<?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-23162323</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:04:59.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you think im happy? think again.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-116610149556356503</id><published>2006-12-14T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T05:04:55.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been yet another long period of time since i last blogged. i get so turned off when i come online, just dont feel like blogging all of a sudden. hell yeah, im weird.&lt;br /&gt;well this holiday has been a rather boring one for me. lets see, nothing much in particular to talk about. boring malaysia trip, stupid beijing, i cant remember the rest. brain aint really functioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, its like a daily routine for me to get emo every night, with reg. we are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIFELESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; souls. like lost without our other half or sth. haha.&lt;br /&gt;how i wished i could just turn back time, i dont know why i cry for you every night. not like you even bother eh? i thought friendship was kinda a good idea, even if we didn turn out like we wanted. but i guess im wrong eh.&lt;br /&gt;spilling all my emotions right now wouldn even mean anything, especially when you're not even keen on replying. its so hard to even talk, much less meet up.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i ain of much importance to you anymore, in the first place, you dont need to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes, i just wished i could sleep forever. maybe i'll meet God or sth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-116610149556356503?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/116610149556356503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=116610149556356503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/116610149556356503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/116610149556356503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-been-yet-another-long-period-of.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-116394359749497970</id><published>2006-11-19T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T05:39:57.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SINFUL...! i haven been blogging for at least 2 to 3 weeks, hur hurr. well im BACK! i've had so much to say, but i cant exactly remember everything. dont blame me, blame it on my lousy memory. well, lets just start off with the most recent shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th november, that was yesterday. i had two weddings to attend-miss esther ling's (i cant remember who she got married to, a good man i suppose?) and nigel&amp;melissa- but sadly, i could only go for one. once again, NOT MY FAULT. i had something on in the morning, therefore explaining my absence. (im not being loooooongwinded, just an explanation for my friends whom i so-called "pangseh-ed" :D )&lt;br /&gt;i ended up attending only nigel and melissa's wedding, but i seriously had intentions to go for the other too. aw, too bad. (:&lt;br /&gt;well, summing it up, yesterday was a really long day: tuition, rushing around, nigel &amp; melissa's wedding, drum lessons, and total slacking. okay, doesn really sound like a long day but it was tiring alright?! especially walking around in heels. hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th november&lt;br /&gt;most of my day has been spent in church today. well, a really meaningful sunday i'd say. THANK GOD! yang received the holy spirit today, yay. and he spoke in tongues for the first time! tongues as in "neqrc jwercrjrne" stuff, or rather not a real language la huh. heh. well sermon was boring as always, but at least both of us TRIED to take down notes. haha, and it was fun sitting with natasha. (: im looking forward to church again next weekend, but that'd mark another week of the holidays gone.&lt;br /&gt;after church, we decided to go home, SURPRISINGLY. but me and yang ended up going to thomson to fetch spencer. he went for a haircut, as good as bald now. had dinner and went back home. so here i am seated right in front of the computer, with nothing to do. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and just this week, dorothy and yang came over. they wanted to watch prison break season two but we ended up baking! how fun. i wouldn comment much but i would say that WE ARE NATURAL BAKERS. that sounds wrong but, its true! okay there's something really wrong, i cant update the pictures, but i will when i can. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-116394359749497970?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/116394359749497970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=116394359749497970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/116394359749497970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/116394359749497970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/11/sinful_19.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-116197012306791563</id><published>2006-10-27T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T10:28:43.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week has been rather eventful. well here goes:&lt;br /&gt;25 oct.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i dragged myself out of bed and got my ass to school. im beginning to hate school, how everyone seems so busy and all we do is just sit and rot in class. so, reg, sy and i decided to do something different- sneak out of school. here's our definition of sneak: climb over the dumb fences. well at first i thought we were being stupid, cause all we had to do was walk out of the gates. but hell, the two security guards recognised us through the countless times they had to chase us to record our names for coming to school during recess. SO, it was the fences. at first it was only the three of us, then jane and mei en decided to join us. i shant elaborate on the whole process of choosing the exact spot on climbing over the bloody fences, and how we actually managed to do it. it was PLAIN RETARDED. well, i think we were sneaking out of school for the sake of sneaking out. im sorry but thats what you get from childhood deprived children. aw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we finally got over the fences, we kinda ran to the bus stop and acted like pure retards. and i realised melvin called me. i dont know what for, there could only be 3 possibilities he'd call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;something bad happened to james. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;probably saw some idiots climbing over the fence or something. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has another FIONA in his contacts list and pressed the wrong one?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;of course i prayed hard it wasnt the first. it'd be funny if it was the second, and hell. i'd not say anything about the third. sigh, i really thought i had forgotten about james, but the missed call really flooded my mind with those memories. is that something good or bad, i really dont know. i'm trying hard not to hold hopes of us being together anymore, being friends is kinda a good thing right? god help me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26oct.&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember what exactly happened. OH, other than my new maid waking me up at 7am when i obviously told her 6am. i didn really bother though, practically fell back asleep. when i finally woke up, it was already 12pm. HELL i was late for beijing's briefing. im laaaaaaaaaaazy to really elaborate. hmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27oct.&lt;br /&gt;thats today right? well its 1.09am now, and i have barely been awake for 12 hours. i woke up at 4pm, and had a combined breakfast lunch and dinner. hm, i dont know what the hell you call it. headed down to collect my spects later on, and met glory. could tell she was rather pissed at us being late though. hm, isnt something new. (: so we trained down to plaza sing to get the chalet stuffs till about ten plus. and had supper. DAPHNE THE COW WAS SINGING AT MACS. with the power 98 powerjam thing or something. super gay puh-leeeeese. well, it was fun laughing at those bands though. GEES.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im gonna head to sleep soon, im just praying hard that i'll get over some stuffs, and not get nightmares or anything. haha, it isn nice waking up with teary eyes and realise you have been crying in your sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOODNIGHT PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;god bless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-116197012306791563?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/116197012306791563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=116197012306791563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/116197012306791563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/116197012306791563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-week-has-been-rather-eventful.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-116075910171439055</id><published>2006-10-13T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:05:57.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gees</title><content type='html'>whoa, i've been thinking about the past, and boy, those were the times.&lt;br /&gt;happy ones, sad ones, but they were great.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wish i could just turn back time and just let time freeze.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, this sounds really corny, but really. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking, i dont have anything to look forward to now.&lt;br /&gt;i used to be able to look forward to the ending of exams, all for fuck's sake?&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted was to be able to spend time with certain people, salvage a friendship, or rather, a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;well, guess things just didn turn out the way we all wanted it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gees, guess i'll so look forward to beijing.&lt;br /&gt;but first, THIS SUNDAY. :D&lt;br /&gt;frontliners duty here i come...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee, im a happy child.&lt;br /&gt;love aint about possession is it? &lt;/3 div &lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-116075910171439055?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/116075910171439055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=116075910171439055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/116075910171439055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/116075910171439055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/10/gees.html' title='gees'/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-115987429427905287</id><published>2006-10-03T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T04:18:14.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright, i was thinking&lt;br /&gt;should i ever let a creep destroy my life?&lt;br /&gt;nah, he's got someone else anyway.&lt;br /&gt;someone else better? hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;why not right, when she can make you go allllllllllllllllll the waaaaaaaay down town.&lt;br /&gt;and yadayadayada.&lt;br /&gt;i think i deserve muuuuuuuuuch better than this.&lt;br /&gt;and i know my lord WILL provide.&lt;br /&gt;(: yea he will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whooooo good day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-115987429427905287?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/115987429427905287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=115987429427905287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/115987429427905287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/115987429427905287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/10/alright-i-was-thinking-should-i-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-115962524818680370</id><published>2006-09-30T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T07:07:28.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, my blog is rotting my socks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you think im not serious.&lt;br /&gt;im not the one.&lt;br /&gt;this aint a mature relationship.&lt;br /&gt;OH it isnt about any other girl.&lt;br /&gt;definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special place in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;you too.&lt;br /&gt;the one who shredded mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at least i know i love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or rather loved you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-115962524818680370?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/115962524818680370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=115962524818680370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/115962524818680370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/115962524818680370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/09/yes-my-blog-is-rotting-my-socks-off.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-115357877645552823</id><published>2006-07-22T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T07:32:56.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right, its 10.32pm now and i just got home. hell was it a loooooong day i had.&lt;br /&gt;i was dragged out of bed at 9.00am for tuition this morning. ITS 30 MINUTES LESS SLEEP THAN I HAVE EVERY ORDINARY TUITION SATURDAY. well, there were humans hired to come over to my home to hack off the air conditioner which has been dripping water since i-have-no-idea-when. probably long enought that i've gotten used to it, and i think im gonna have difficulty sleeping without the choral drips. oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i consider myself a fillial daughter already. i haven angered my parents REEEAAAALLY badly for quite a long time. great accomplishment uh? (: well, i went for jamming today. 2nd time im actually 'playing' drums. and yes, its a hell lot of fun.. and stress. i couldn master even a song today. im only halfway through. probably what you'd all call, no musical talent. hm, sometimes i wonder if i should really be part of the band. serious speaking, i think i'd be more of a hindrance than help? not help, but probably holding them back. lets think ahead: with me, they'd still be lagging behind after weeks. without me: woooooolala, i bet they'd make it BIG. and i mean BIG &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;sad case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-115357877645552823?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/115357877645552823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=115357877645552823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/115357877645552823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/115357877645552823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/07/right-its-10.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-115190474504501974</id><published>2006-07-02T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:32:25.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeeks. my last entry was 5th may, and hell its 3 july now. hell i survived 2 months without a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY. its the big day and i doubt it'd be anything special anyway. just any ordinary day when FIONA HENG turns 15, and still holds hatred for some people. well, honestly i know it isnt right to hate him, but he just agrivated me today. "dying is simple, just open the windows and jump out." WHOA. guess what was my reaction when i heard that, yes, i SCREAMED. okay thats so not me but it happens, especially when you're a person with a bad toothache, a sore MIDDLE finger, and a stomach which got hit by a tennis ball. RAH. oh, and the almighty HE- my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd actually dare say i spent my holidays well. consider these: attended choir practices, helped in the school's cookbook stuffs (aka be a maid), attended encounter weekend, and then choir camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to learn more about GOD over the encounter weekend, and yes, i did. its wasnt easy to forgive some people you actually hate, but hey I DID IT. and neither was it easy to let go of your wrongful sins, and WHOA i did it too. and thinking back, i think i've got to go back to encounter. i suppose i have got to really really LET GO once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM A SINFUL HUMAN.&lt;br /&gt;who hates her dad.&lt;br /&gt;(oops.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-115190474504501974?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/115190474504501974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=115190474504501974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/115190474504501974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/115190474504501974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/07/eeeks.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114744547503810683</id><published>2006-05-12T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T07:51:15.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant be happier than anyone now that exams are over. its been a long time since i finally settled down to really look at my books and ABSORB... well but i did it. and its still the results that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams were alright, i guess. but now that exams are over, i've got so much more to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;relationship matters. oh boy, isnt it so much better to remain single... and lonely?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;making up my mind. i sooooo hate choosing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RESULTS. oh damn it, i wonder how i'd fare for the exams, especially for food and nutrition. seems like the worse exam ever, excluding the previous class quiz. i scored a pathetic 28/40, and miss lim actually put a "good" beside it. ha, how encouraging eh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mama's day. last year me and my sis got my mom a gucci handbag. yes yes, she was happy and all. and this year... *drum rolls* i've got nothing. how pathetic...! i wonder what's gonna happen to me on sunday. GOD BLESS ME.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;worrying about someone in particular. mmm, i shouldn be talking about this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the list goes on and on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lets talk about something happy now eh?&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was great. we went bowling and whoa was i bad at it. i had to take 2 rounds to warm up before i could finally play well again. lets blame it on my toe shall we? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes and after all that vigorous exercise, me glory and dorothy went to j8. the rest of them left, and we went to look at games. so many choices, AND I CANT GET ANY. damn computer crashed on me, and here i am, trying so hard to type on the laptop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after that, we all headed home. and i took a really looooong nap. catch up on my beauty sleep. and i managed to stay up till 2 plus later in the night, all thanks to discovery travel and living. i was watching Forever Summer with Nigella, and Surreal Gormet. tempting fattening meals they made. im drooling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114744547503810683?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114744547503810683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114744547503810683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114744547503810683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114744547503810683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-cant-be-happier-than-anyone-now-that.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114537522697916255</id><published>2006-04-18T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T08:47:07.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all this while, i have always been trying to find time to blog about all the interesting things that have been going on in my everyday life. i'd always be thinking about all the lame stuffs that i'd write and crap about. (and maybe scold A LITTLE.) well, whenever i get the time to do so, i'd either have nothing to say or i just wouldnt be in the right mood. i just dont know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past few days, i was dead busy with my personal life and of course, WORK. im a major workaholic. (: not that that's bothering me much, but i just wonder... i have sinned. really...! i shant elaborate on what, but yeah, i'll just say i did. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go sleep now. shall talk about it probably when i have the mood or time again.&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114537522697916255?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114537522697916255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114537522697916255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114537522697916255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114537522697916255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-this-while-i-have-always-been.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114494631776238343</id><published>2006-04-13T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T09:10:21.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maundy thursday</title><content type='html'>oh what a wonderful day today. (well, almost.)&lt;br /&gt;i loved the service in the morning, both in the hall and chapel.&lt;br /&gt;i loved the volleyball match.&lt;br /&gt;and i definitely loved dinner!&lt;br /&gt;OH be glad fiona's happy today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as i was saying, the service was great. the silence was perfect, that is if you ignored the two boys in front of me who were most definitely not concentrating but fooling around? yeah, so other than that, its fine. well at least they did not speak and laugh and insult loudly. there was still some sort of a respect for god in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay im just gonna fill up this space tml. im soooo not in the mood now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit.&lt;br /&gt;as for the volleyball match, it was great. i met joyce like after.... i dont know how long. but sadly, phs lost to the damned jurong sec. so this is what me, regina and tricia concluded: its all bloody esther's (the not so great looking one) fault. you see, without her being slapped, jeline and company wouldnt be that aggravated to "slap her many times in the face," therefore leading to jeline being suspended from both school and playing in the volleyball team. so... shortly speaking, its all esther's fault. equation: esther= cause of volleyball team losing in finals.&lt;br /&gt;so i wonder now... will she get much more SLAPS when school reopens..? i really wonder. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the match, it was off to dinner with regina and glory. dorothy couldnt go with us cause she had to fast for dinner and attend church sevice later on. yes, you may think that dorothy is such a devoted christian. YOU ARE SOOOOO WRONG. she messaged me during her service, saying that she was surrounded by old folks and monotonous singers. okay, that was funny, BUT IM NOT THAT MEAN OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during dinner, regina and i crapped ALOT. i really mean a lot. like the people at mos burgers' were like staring and giving us weird looks, not that im not used to that. i shall leave out all the gruesome details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we all headed home. but we had to relieve ourselves at the toilet first. thinking about it makes me feel like such an idiot. once again, im laughing at the computer screen like a total moron. at the toilet, there was this woman who was like making a musical out of her farts. shant go into the details either. its really gross la. and im sooooooooo definitely not a gross shit. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114494631776238343?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114494631776238343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114494631776238343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114494631776238343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114494631776238343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/04/maundy-thursday.html' title='maundy thursday'/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114467865039533943</id><published>2006-04-10T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T07:17:36.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god. im so bloody confused over some matters of the heart now.&lt;br /&gt;i know, i know! whatever right?&lt;br /&gt;well, i shant bother bout them for now then.&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh. typical moodswings of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was just discussing about insecure men with reg. so i decided, this whole stretch down shall be fully be dedicated to those insecure men out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here's what i found out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Insecurity is either danger, i.e., lack of objective security (in a physical&lt;br /&gt;situation or a computer system), or an emotion of general unease or&lt;br /&gt;nervousness without obvious cause or purpose.&lt;br /&gt;A person who is insecure lacks confidence in their own value and capability. This is not to be confused with being humble, which involves recognising one's failings but still maintaining a healthy dose of self-confidence. Insecurity is not an objective evaluation of one's ability but an emotional interpretation, as two people with the same capabilities may have entirely different levels of insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity may cause shyness and social withdrawal, or alternatively it may encourage compensatory behaviours such as arrogance, aggression,&lt;br /&gt;or bullying, a principle enshrined in the phrase "all bullies are cowards" (this saying is in fact fallacious, as some bullies are not cowards). Many people&lt;br /&gt;suffer a period of insecurity during puberty, which gives rise to a&lt;br /&gt;lot of the stereotypical behaviours of adolescents.&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity has many effects in a person's life. It nearly always causes some degree of isolation as a typically insecure person withdraws themselves to some extent. The greater the insecurity, the higher the degree of isolation. Insecurity is often rooted in a person during their childhood years. Like offense and bitterness, it grows in&lt;br /&gt;layer fashion, often becoming an immobilising force that sets a limiting factor&lt;br /&gt;in the person's life. Insecurity robs by degrees - the degree it is entrenched&lt;br /&gt;is the degree of power it has in the person's life.&lt;br /&gt;Although difficult, insecurity can be overcome. It takes time and patience and a willingness to believe each person is of great value."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, we all feel insecure.&lt;br /&gt;but wait, get this. for a man to not talk to a girl and wait for people to tell him what to do on a date?&lt;br /&gt;OH COME ON. you can do better.&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it just takes common sense for yoooooou to KNOW WHAT TO DO?&lt;br /&gt;right, you may not have any, BUT HELLO!!! do your research first la, rather than sms someone on a date asking bout what you should or should not do?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and if you frigging get rejected, is it such a big deal to let your friends know? you act as if nothing happened, and you dont fancy her anymore. MY GOSH. get a life brother. it doesnt matter, really!&lt;br /&gt;we all gotta move on in life no matter what we encounter right? the ups and downs of life? sighhh. i seriously pity you boy.&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. this has absolutely nothing to do with me. and seriously, im speaking up for a friend. and hopefully such guys out there would seriously wake up?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, lets talk about something happy. HAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;19/25&lt;/span&gt; FOR MY FREAKING CHEMISTRY TEST.&lt;br /&gt;im as surprised as you are, seriously. (hey! i didnt study okay. now, respect me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*thank god i found you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114467865039533943?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114467865039533943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114467865039533943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114467865039533943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114467865039533943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114457974846151080</id><published>2006-04-09T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T03:49:09.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right, i didnt go to all FOUR options. in fact i had an option 5 today. (: not cause i didnt want to go to the other four, but cause... I WOKE UP LATE. eh, not my fault okay. just think about this, being the deep-thinking intellectual i am, of course i would be thinking about my plans for the next day what right? so definitely, i slept late. SO IM NOT TO BE BLAMED AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im thinking to myself:&lt;br /&gt;I MISSED CHURCH! god im sinful! i missed church for like two weeks already. AHHHH. im a frigging backslider! *kneels in the middle of nowhere to repent. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;well, so its okay la. cause I WAS SUPPOSED to go sweep grave today. so im forgiven i guess. then again, sentosa? ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;jamming? ahaha again.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, so far my day was kinda well spent okay!&lt;br /&gt;well, sickening thing was that mom woke me up in the morning and she went, "aren't you going out today?" EHHHH what the hell! she was the one who told me to go sweep grave instead of sentosa ytd! AH im a deprived bitch.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, back to the point. my dog woke me up at like mid-day, then laid in bed pondering about... well. some stuffs. and then, i had to get my own lunch cause my maid went out. (GOSH IM MISS INDEPENDENT.) so just when i was thinking how i should spend my day, the phone rang. yes yes, my dad. i had to bring spencer to the vets. ohhhh great. 5th choice. not bad eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT THE VETS:&lt;br /&gt;my god! there were like so many dogs at the vets la! so cuuuuute. (except for one, which i think was a mixed-breed. okay, it wasnt his fault for being ugly. so here's to the dog: cheer up! it wasnt your fault your parents made you an accident.) right, so when it was spencer's turn for his check-up and vaccination, spencer was like freaking out. like hugging onto me so tight. im so glad he's gay. REALLY. oh yea, the vet was like saying that spencer had oil glands which were not squeezed for the past one year. bloody groomers. and the vet drew a picture for me, which was something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b4/nanaheng/spencer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b4/nanaheng/spencer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gosh, he was like crapping about what happened to spencer, and i shant go into details. its like tooooo much. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeaaa. haha, i've got another picture. i shall upload it later on. so watch out for thiiiiis space eh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, im gonna go for dinner with my mama now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114457974846151080?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114457974846151080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114457974846151080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114457974846151080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114457974846151080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/04/right-i-didnt-go-to-all-four-options.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114451169193038757</id><published>2006-04-08T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T08:54:54.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheeeeeeeee. its a happy day today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, preciour four hours. -BUT PLEASE DONT BE LATE AGAIN. *grins.*&lt;br /&gt;im a busy woman with a tight schedule. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah damn it. im thinking where i should go tml. like what the hell, all the timings clash!&lt;br /&gt;so tell me what i should do if you were me.&lt;br /&gt;SO here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to church. GOD's the most important what right? but wait... look at the other 3 first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SAO MU- in other words, sweep grave. i've... hmm... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... no wait, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ancestors to go pay my respects to! so i should go this year right? judging that my great-grandma just passed on last year. compared to the other three, at least i know her what. RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;AIYAH...!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to sentosa? well... with james and friends. and probably joyce too. cos well, shawn wants joyce to go but james says joyce'd only go if i went. soooo.... its like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IM THE CHOSEN ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.... who decides? haha okay, crap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;now option four, go watch people jam? as in watch a band play. nicholas asked me to tag along with him to watch mrs wong's 'son' play. he's only going if someone goes along with him. oh dear....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OKAY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so you might be thinking, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GO TO ALL FOUR LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well problem is, I SO FREAKING CANT.&lt;br /&gt;church's at 1.30, sweep grave's at 11 (but they'll probably drag it till like 3?), sentosa's also at 1.30, and jamming's at 12!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i cant help being so WANTED.&lt;br /&gt;(okay ignore that)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tralala,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im going....! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114451169193038757?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114451169193038757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114451169193038757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114451169193038757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114451169193038757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/04/wheeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114442040404899430</id><published>2006-04-07T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T07:36:06.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b4/nanaheng/pictures032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand" height="224" alt="" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b4/nanaheng/pictures032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah, im so bored man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES YES- look at spencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO CUTE RIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irresistable man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(no offence but even malays cant resist him. and yes, i know of a few. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114442040404899430?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114442040404899430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114442040404899430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114442040404899430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114442040404899430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/04/hahah-im-so-bored-man.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114441937538441079</id><published>2006-04-07T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T07:16:15.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheeeee. just had auditions today. how lame. i couldnt remember the lyrics at all. and i haven recovered from the sore throat yet, so... imagine the noise i produced. well it wasnt that bad actually, just that if i had memorised the lyrics it would be much better. I WANNA GO BACK TO SOP 1!!! how sad, i was like sop one in the middle of sec two, and towards the year when joyce and lilian werent around that much, i kept PON-ING. OF COURSE WHAT. its boring when you dont have much company around. especially those you usually crap with? yeahhh. sad case. oh yea, and as i was saying, i was later "demoted" to sop 2. AND NOW........... senior on probation. *looks for a hole to hide face in* ITS EMBARRASSING LO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and hopefully, i do not get transferred to altos? not that its bad, but im more used to the sopranos style i guess. OH GOD HELP ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, well anyway school was quite fun today. the language fest wasnt what i expected. REALLY. the performances was KAWAII NEI. (gosh, i sound so 'ahem'.)&lt;br /&gt;i guess the day started off fine, only that glory and veron werent at school today. like soooo quiet la, even wanhwa thinks so. like in the morning, regina wasnt around. she went to sao mu, or in other words "sweep grave"? she only came during recess la, and she chose the right time! and after recess, wanhwa left. hahah, what an ass.&lt;br /&gt;ah, and why am i talking about my day? i dont do that often. well, guess its cause THE OH-SO- HARDWORKING VERONICA KOH WEE PING pon-ned school today. cow...&lt;br /&gt;and mr wee was such a spoiler today. like it was such a gooooood day, and he had to punish the sec threes. AND we have to line up in the sec ones places on monday. double cow..../&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eee, im coughing so badly now. probably due to the singing i did today. sighh, i cant help being a loyal choir fanatic. RIGHT? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114441937538441079?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114441937538441079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114441937538441079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114441937538441079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114441937538441079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/04/wheeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114431442154890758</id><published>2006-04-06T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T02:07:01.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IM A SICK CHILD</title><content type='html'>hahah, im a sick child....! and i couldnt blog for days....&lt;br /&gt;i freaking lost my voice. and im always ZAO-XIAING. yes yes, laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. i haven been to choir for the past two practices. I ATTEND CCAS OKAY! i really do. just sooooo happened that i was a sick child who lost her voice, and therefore cant sing. awww how sad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i just watched Take The Lead on tuesday. haha, me and my sister and friend were irritating the people from the press... oh ya, cos it was a press screening? quite fun la. and you guys out there!! you should go catch this movie. its a good one... inspirational? haha, heartwarming i would say. its coming out on APRIL 13! maybe i'll watch it again then. the dancers are damm hot la. and no im not a les.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IM FRIGGING STRAIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah... dont blame me for this lame entry. i've just completed a simple quiz which actually killed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114431442154890758?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114431442154890758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114431442154890758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114431442154890758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114431442154890758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-sick-child.html' title='IM A SICK CHILD'/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114406058943680217</id><published>2006-04-03T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T03:36:29.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh dear. so many people sick nowadays. first louise then cindy then felicia then sonia then stephanie and now me. well, back home, my mom, then me and now my sister. and guess what, my sister fainted in the toilet just now. scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i was just thinking about some stuffs, and to save you from the trouble of reading a whole chunk of paragraph and then me leading on to a total different matter, let me just summerise it briefly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;is it a crime for people to lead their own lives? so what if he or she is a teacher, does it matter if he or she leads a different lifestyle outside school? and yes.. im referring to someone somewhere. JUST LET THEM LIVE THEIR OWN LIVES WILL YOU?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why cant i ever do the right things? like. okay, im always saying the wrong things at the wrong times. i think.. but yea, i just cant help it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;does it really pay to be nice to someone? well sometimes i really think it doesnt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;right, im gonna see a doctor now.&lt;br /&gt;whee.... 3 sick people are gonna go to the doctors now. SPREAD THE VIRUS. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114406058943680217?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114406058943680217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114406058943680217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114406058943680217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114406058943680217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114364516590967580</id><published>2006-03-29T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T07:12:51.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah, i just had the SCARIEST NIGHTMARE EVER. i mean like which nightmare isnt scary but, THIS IS!!! gosh, guess what! like i dreamt that james had the ugliest hairstyle ever. and like. okay, he dao-ed me! IMAGINE THAT! haha. well it was all a dream. i cant remember who was at scene in the dream too. hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, its kinda sad that i cant attend school tml cos of some lame follow up at KK. eeew. i seriously prefer CGH than that. bloody kingkong hospital. AND I CANT EVEN RUSH BACK TO SCH FOR CHARACTER FIRST PERIOD! yes anyway. cindy and louise are going back to sch tml!!! i missed them la! and now i'll be gone and they'll be back. WELL AT LEAST I'LL BE MISSED THIS TIME. (: okay im kidding. haha furby only found out bout my condition today. okay.... and she asked, "so what's your lifespan now?" hahahah. interesting question.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, another thing happened today. like ben ee and john were playing with this string they took from the bookshop. hahha, ben ee was holding it from outside our class while john at the first level. then john ran all the way up to the fourth floor leading the string behind him la! then they wanted to tie the whole rubbish bag to the string and throw it down. RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA. they didnt care la, they were like, "aiyah, the most caning only. fun first." okay....but too bad there were glass chips in the rubbish bag. well, they threw john's bag down instead. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I JOINED THE TAF CLUB WITH THEIR TENNIS TODAY! well, me, glory, doro, wanhwa, and reg were thinking of joining. VOLUNTEER BASIS. hahah, i was the nice ball picker and attacker. and i cant believe mr chan's a tennis coach la! i thought he only specialised in shaking his ass at salsa. well, he said he's more of a qualified tennis coach instead. so.. now we know: he's an ARSE SHAKING TENNIS COACH CUM SALSA DANCER. oh ya, see the link there? the footwork in tennis involves the dance steps too! hahaa. gay dangling balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yes yes yes, im diabetic. type 1. but not like you think: i ate too much sugar? noooo. hahhaa. do your research before you talk to me. (: and yes, im still as normal as you are. so dont worry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114364516590967580?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114364516590967580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114364516590967580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114364516590967580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114364516590967580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/03/hahah-i-just-had-scariest-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114355697843802471</id><published>2006-03-28T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T06:42:58.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah screw you all.</title><content type='html'>okay fine. im dumb. haha, my sister just had a great laugh fooling me. DAMM HER. like i didnt know she changed my msn nick la! it was like "HI I SO STUPID" then the personal message: "HAHA, IM REALLY DUMB." and i didnt realise till someone told me la. okay fine. i admit i was dumb. WAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i seriously seriously hate it when people do not ans their phones or reply smses. LIKE WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THE PHONE FOR?!?!?! screw you all. well, lucky im a nice girl. but really, does it really pay to be nice to others? i really wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was right. my mom's coming home tmr and im like... "okay.. she's back. oh nooooo." hahah, BUT i cant go to the airport tmr. im thinking of whether i should skip school. its always the same routine each day- keep snoozing my alarm. then think about my plans for the day while semi conscious. then go back to sleep. human alarm rings next, and i draaaaaaaag till well, im ALMOST LATE for school? so. moral of the story: make plans the day before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114355697843802471?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114355697843802471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114355697843802471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114355697843802471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114355697843802471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/03/ah-screw-you-all.html' title='ah screw you all.'/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114346725820433262</id><published>2006-03-27T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T05:47:38.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;news of 3JOY BULLYING MR CLEMENT NG HAS SPREADDDDDDDDDDDDED. woolala.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT YOU'VE HEARD IS SO &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT TRUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; LO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;mr ng walked in to class, and he was like "oh, so you guys dont want my lesson la?". obvious reply: "no..." so, he threatened to walk out of class. then he went "its okay if you dont have lessons now, you can always stay back in the afternoon for extra lessons." of course we invited him in. &lt;strong&gt;duh&lt;/strong&gt;. or what you call "self-invitation". so he walked back in, we greeted him. then blah blah blah. we were like settling down to get ready for lesson, I WAS READY. haha. i always am. (you can start lessons even with junk on your table what.) anyway here's an OBVIOUS FACT: 3joy takes really loooooong to settle down for lessons. its normal for teachers to wait for a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;LITTLE WHILE&lt;/span&gt;!!! well, weird thing is mr ng couldnt wait today. so he flared up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt scary la, cause we- as in brianna, yang yang and me- knew what he's like. gentle sissified mr nice guy/gay. this is supposed to be a compliment. well anyway, here's how he flared up: turned off the OHP, (or whatever you call it) took his things. put his things down again. erased the board. pulled up the projector screen. tried to push in his chair REAL HARD. took his things. stomped out. turned around when he reached the door. then SLAM. hahaha. im sorry but i cant help laughing la. you just cant change the first impression of someone that easily. well so my conclusion, mr ng is still a gentle sissified mr nice guy/gay who tried to be angry and violent. and fails. ): sad sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.......&lt;br /&gt;in the staff room.&lt;br /&gt;from what i heard, he complained to mrs tey. and yes, not that it makes much of a difference. BUT like many teachers know bout 3joy's BAD STUFFS already la.&lt;br /&gt;get this right: 3joy aint that bad. you'll realise in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, about yesterday. well, church was GREAT. had lots of fun irritating veron. she's just so innocent la! i hope.... okay, im lying. well anyway, i just love the part when i pulled up my shirt to realise my undies were above my pants which was like dropping real bad. hahah. HOT UNDIES. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eee, i just remembered i smelt like belachan after fnn practical today.&lt;br /&gt;how sad, i couldnt go out...&lt;br /&gt;well someday we will ya? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114346725820433262?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114346725820433262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114346725820433262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114346725820433262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114346725820433262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114330704374097429</id><published>2006-03-25T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T09:17:23.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes yes yes, yet another tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;and like halfway through the day, i felt like a total idiot. why? i cant say why. i promised. but yea.... i was so bloody confused at all that was said. previously and now. i dont know. can i still trust you now? somehow im hurt, but yet i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, whatever. (okay i sound so bimbotic. eee.) but seriously, whatever la. ): i guess i'll just believe you? but no matter what you're going through, and you need someone to talk to, theres one above, or me? i'll be around.. i will. but i guess you have other people to turn to, so no worries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, its finally sunday again. CHURCH!!! hopefully my dad'll allow me to go tml. but whether he does or not, i'll still go. call it defiency or whatever. i probably dont care? yes, and later on after church, we're gonna go for a run at the park behind. IM FAT ALREADY. and i hope tml's the day i relieve all the hurt and pain inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, this reminds me. friday was quite amazing la. my hair didn get cut. (well, if it did i'll probably scream, which i dont usually do. i freaking cut it on SUNDAY for the bloody spotcheck. AND i'd have called my mom even if she was in the middle of an important meeting in london!- that is, if i can get through my mom la.) but thankfully, they didnt cut my hair. haha, but monday has yet to come.... we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the laptop's getting so hot now...&lt;br /&gt;im gonna goooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114330704374097429?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114330704374097429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114330704374097429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114330704374097429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114330704374097429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/03/yes-yes-yes-yet-another-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114295817753214690</id><published>2006-03-21T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T08:27:16.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scaryyy</title><content type='html'>i've finally added songs in here. nicholas chose it. hahha, like only after i tried 10 other songs? never mind. i shall wait for MOOOOOOOOORE. either teddy geiger's "she's on my mind" or wait for more christian songs lo. and yes, the starting of this current song on the blog is scary. it freaked me out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, well today supposed to go out with joyce and james. but couldnt make it. didnt have time. GARH. oh well. just have to wait for another day then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. mom's not in singapore. all the wayyyyyy in london. BOO. like no nagging machine ard, weird. and my dad went out with his friends. NOBODY'S nagging me!!! SOOOOOO weird! and neglected. hahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY MOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;8 more days... ):&lt;br /&gt;haha, i'd probably be complaining when the day comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH bibly study tml...! (aka bitching session)&lt;br /&gt;so look forward to it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114295817753214690?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114295817753214690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114295817753214690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114295817753214690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114295817753214690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/03/scaryyy.html' title='scaryyy'/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114286134245002916</id><published>2006-03-20T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T08:30:34.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TERM 2, DAY 1.</title><content type='html'>TERM 2, DAY 1&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, thats what mrs tan said this morning during assembly. oh and cool stuffs. DOREEN TANG AND TEY MUI HONG are VEEEEERRYYYYYYY powerful now. like whoa, turn around during assembly you'd see two little women behind. SAME HEIGHT SAME SIZE. (only one with a cute tummy.) not that im very tall, BUT REALLY. OH, and &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt;. i repeat. &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; underestimate those two. they can scare the crap out of you. haha, im bored and lazy to do my work, so i just have to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, to start the day off this morning, i was ALMOST LATE for school. great chance to pon school. but well, i shall keep my record clean. i dont skip school. DONT. by the time i was outside the school gate, there were like humans stationed there. well, but they make much of a difference. EXAMPLE: miss chee (wonderful vice principal) caught doro for her nametag and doro just walked off. and YES. i cant imagine that too. DOROTHY LEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that point i thought i was safe. but i was SICKENINGLY WRONG. GENERAL OFFICE: miss eugenia lim was there. haha, she was like "im not going to be bias." so obviously we were caught for all that attire crap la. hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first five periods was ALL food and nutrition. wasted one period waiting. and i forgot to bring my apron when i was the one who reminded the others to bring. yes, i know. im dumb right. yea and blah blah blah. lesson went on. and MELISSA DIDNT COME! me and louise predicted that we would be the next target for B.F. aka bitch fit. i guess we were partially right? but okay, the lesson was alright compared to any other teachers' lessons. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEY FREAKING HATE 3JOY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just cause we're noisy and all doesnt mean we all that you described right? BIG EXAMPLE: "you express kids act like normal tech kids." &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh come on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i sooooo look forward to pe tomorrow. soh yuan yuan- my favourite teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im lying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114286134245002916?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114286134245002916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114286134245002916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114286134245002916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114286134245002916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/03/term-2-day-1.html' title='TERM 2, DAY 1.'/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114268847254122896</id><published>2006-03-18T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T05:27:52.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah, as you can see. i've changed my blog skin. HOWWW CUTE. and its happier by the way. right, i didnt have time to blog for the past few days. lots of things have been going on lately, and i have no idea where to begin with. lets begin with the happy ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well on thursday i was at sentosa. yeaa, with shiyang, glory, veron and ade. its kinda disappointing a lot of us werent able to go... and i FREAKING MISS 2INTEGRITY'05. and the teachers too. ): okay, anyway all of us arranged to meet at 10 on that day, but i woke up only at 10.10? not surprising. but hey, i rushed down to meet them okay. and i was the FIRST. :D not exactly la, but lets make things sound better huh? oh and VERON DID NOT ANSWER HER HANDPHONE, and by the time she came it was 11.40? so its her fault. HAHAHA. when we finally reached sentosa, it was already.... LATE. okay, im lazy to talk bout what we did there. BUT I REMEMBERED VERON HIT HER OWN HEAD WITH THE BALL THAT SHE SERVED HERSELF. hilarious. so overall, all i can say that its... fun? yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TODAY. my gosh. how bloody irritating can singaporeans be? not that im not one, but like. WHAT THE FUCK. okay, to start with. im nice enough to attend flagday to raise funds for these little kids which mr lau and another guy were crapping about already la. then these sickening adults at WOODLANDS were like bloody dao. just shake your head or whatever la. dont freaking give me THAT LOOK. garh. i conclude that malays are actually nice people la. i dont have to approach them to ask for donations. they walk right up to me can. gosh, im so ashamed im chinese. okay im kidding. i still hate *****s. (: we headed down to orchard to hand up the money bags. oh and i saw the FOOD FEAST miss lim was talking bout. amazing....!! truthfully, it felt like some temple vegeterian food give-away. i shall not comment or i'll end up talking bout guan yin ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap. i just remembered the whole chunk of homework. i shall only do chinese and fnn man. THEY SCARE THE CRAP OUT OF ME. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114268847254122896?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114268847254122896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114268847254122896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114268847254122896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114268847254122896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/03/hahah-as-you-can-see.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114242027897069354</id><published>2006-03-15T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T02:57:58.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thinking back, i wonder how much me and my dad have drifted apart. ha, is it me? or him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was horrible. absolutely horrible.&lt;br /&gt;do you even fucking understand me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID you even bother to clarify stuffs before screaming your ass off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wish to elaborate. you just make my blood boil and my tears flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, lets be realistic.&lt;br /&gt;you think i really wanna live on? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HA. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SERIOUSLY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you're dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well like you said, you wouldnt fucking bother if i land up in the hospital again.&lt;br /&gt;you think i do?&lt;br /&gt;if you call this "home", trust me.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather never ever come back "home" if i had a choice.&lt;br /&gt;who would wanna come back to a home to be bitched at, vented angers on, or even strangled?&lt;br /&gt;i really wished you killed me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;then all of us wouldnt have to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;just hold a fucking funeral for me and cremate me.&lt;br /&gt;end of story isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bastard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you even realise how painful it is for me, let alone handle the stress?&lt;br /&gt;yes it aint our fault.&lt;br /&gt;just leave me alone and i'll still live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im beginning to hate you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114242027897069354?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114242027897069354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114242027897069354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114242027897069354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114242027897069354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/03/thinking-back-i-wonder-how-much-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114235096389743827</id><published>2006-03-14T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T07:47:19.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright. so this was supposed to be a "wonderful" day?&lt;br /&gt;ha, what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as screwed as any normal day.&lt;br /&gt;i try hard not to think bout you.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;but do you even understand how i feel?&lt;br /&gt;you claim you're always busy.&lt;br /&gt;yea im sure you are.&lt;br /&gt;im sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh, and i fucking hate it whenever people &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; reply me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, i have no bloody mood to blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fucking cowheads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;piss me off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114235096389743827?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114235096389743827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114235096389743827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114235096389743827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114235096389743827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/03/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114225737651451424</id><published>2006-03-13T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T06:35:12.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;hahha, im finally back.&lt;br /&gt;alright. its been like a year since i lazt blogged?&lt;br /&gt;well, hopefully blogging will somehow distract me?&lt;br /&gt;AND IVE FINALLY DELETED THE PREVIOUS ENTRIES. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, its &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 march 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;its felicia's birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ass.&lt;br /&gt;haha, she's so dumb la. dont even know how to open a SIMPLE present.&lt;br /&gt;(well the person who wrapped it was QUITE dumb too la huh?)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH and her g-string rocks big time.&lt;br /&gt;to felicia: so sorry man, didnt get you a cake, BUT the shirt is good enough okay.&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to get you a wig to make up for your burnt hair.&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, hopefully you'll slim down and fit into the shirt ya. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, and there was choir today?&lt;br /&gt;alright, yangkai's leaving? so is miss yee i guess.&lt;br /&gt;choir's gonna fall???&lt;br /&gt;hopefully not la, i dont want to end up cca-less and join library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i seriously dont feel like writing suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114225737651451424?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114225737651451424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114225737651451424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114225737651451424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114225737651451424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/03/hahha-im-finally-back.html' title=''/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162323.post-114113256107166537</id><published>2006-02-28T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T05:16:01.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blahhs.</title><content type='html'>.testing entry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23162323-114113256107166537?l=gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/feeds/114113256107166537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162323&amp;postID=114113256107166537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114113256107166537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162323/posts/default/114113256107166537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeously-ugly.blogspot.com/2006/02/blahhs.html' title='blahhs.'/><author><name>fiiona.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06219167801910194061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
