangan MRT. Saw adeline. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then, took a train to tampines mall. met up with em. Waited for JG, Derrick and sean to come-.- after they all arrived, we realized 'OH,its too late to watch the race to the witch mountain.' and ended up watching... The tale of Desperaux. (not quite sure about the spelling).&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we went to have some food. Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;I need to pack my bag! Thailand tomorrow. Sad annabelle can't join us.&lt;br /&gt;I need to do my holiday homework. I havent touched that chunk of crap yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to react to your meticulous care. But to just go on with life.&lt;br /&gt;What should i do? TESSA LEE. SOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-2957784292831697849?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/2957784292831697849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=2957784292831697849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2957784292831697849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/2957784292831697849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/bau-profilers-awesome-job.html' title='BAU. Profilers. Awesome job.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-7197738957688434351</id><published>2009-03-17T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:35:17.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the grass is greener on the other side of the world</title><content type='html'>I've got a freaking weird tan. On my leg.&lt;br /&gt;Miss zan saw it today, and kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D, you still know me the best. Thanks for what you told me that day. I've decided. And yeah! I won't bleeding like him. NOT MY TYPE!:D TEEHEE!&lt;br /&gt;I miss conversations at night. I hardly even talk nowadays:'(&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO LEAVE SINGAPORE THIS INSTANCE AND JUST HAVE A NICE GETAWAY IN AUSTRALIA OR NZ JUST STAR GAZING. Alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to talk myself out of this crap.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like vomiting after jon goh said something. I feel like the dinner is comin out. If i just smell Xiang yue's ankle guard once more, lunch will be out too.&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-7197738957688434351?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/7197738957688434351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=7197738957688434351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7197738957688434351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7197738957688434351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/grass-is-greener-on-other-side-of-world.html' title='the grass is greener on the other side of the world'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-3042987102062197701</id><published>2009-03-17T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:22:45.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equinox ; raffles city's highest level restaurant. INDULGANCE.</title><content type='html'>Finally laid my hands on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;today was good. Quite fine actually.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8. I forgot my piano was at 9. I thought it was at 9.30am. in the end, I WAS LATE. Luckily i had dad to send me there:D&lt;br /&gt;After piano, dad decided to bring me out for a treat.&lt;br /&gt;Went to library to borrow story books for the plane flight. Then went to ICA to collect Gab's IC.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to Raffles city. Equinox. for lunch. it was awesome. The scenery was AWESOME. You can see the whole city area.&lt;br /&gt;They had goose liver. It was AWESOME. Plus international buffet. Hehehe. Nice stuff.&lt;br /&gt;the toilet was like some princess dressing room. The deco was SUPER VICTORIAN. Like you're inside a palace. And on the way to the toilet, THERE WERE LOADS AND LOADS OF VODKA , BACARDI,WHISKEY AND ALL SORTS OF ALCOHOL. It was a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;After that,We walked around Raffles City. I want the wallet from River Island!!! Zomg. It costs like 79 bux. I shall find nice and cheap ones in Thailand:D TEEHEE! Went to Warehouse, Dorothy Perkins, topshop and miss selfridge. Marks and Spencer is selling EASTER EGGS. super cute packaging.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was deciding if i should go for netball training. Dad was persuading. And finally, i relented.&lt;br /&gt;he fetched me there. Was sleeping the whole time on the way.&lt;br /&gt;Training was fine. The part with min and leticia was just hilarious. MY BABY. ITS GONE. MIN KILLED IT.&lt;br /&gt;Saw many classmates. Derrick looks dead. He seems lifeless. Gw is sick. Awww. Saw Tek, Dono duck, Jiaxuan, hong heng(TEEHEE), St***barry, and aravinda(He's so prominent in the day, not at night. RACIST!)&lt;br /&gt;Left with min.&lt;br /&gt;When i reached home, dad was watching red cliff 2. So we watched. bro came back. The three of us were watching. WOOHOO. LOL. Its exciting. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;Okok. After dinner, went to cycle to ECP with Shan and Cynthia(Shan's maid). Had ice cream at mac. LOL. Then i bought BUBBLES! hohoho. Cycled home.&lt;br /&gt;My butt is gonna ache again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GW! get well soon. HOPE YOU CAN JOIN US TOMORROW. Though i know you're not reading this. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;My heart melts easily. Like an ice cream under the hot scorching sun.&lt;br /&gt;Or when a potato strip is being soaked into sugar solution. it becomes flaccid.&lt;br /&gt;I need help. S.O.S.&lt;br /&gt;You're great. Nice. But i have NO IDEA how to react. I hate it when people start asking me why.&lt;br /&gt;I think the only person that might actually understand this is TESSA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-3042987102062197701?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/3042987102062197701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=3042987102062197701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/3042987102062197701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/3042987102062197701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/equinox-raffles-citys-highest-level.html' title='Equinox ; raffles city&apos;s highest level restaurant. INDULGANCE.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-5388188799087176959</id><published>2009-03-16T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:17:01.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear me and my awesome sore voice.</title><content type='html'>Hello Hello Hello.&lt;br /&gt;My voice is really weird. Its filled with ups and downs. It sounds funny. i sound like my grandma. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't touch the computer yesterday. Gracia is disciplined. While i'm typing this, if melly or dani reads it they're gonna go "DISCIPLINE MY ASS!" Hahahaha. Hope they see this:D Finally saw Dani yesterday. She seems so stress:( Melly looks more haggard. Aish.&lt;br /&gt;After church yesterday, went to Kallang to meet up with Min and Darrell. Tess was late. She didn't wanna come but still, SHE CAME.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to Kallang leisure park to ICE SKATE. IT WAS FUN. But i fell twice. 1st time was due to darrell. Freaking funny. 2nd time was cuz this fella nearly banged into me. THE ICE WAS MELTING. So when i fell, my butt was all wet-.-&lt;br /&gt;After ice skating, Guanwen came to join us for dinner. Had pasta mania. Unagi pasta as usual:D I shall try aglio Olio the next time:D Laughed alot during dinner. We talked ALOT. Mostly bout camp.&lt;br /&gt;Then dad and mom came to fetch me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10 plus. Then, had breakfast and practiced piano like mad. Hohoho. Enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with a sexaye voice. LOL. Not sexaye. More like an old grandma whose just came out of the hospital. BWAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Criminal Minds till 3 plus. Then used com. Didn't attend training due to my throat. I love my mommy:D&lt;br /&gt;I'm all ready to pack my bag and leave for thailand. Anna! I want you to come along and keep me company:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma just told me something. GERRY'S COMIN BACK AGAIN. IN NOVEMBER! YAYNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What is that? Is it love? Or is it just an foolish thinking me? Well, perhaps its nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll choose the path of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like singing the song "Oh! It is love" by Hellogoodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Old songs bring back all the emotions. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-5388188799087176959?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/5388188799087176959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=5388188799087176959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/5388188799087176959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/5388188799087176959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/hear-me-and-my-awesome-sore-voice.html' title='Hear me and my awesome sore voice.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-5352434907234869584</id><published>2009-03-14T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:24:10.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Camp. RESILIENCE!</title><content type='html'>Camp was pretty fun. Other than the bugs part.&lt;br /&gt;Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;Took bus to school with bird. Then gathered at the school hall.&lt;br /&gt;Then we took a bus to the woodlands checkpoint. Then the malaysia check point. Then finally the campsite. Took many pictures on the way. Many funny ones. Heheh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sbuo-EAsyGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/pCicQZgwoAk/s1600-h/Photoshoot0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sbuo-EAsyGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/pCicQZgwoAk/s320/Photoshoot0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313025969595664482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 brothers. Trying to hide-.-&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sbuo-a8_fkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/F6f7IDyLZKY/s1600-h/Photoshoot0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sbuo-a8_fkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/F6f7IDyLZKY/s320/Photoshoot0102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313025975754128962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sbuo-XGbthI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ODD4xApdu50/s1600-h/Photoshoot0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sbuo-XGbthI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ODD4xApdu50/s320/Photoshoot0084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313025974719985170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sbuo-Z6t6gI/AAAAAAAAAVs/T3wn-rDzV8c/s1600-h/Photoshoot0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sbuo-Z6t6gI/AAAAAAAAAVs/T3wn-rDzV8c/s320/Photoshoot0095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313025975476152834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sbuo-bxjdqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/eFPt_Bn8vtQ/s1600-h/Photoshoot0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sbuo-bxjdqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/eFPt_Bn8vtQ/s320/Photoshoot0093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313025975974590114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guan wen. And derrick trying to hide.&lt;br /&gt;Super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we reached Kluang. It was FREAKING HOT.&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, we did rafting. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;It rained like crap at night. So nightwalk was postponed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2.&lt;br /&gt;We did canoeing and river crossing. CANOEING WAS EXTREMELY FUN. FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN!&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had nightwalk. it was good scenery. Aish, shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3.&lt;br /&gt;We did hiking. Hike half way, IT STARTED TO RAIN! When we got down the mountain, we were drenched. the rain was good stuff though.&lt;br /&gt;There was a water bomb war! LOL. I didn't play. but it was some funny shit.&lt;br /&gt;Then had CAMP FIRE! Funny thing was, THERE WAS NO FIRE! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;But sang and screamed alot. While guanwen who was sitting beside me was just dozing off cuz he didn't enjoy anything of that-.- but zack, lionel,Bill and jason made a HELL LOT OF NOISE. Super funny lah. I love the phee fly song. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;"PHEE! PHEE FLY! PHEE FLY MOSQUITO! CALAMINE CALAMINE CALAMINE LOTION! OH NO MORE CALAMINE LOTION! ITCHY ITCHY SCRATCHY SCRATCHY UP AND DOWN MY BACK BACKY ITCHY ITCHY SCRATCHY SCRATCHY UP AND DOWN MY BACKSIDE!" hehehe. i love that part. And the motorcar one:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was CHEERING. Finally we're going home~:D&lt;br /&gt;I was a happy little elf on the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my voice. I got bug bites. But i'm happy. Cuz i'm home. After 4 days and 3 nights of suffering. We slept on a wooden plank. With ant colonies invading our tents. It was like LABOUR CAMP. hahahaha. I rely alot on prayer. Cuz its been quite hard for me. If i had no prayers, i might have just collapsed on the 2nd day. I've decided. I must be independent. Guanwen's been helping me carry my stuff. thanks alot. And i think its too much for me. I don't really wanna continue being that best friend. I wish you all the best. And hope You and Him can get together if you want. I really need a break. Ping, thanks alot. Faizah,Fah,Ruai, Tess,Sak,Xinhui and sinyi. Thanks for being nice bunk mates. I need a break. The burden is really too heavy for me to carry. I'm just a replacement. Which i don't want to be. i've had enough. Really enough. 2 years was good enough. Being misunderstood is bad enough. I don't want more. I've been suffering for 2 years. I dont want anymore of this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This camp made me wake up. And realize how much i should thank god for my comfort. I might consider staying there. without the houseflies and bugs. The scenery is just great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-5352434907234869584?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/5352434907234869584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=5352434907234869584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/5352434907234869584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/5352434907234869584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-from-camp-resilience.html' title='Back From Camp. RESILIENCE!'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cadqUW8F6S8/Sbuo-EAsyGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/pCicQZgwoAk/s72-c/Photoshoot0092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-8711429057237958058</id><published>2009-03-10T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:51:32.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears are salty. 1 small drop is all it takes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;HEADLINES OF THE DAY: I'M GOING FOR MY SEC 3 CAMP&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(finally, i'm sec 3. Don't count in maturity. It degrades me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha. And... &lt;u&gt;ITS TOMORROW. 11 MARCH 2009!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who managed to skip it, hope you have a fun time in the detention room(Actually, i'm kinda jealous. I miss my darch. I can't bring it. It's gonna get kidnapped by some people who actually enjoy the thrill of stealing or are seriously poor.)&lt;br /&gt;School's fine.&lt;br /&gt;I failed Amath. By 1.5 marks. I was pissed. Emaths CT was fine. People said it was hard, all i said was. Its okay. Or maybe easy. LOL. To me, IT IS EASIER. No Offence to anyone who found it hard. Well, i've slacked TOO MUCH in term 1. Nows term 2. Back to the netball routines and hardcore studying. GANBATTE GRACIA. YOU CAN DO. I BELIEVE IN MYSELF. SO FROM NOW ON, NO SLACKING. I MUST MUG. BECOME A NERD. OR JUST STUDY WHATSOEVER. Make sure i do NOT FAIL ANYMORE TESTS. OR I'LL SERIOUSLY END UP MURDERING MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball today. hmm... overall. it was ok. Certainly not as bad as mr bok's training. The sun was being a bad ass today though.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, GET READY YOUR PASSPORTS AND LUGGAGES. BE PREPARED TO SUFFER. One more thing, don't forget to scrub yourself till you find yourself EXTREMELY CLEAN. 3e2 calculated. We're gonna end up with LESS THAN MINUTES TO BATH. Plan your strategies. And get ready to CHIONG! And i'm so gonna get myself some protection from faizah. She intends to ... me. not gonna state was ... is. Basically, its bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aish. One last thing. Its 8.50 PM. And i haven't packed my bag. I feel all tired out. I DONT WANNA PACK. I WANNA SLEEP. DAMN IT. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Miss me people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-8711429057237958058?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/8711429057237958058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=8711429057237958058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/8711429057237958058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/8711429057237958058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/tears-are-salty-1-small-drop-is-all-it.html' title='Tears are salty. 1 small drop is all it takes.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-4615198054848352565</id><published>2009-03-09T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:21:26.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I PASSED MY BIOLOGY!! ZOMGZOMGZOMG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HALLELUJAH. I PASSED MY BIOLOGY~~~ *dances around the room*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a bit solemn. That was just a short while. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;First period was Social Studies. it was good~ LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Next was Emath. Had this quiz-.- LOL.&lt;br /&gt;English. I WANNA DIE LAH. MY ENGLISH. 28/50! But with my compo (20/30) i got a b3. Argh, the results don't please me.&lt;br /&gt;Recess. Had talks. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Bio. Solemn. Mrs lee came in. Black face. I was SO WORRIED. ZOMGZOMG. IN THE END, i passed! WOOHOOOOOOOO! i was happy as @%#^%$&amp;amp;.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Got back physics. LOL. I've got NO COMMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;MT. Usual.&lt;br /&gt;had amath CT after school. I'm gonna failed my emath.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go back for netball-.-&lt;br /&gt;Dentist. my teeth is pink now. Hot pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-4615198054848352565?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/4615198054848352565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=4615198054848352565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4615198054848352565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4615198054848352565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-passed-my-biology-zomgzomgzomg.html' title='I PASSED MY BIOLOGY!! ZOMGZOMGZOMG!'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-7878500978823495793</id><published>2009-03-08T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:14:06.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder... How does toufu wine taste? Hahaha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SbPNbdm65DI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RuXg-PldTSQ/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SbPNbdm65DI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RuXg-PldTSQ/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310814257287980082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Forgive everyone for everything. Have a forgiving heart. Don't waste time hating people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was ok.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9 something but dragged till 10. Hehehe. I NEED REST! TEE HEE.&lt;br /&gt;lol. Then, practised piano and went to church. Aish. Didn't get to see many people today. Thanks to gab. He dragged and in the end, he didn't come to church. Wth. I didn't get to see danielle~ but saw the 2 mels. Then rushed into the hall to practise:(&lt;br /&gt;We had sermon today. Doctor Ng (Church Elder) kept waving to the preacher to say&lt;br /&gt;"Time's up!" The preacher was uncle jason. And uncle jason was so "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTO&lt;/span&gt;" the sermon. He failed to realise the time. Some funny shit. DR NG waving like mad. But Uncles Jason just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FAILED &lt;/span&gt;to notice. those in BC would understand. Cuz of uncle jasons puny size. Its also quite hard for him to see when he's standing behind the "stand".&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, After church. Went to parkway with melly. we talked. Then we parted. She went for her tuition. And i went to popular to grab the stuff i need for tomorrow. Then,shirlene called. I asked her if they needed anything. She replied... NO.  After leaving popular... I GOT A PHONECALL FROM SHIRLENE. SHE ASKED ME TO HEAD BACK TO POPULAR TO GET WHITE PAINT. my legs were breaking. I should have wore sneakers today instead of flats. NOW MY TOES HURT AND I'VE GOT BLISTERS. ARGH. Grumbled like an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to popular to grab the paint and went to min's house.&lt;br /&gt;Did some stuff. Then went home. The flag is pretty artistically nice. But in a whole, messed. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Evening, my uncles and aunties came over for dinner. Then, at bout 9. I started dozing off. That was when they started to leave. So, i woke up. i'm gonna hit the sack sooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW IS CRUCIAL. TODAY IS GONNA BE TORMENTING. I SHALL PRAY. PRAY THAT I WON'T FAIL MY BIOLOGY. I NEED TO PRAY HARD. TO O'LORD. I MIGHT JUST SNAP AND DIE IF I FAIL. WHATS WORST IS... TOMORROW IS MY AMATHS CT.&lt;br /&gt;PRAY FOR ME. I'M WORRIED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-7878500978823495793?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/7878500978823495793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=7878500978823495793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7878500978823495793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7878500978823495793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wonder-how-does-toufu-wine-taste.html' title='I wonder... How does toufu wine taste? Hahaha.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cadqUW8F6S8/SbPNbdm65DI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RuXg-PldTSQ/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-5895068619532732398</id><published>2009-03-06T18:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:31:52.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INDULGE'/><title type='text'>Where is the rain when we need it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SbFBqt45MOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/x4N7ohI-zes/s1600-h/image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SbFBqt45MOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/x4N7ohI-zes/s320/image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310097637775061218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waste time hating people&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS SO FREAKING HOT. MY FACE WAS DETOXING.&lt;br /&gt;Schools fine. (NOT). My science sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Met esther and her friend, Jasmine on the way home from Piano. They're nice people:D&lt;br /&gt;Turkish march was AWESOME. PLAYED LIKE AN MRT DURING LESSON TIME. Nicenicenice. learnt alot of new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me are all sick. Aaron is sick. Aunt lilian is sick. Meihui and juling are sick. Weiyi is sick(i think). Darrell and minmin are always eating tissues. soon, goh will be sick too. And i'll be sick. And we'll SPREAD THE BACTERIA! LOL. MASS KILL. Nonono.&lt;br /&gt;its camp next week. NO ONE SHOULD BE SICK. I should stay healthy. STAY HEALTHY AND STRONG GRACIA. I'll stay healthy. and strong!\(~^=^~)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SUPER HIGH NOW. I've been harassing jonathan and min. hehehehe. dad bought Ben and Gerry's ice cream. And RUFFLES~ temptation! and indulge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-5895068619532732398?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/5895068619532732398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=5895068619532732398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/5895068619532732398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/5895068619532732398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-is-rain-when-we-need-it.html' title='Where is the rain when we need it?'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cadqUW8F6S8/SbFBqt45MOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/x4N7ohI-zes/s72-c/image018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-1866511589251179416</id><published>2009-03-05T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:50:09.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SANDWICHES.</title><content type='html'>I've been saying things like "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" lately. in class. And its mostly during A math. To Mr ho. Heehaw!&lt;br /&gt;School was fine. We did stuffs. Today was considerably funny. Especially during bio. Bio was AWESOME TODAY. We had to do the labeling for the humans alimentary canal. so, when it came to the rectum, i labeled it as anus. and anus as rectum. And Mrs lee said this "THIS IS THE ASSHOLE ! NOT THE RECTUM!" I just burst.&lt;br /&gt;Then,had to stay back for Amath remedial. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then went home with Min2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're stuck in between like SANDWICHES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-1866511589251179416?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/1866511589251179416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=1866511589251179416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1866511589251179416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/1866511589251179416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/sandwiches.html' title='SANDWICHES.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-4950711575640273820</id><published>2009-03-04T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:05:07.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to SCREAM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got a splitting headache.&lt;br /&gt;School's fine. Usual MRT routine.&lt;br /&gt;1) had English. We did oral. Faizah asked some really gross questions :/&lt;br /&gt;2) e Math. Inequalities. its pretty easy.&lt;br /&gt;3) Bio. Test. No comments.&lt;br /&gt;4) Recess. With usuals.&lt;br /&gt;5)Physics. Lab.&lt;br /&gt;6) MT. Had some kind of performance.&lt;br /&gt;7) Assembly. Fun(?) not bad. Not boring.&lt;br /&gt;8) Had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;9) A math remedial.&lt;br /&gt;10) Home sweet home baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp O camp. Its gonna be soon~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-4950711575640273820?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/4950711575640273820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=4950711575640273820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4950711575640273820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/4950711575640273820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-to-scream.html' title='I need to SCREAM!'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745642970269761932.post-7385550038342384343</id><published>2009-03-03T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:33:29.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I made a new friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SazmXFjKnvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Hg5fCNEJO5A/s1600-h/image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 496px; height: 376px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cadqUW8F6S8/SazmXFjKnvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Hg5fCNEJO5A/s320/image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308871345064025842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this true. No one is in charge of your happiness. Except you.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever who isn't in the best of moods today, CHEER UP. no one can make you upset. Its only you:D So, BE HAPPY. AND ENJOY THE REST OF THE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been saying too much vulgarities these few days. its unhealthy of the mind and the soul. So, i shall abstain. I need to abstain.&lt;br /&gt;Schools fine. Got like 14/25 for history. -.- And the rest, i don't know. I'm so gonna ignore tek.&lt;br /&gt;Then, after school. stayed back for the competition thingy. Made a new friend on the way home. Zachary. Zac. Something like that. LOL. we're gonna be camp homies. Camp camp camp. He has a super bulky bag.&lt;br /&gt;Camp camp camp. Hope it gonna be GREAT. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745642970269761932-7385550038342384343?l=crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/feeds/7385550038342384343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745642970269761932&amp;postID=7385550038342384343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7385550038342384343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745642970269761932/posts/default/7385550038342384343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-the-borderline.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-made-new-friend.html' title='I made a new friend.'/><author><name>gracia:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971582440151338863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cadqUW8F6S8/SazmXFjKnvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Hg5fCNEJO5A/s72-c/image017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
