<?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-28830372</id><updated>2011-05-21T04:39:36.824+08:00</updated><category term='lunch with mr seow and mag'/><title type='text'>For all of this, I think i'm better off without u</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>210</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-5582738410436045196</id><published>2008-08-16T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:52:52.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh!&lt;br /&gt;english oral was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i could get a merit or so.&lt;br /&gt;I totally screwed up my oral and i thought i side track too much&lt;br /&gt;But i sincerely pray that the examiner will be as lenient as my chinese oral examiner. I highly doubt so. What natural area? Stupid topic.&lt;br /&gt;i was hoping they'd give something easier.&lt;br /&gt;In the end i managed to rattle through by telling them that i would really love to go amazon rainforest (which i dont) and even brought in my geography knowledge of saying how human activities had affected the Kalimantan rainforeset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray i'll pass. I pray i'll get merit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;I freaking got a Distinction for chinese oral even though i was hyperventilating inside and i remember vividly that the examiner even had to calm me down by saying " BU YAO JING ZHANG! SHENG YI KOU QI" because i stopped and blanked out in the middle of the conversion and actually went "AH!" * stares* followed by " ZHEN ME BAN!!!" and almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i made an awesome first impression by falling off the chair. The chair was spoilt!&lt;br /&gt;Besides, they just kept laughing and laughing just because i read a few words wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results day.&lt;br /&gt;I remember everyone was anxious.&lt;br /&gt;we were afraid too - of our results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually thinking " im going to retake it anyway"&lt;br /&gt;1. screw up oral&lt;br /&gt;2. read the question wrongly and wrote the entire letter wrongly&lt;br /&gt;3. did not manage to complete the last 2 questions of my main paper.&lt;br /&gt;4. Did not know how to read 5 words out of every 10 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZINGLY.&lt;br /&gt;I MANAGED TO SCORE AN A1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS ECSTATIC!&lt;br /&gt;I would say that was something i wouldnt expect.&lt;br /&gt;The best i thought i would get was only a B3.&lt;br /&gt;alright. 1 paper clear.&lt;br /&gt;8 more to go. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love chemistry&lt;br /&gt;I hate physics&lt;br /&gt;I love a math&lt;br /&gt;I hate emath&lt;br /&gt;I love mep&lt;br /&gt;I hate combined humans.&lt;br /&gt;I love lit&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared for english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope to get my 10 points.&lt;br /&gt;GO GO TIFFANY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-5582738410436045196?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/5582738410436045196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=5582738410436045196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5582738410436045196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5582738410436045196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2008/08/argh-english-oral-was-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-289482840490823097</id><published>2008-07-13T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:22:05.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a long time&lt;br /&gt;too caught up with tests and everything&lt;br /&gt;i'm like trying to catch my breath everyday&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I went for RJC and VJC audition&lt;br /&gt;and yep, i'm not ashame to say that RJC turned me down&lt;br /&gt;as for the VJC one, i have a bad feeling abt it&lt;br /&gt;but its okay, because i believe if its God's will, nothing i can do to change it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure He has a plan for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened&lt;br /&gt;And i suppose my "public relations" are really really bad&lt;br /&gt;Idk, i just get this feeling that many ppl dislike me, even though half the time those people had never spoken to me for more than two sentences.&lt;br /&gt;And i really dont care&lt;br /&gt;I dont need them to like me to continue living my life.&lt;br /&gt;Yea thats all... my super dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;do tag if you read..haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-289482840490823097?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/289482840490823097/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-4296303804123473863</id><published>2008-04-28T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:43:33.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess i must have missed my church friends too much :D&lt;br /&gt;and i sort of had a super weird dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of the p4 church camp.&lt;br /&gt;the coach and everything&lt;br /&gt;ahmygad, i cant believe i actually rmb every single details of the camp.&lt;br /&gt;subconscious memory har...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. so i rmbed i shared room with joanne&lt;br /&gt;played catching with the kids...joanne, lydia, etc.&lt;br /&gt;breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;meals with the youth. yili and ya, the older youths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while sleeping. somewhere in my head...i heard myself saying "wake up tiffany, u're late for school" so i woke up, it was not even 6.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to pee and got back to bed again&lt;br /&gt;then i had another dream again.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that mr cher ( mep teacher) was the boss of carls junior.&lt;br /&gt;and coincidentally, zikai was working part time there...&lt;br /&gt;so i went to eat at carls junior cos zikai said he could give me a discount.&lt;br /&gt;AND WOAH. the burger was like the size of a table!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;and whats surprising is that..&lt;br /&gt;i actually RMB every single thing i dreamt..&lt;br /&gt;scary isnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! 5 mins gone.&lt;br /&gt;i got to mug.&lt;br /&gt;bye BLOG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-4296303804123473863?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-2612325229136265395</id><published>2008-03-10T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:41:41.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Offerer&lt;br /&gt;Offering&lt;br /&gt;Offer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God had been faithful.&lt;br /&gt;I havent.&lt;br /&gt;I've been caught up with too many things. superficial things.&lt;br /&gt;its time to get back to the right track.&lt;br /&gt;i've wasted too much time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-2612325229136265395?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/2612325229136265395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Okay. i have 2X24 hours to get ALL these done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics spa file&lt;br /&gt;read up haydn notes&lt;br /&gt;study for my upcoming tests&lt;br /&gt;perfect my mozart for oboe&lt;br /&gt;perfect my 3rd piece for piano&lt;br /&gt;attempt to do some of my S.S hmwk and leave the rest to james.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my upcoming schedule&lt;br /&gt;monday- chem spa (o levels) , descriptive writing essay&lt;br /&gt;tues - physics test&lt;br /&gt;thus- math, geog test&lt;br /&gt;fri - social studies graded due&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant rmb which day my chem test is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M SO UBER DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. this week has been great. If not for the fact that chinese lesson sucks so much &amp;amp; my eyelid muscles doesnt seem to be quite fit for such strenous work out. and it kept dropping :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And jethro doesnt seem to be in a happy mood :(&lt;br /&gt;its okay jet, u just need a dose of tiffany :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/R78IHAnDlUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/3K3q6q1IJYE/s1600-h/Image182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169859813760537922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/R78IHAnDlUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/3K3q6q1IJYE/s400/Image182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona's fat arm....we sorta pia two movie that day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/R78IHQnDlVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7qo4sRgxAiw/s1600-h/Image191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169859818055505234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/R78IHQnDlVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7qo4sRgxAiw/s400/Image191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. it was james birthday on thus. Look at the balloon :) My wonderful taste and idea!&lt;br /&gt;and this photo was taken because HE FORCED me to take a picture of him taking a picture of himself. wth. his phone was jam-packed with his own pictures after so many spastic posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/R78IHgnDlWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/aHQThadVz88/s1600-h/Image192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169859822350472546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/R78IHgnDlWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/aHQThadVz88/s400/Image192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went prata-ing with fiona. Ahmygad! look at him :)&lt;br /&gt;we sat there for 1 hour plus and he remained like this for 1 hour plus.&lt;br /&gt;P.R.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/R78IHwnDlXI/AAAAAAAAAYM/o2tfBEf4OVs/s1600-h/Image193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169859826645439858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/R78IHwnDlXI/AAAAAAAAAYM/o2tfBEf4OVs/s400/Image193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy plate :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SMILE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT TO WATCH L CHANGE THE WORLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DONT CARE OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOMEONE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WATCH WITH ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats about it !! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-7007380439243136311?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/7007380439243136311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=7007380439243136311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/7007380439243136311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/7007380439243136311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2008/02/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/R78IHAnDlUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/3K3q6q1IJYE/s72-c/Image182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-6622801251382124376</id><published>2008-02-17T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:22:40.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mum is outrageously unreasonable okay!&lt;br /&gt;she freaking went to sms my friends and ask them stupid questions like how old are they etc.&lt;br /&gt;that sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. enough about that..&lt;br /&gt;i shall thank those who actually hear me vent..&lt;br /&gt;1) mr bay&lt;br /&gt;2)fiona phoon&lt;br /&gt;3) natalie chung&lt;br /&gt;4) jonliang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. and annice and fiona for being my...all-time-friends&lt;br /&gt;as in...i know they'll be there for me if i need their help or something :)&lt;br /&gt;xie xie ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i feel like i've been a reserve to many.&lt;br /&gt;I havent been to church for like 2 weeks, and no one actually called to ask how i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;or why i didnt go.&lt;br /&gt;i guess its alright because that just shows that i'm not really a friend to anyone in my church.&lt;br /&gt;in class, its the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;when i miss school on friday, no one called to ask why i didnt go. i guess it just shows how insignificant i am.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i can always count on ppl like cheryl, fiona, annice, jonliang, jethro they all to hear my vents.. because no matter how many times i flare up on them or whatsoever...they would magnanimously forgive me &amp;amp; still talk to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..thank you all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-6622801251382124376?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/6622801251382124376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=6622801251382124376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/6622801251382124376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/6622801251382124376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-mum-is-outrageously-unreasonable.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-559100421925081901</id><published>2008-01-31T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:12:05.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 more year to leave whatever TO.&lt;br /&gt;yes, meanwhile i shall persevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate hate hate that retarded place.&lt;br /&gt;hate hate hate those ppl&lt;br /&gt;hate hate hate that kinda freaking aura&lt;br /&gt;you get scolded for not playing&lt;br /&gt;you get scolded for playing&lt;br /&gt;you dont get to sit wherever you like&lt;br /&gt;young/old, they are so damnit competitive&lt;br /&gt;ppl there are outrageously hypocrites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w.h.a.t.e.v.e.r&lt;br /&gt;i'm definitely leaving that place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-559100421925081901?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/559100421925081901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=559100421925081901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/559100421925081901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/559100421925081901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-more-year-to-leave-whatever-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-4628074884933005260</id><published>2008-01-27T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:32:41.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been ages since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;i almost forgot that i had a blog (that no one reads anyway)&lt;br /&gt;school has been a blast.&lt;br /&gt;i totally forgot about my blog until yesterday..kevin texted me to ask for an update abt myself.&lt;br /&gt;totally appreciated that because i havent seen him since sec 2? &amp;amp; haha...he still remembers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like woah. the freaking amount of tests, pressure, work they placed on us..its simple crazy man.&lt;br /&gt;on the average, i spend up to 12 hours in school per day.&lt;br /&gt;my free-est day would be wednesday cos i get to leave school at 3.30&lt;br /&gt;and get to sleep/ rest until 6 before heading to ccab for to pract.&lt;br /&gt;i know this is like totally "no life"&lt;br /&gt;but the only place i go besides school would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) church&lt;br /&gt;2)ccab&lt;br /&gt;3)mr seow's place&lt;br /&gt;4)mr bay's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church..hmmm.. when was the last time i had lunch with them, i think it was on christmas! 1 month pass by so fast. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for TO. omg, i really think that prata cafe became a favourite hangout for us.. well, at least for me. i've been visiting it consecutively for the last 3 practice. first was with rachel and james, followed by rachel, james, and that flute guy..ahmygad, somehow i just cant remember his name no matter how many times he told me...i think it has been half a year already..then the last one was with chermaine. Anyway, i'm still contented about how things work out..even though there's like 2 practs a week...at least now there's james to keep me entertained until bishan mrt :) Oh! and jimmy the cute korean guy !!! im like sitting next to him for handel fireworks!! bleh =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw i miss shuks damn alot !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for oboe lessons. great. wonderful. awesome. mr seow is like leaving super soon. And he's totally just going to leave me alone in singapore to rot and die for my O levels. then i'll be teacher-less :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mr bay...he abit not crazy, exam's is in 2 months time..and YAY! we havent master all our 3 pieces yet. &amp;amp; he's there, telling us that he thinks that we can pass. wonder where did he get all that confidence from..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's only 4 tests this week :) phew!&lt;br /&gt;mep, lit,social studies and math..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. my personal target for O's. 8 points :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english A2&lt;br /&gt;chinese A1&lt;br /&gt;math A1&lt;br /&gt;amath A2&lt;br /&gt;physics B4&lt;br /&gt;chemistry A1&lt;br /&gt;mep A1&lt;br /&gt;combined humans B4&lt;br /&gt;lit B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! GO TIFFANY!&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN DO IT !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-4628074884933005260?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/4628074884933005260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=4628074884933005260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4628074884933005260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4628074884933005260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-has-been-ages-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-3962723460488000055</id><published>2008-01-06T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:00:51.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/R4DeUsP8MLI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Sv_dEjAVN6Q/s1600-h/blahblah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152362420768616626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/R4DeUsP8MLI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Sv_dEjAVN6Q/s400/blahblah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; took my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; scrolled through my contacts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; continued studying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-3962723460488000055?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/3962723460488000055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=3962723460488000055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3962723460488000055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3962723460488000055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2008/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/R4DeUsP8MLI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Sv_dEjAVN6Q/s72-c/blahblah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-5827077760715564116</id><published>2007-12-17T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:05:44.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My frequent MSN convo buddies are disappearing!&lt;br /&gt;candidate 1 : Louisa - probably still in australia enjoying her hols.&lt;br /&gt;candidate 2 : Fiona - away for church camp.&lt;br /&gt;candidate 3 : Cheryl - she decided to stop msn-ing and concentrate on chionging her maple level.&lt;br /&gt;candidate 4 : Natalie - currently in hongkong having fun with mickey&lt;br /&gt;candidate 5 : Yonghan - NS sucks (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;candidate 6 : Jonliang - i think he's leaving to somewhere for hols, is it african?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty unproductive today. woke up at like 5 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, then tv-ed till 10.&lt;br /&gt;I promise i'm going to study after typing this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-5827077760715564116?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/5827077760715564116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=5827077760715564116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5827077760715564116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5827077760715564116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-frequent-msn-convo-buddies-are.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-4263676120649250508</id><published>2007-12-07T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T23:34:44.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;MARY-ANNE! I'M HUNGRY! (GAY COLOUR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! mary-anne got into the finals of national piano and violin competition!&lt;br /&gt;she plays the violin - my fave instrument :)&lt;br /&gt;Omg. so you're confirm getting the cash prize already. Be it $400, $800 or $1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEED ME!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Mary-anne is my new idol :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;oh. my previous was jon mclaughlin cos he has a hot voice! But who cares about him now when u have&lt;strong&gt; MARY-ANNE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then benjamin lee didnt make it into the finals :(&lt;br /&gt;You know im really sad! I feel like crying manxzzz :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1) Benlee is sec 2 and he plays really well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2) Benlee is a cute guy who has really nice dimples &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3) Benlee's disappointed looks is really heart-aching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfair! I want him in so i can see him again !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. &amp;amp; Shawn neo made it into the semi-finals.&lt;br /&gt;See la...all the late night convo and everything. Yay! 2 more rounds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-4263676120649250508?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/4263676120649250508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=4263676120649250508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4263676120649250508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4263676120649250508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/12/mary-anne-im-hungry-gay-colour-yay-mary.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-814315600154368346</id><published>2007-12-06T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T21:24:37.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IN SHORT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE PRICE OF BREATHING IS "RUSTING" ; THEREFORE AGING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal oxygen molecules have paired electrons in orbit around a proton nucleus. During metabolism, 2 percent of the oxygen molecules lose an orbiting electron and are left with a single unpaired electron. This is an unstable state in nature. This resulting oxygen molecule is called an oxygen-free radical. To stabilize itself, the free radical will capture an electron from an adjacent molecule. However, this molecule will then become a new free radical, and it will repeat the process. We now have a chain reaction in the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The effect of these rapid electron transfers is called oxidation. It's the same process that makes nails rusty and apple slices turn brown. Bruce Ames, a noted antioxidant scientist, states that a single oxygen-free radical will create 3,000 new free radicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mathematics of this free radical chain reaction is incredible. Do the math -one trillion molecules of oxygen go through each cell every day. We know that 2 percent of them will be converted to oxygen-free radicals, or 20 billion per cell each day. If each free radical creates 3,000 new free radicals (a process called biological magnification) the grand total loosed in the body can be as high as 60 trillion free radicals per cell per day. Ames also calculates that there are 100,000 free radical hits per day, directly on the cell nucleus, genes, and DNA (the programmer of life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passwater states that not only do free radicals rob normal molecules of electrons, they also destroy key enzymes, protein molecules, and even entire cells. Remember, the more of your cells that die each day, the sooner YOU die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body tries to neutralize these hits with antioxidant enzymes, which can repair 99 percent to 99.9 percent of the damage, leaving 1,000 points of damage per cell per day that are not repaired. This damage accumulates relentlessly. By the time you're 50, there are a few million oxygen-free radical lesions per cell. Thirty percent of your cellular protein has been damaged and has been turned into "rusty junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is this cumulative damage that makes us age prematurely and acquire disease. Eighty to 90 percent of the diseases of mankind are due to free racial damage. Carper has stated that as we age, our defense against oxidation (free radical attack) is less and less, and damage to cells accumulates even more rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above information is taken wholly from the below website&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.synergyworldwide.com/synergycorp/Content.aspx?PageID=1942"&gt;http://www.synergyworldwide.com/synergycorp/Content.aspx?PageID=1942&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-814315600154368346?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/814315600154368346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=814315600154368346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/814315600154368346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/814315600154368346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-short.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-8486824325869436752</id><published>2007-12-06T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:14:45.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/R1fIHcZZbHI/AAAAAAAAAU0/CkCkW80I1xU/s1600-h/kboxx.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140797529874066546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/R1fIHcZZbHI/AAAAAAAAAU0/CkCkW80I1xU/s400/kboxx.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbox!&lt;br /&gt;Went Kbox-ing with my sister and her two students!&lt;br /&gt;Louisa &amp;amp; Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;Louisa is really pretty and incredibly nice to get along with :D&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel is kinda fun but really annoying....hmmm...RJ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, what is so weird about singing christmas carols in Kbox.&lt;br /&gt;Somemore i only sang two christmas songs which are &lt;strong&gt;JOY TO THE WORLD&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;JINGLE BELLS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont find it embarrassing okay...Afterall, the jolly season is here &amp;amp; the lovely monsoon rain! &lt;3 Then my sister made it sound such a big deal- like its very embarrassing?&lt;br /&gt;got meh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Louisa just texted me awhile ago (: Hopefully we can meet on Friday night again!&lt;br /&gt;Then i can sing my christmas carols again! whheeee!&lt;br /&gt;Shuks, see la...dont let me sing on the phone then now i have to go and pay money to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH...the following is &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHAWN NEO! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GET INTO THE FINALS SO YOU CAN GIVE US A TREAT! GOOD LUCK :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-8486824325869436752?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/8486824325869436752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=8486824325869436752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8486824325869436752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8486824325869436752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/12/kbox-went-kbox-ing-with-my-sister-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/R1fIHcZZbHI/AAAAAAAAAU0/CkCkW80I1xU/s72-c/kboxx.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-3276112560814306539</id><published>2007-12-04T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T04:38:37.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tried having a mass conference (on the phone) whereby no one speaks/talks and you're the only one wanting to be entertained and since no one does the job, you self-entertained yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks alot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate pole dancers yo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hate them manxzz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Especially during peak hours when everyone on the train are heading home after a long gruelling day of work. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Chemical potential energy is being used by the human body to change into Kinetic energy in order to do work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Kinetic energy is use to do work and overcoming friction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Force used to overcome frictional force changes kinetic energy into heat/sound &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Heat forces human to perspire.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Perspiration from human stinks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Redox action then takes place as the cologne/perfume used by man/woman reacts with the perspiration.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. As a result, a new product is formed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Conclusion : the new product has an extremely unbearable smell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So imagine...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're on your way home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the train is human-packed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; everyone starts squeezing like mad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh dear! the train jerks and you reach out for the nearest pole to grab so that you can maintain your balance. Afterall, meeting your "prince charming" on the train doesnt seems like a great idea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You felt the touch of human flesh instead of the cold pole.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You look up...and there you have a snake-like thing with its whole body coiled against the pole.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; giving you an angry look just because u've intruded its territory-u tried to grab the pole..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That is REALLY inconsiderate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not trying to be racist or whatsoever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I absolutely hate blangla workers boarding the train or bus in like a pack?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish that there was a practice of  "crowd control"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Needless to state the reason - their hygiene status. Their overwhelming smell...ahmygad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; THEY SERIOUSLY NEED TO LEARN HOW TO KEEP THEIR HANDS TO THEMSELVES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh dear. why am I reminiscing my worst experience.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohmy! I'm feeling super disgusted now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-3276112560814306539?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/3276112560814306539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=3276112560814306539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3276112560814306539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3276112560814306539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/12/have-you-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-1803912440090913286</id><published>2007-11-28T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T16:10:42.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/R00iT2SR7jI/AAAAAAAAATk/8Ct28WR4UMA/s1600-h/IMG_0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137800474284650034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/R00iT2SR7jI/AAAAAAAAATk/8Ct28WR4UMA/s400/IMG_0748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I'm kinda too lazy to post anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm just going to copy and paste from my other blog :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was yesterday's post i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band camp today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I really DO deserves a thumbs up for being able to sleep during combine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Ong went "girls, you should play like this....blahX100" and the next moment i knew was mag shaking me vigorously...&amp;amp; feeling irritated i went like, "WAHLAO. WHAT YOU WANT" (really loud) then i realised that Mr Ong was staring at me like.....WOAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there you have it, i was actually sleeping !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; stupid me, I think im like incredibly screwed-i get upset over things that are seriously not worth it. Crap. But the joke book that matthew gave for my birthday was super effective :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-1803912440090913286?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/1803912440090913286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=1803912440090913286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/1803912440090913286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/1803912440090913286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/R00iT2SR7jI/AAAAAAAAATk/8Ct28WR4UMA/s72-c/IMG_0748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-7155266012728199844</id><published>2007-11-20T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:29:44.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;JAPAN IS SO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;BRRRR...ITS COLD TOO.&lt;br /&gt;FIONA, I HAVENT BOUGHT UR PERFUME YET!&lt;br /&gt;WHEEE!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-7155266012728199844?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/7155266012728199844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=7155266012728199844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/7155266012728199844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/7155266012728199844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-4910897323585427068</id><published>2007-11-13T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T00:28:20.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUS DRAMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh. did i mention that i met this super kind hearted guy on my way to piano yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went up onto the bus- realised that i forgot to bring my ez-link card- tried to exchange a 2 dollar note with a pleasant looking guy- he doesnt have enough coins for two bucks- paid my fare using whatever he had without me paying back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG, and i was in the shocked mode....&amp;amp; i sorta didnt thank him properly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna see him again :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David yee's msn message was something like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not having a girlfriend doesnt mean that i'm gay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i suddenly thought of Jethro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because all this while i've been calling him gay because he doesnt have one :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. okay. he claims that he has one now, so....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ex-gay :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-4910897323585427068?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/4910897323585427068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=4910897323585427068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4910897323585427068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4910897323585427068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/11/bus-drama-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-2813739469913997647</id><published>2007-11-13T02:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:10:23.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AMATH IS HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOODBYE A1, HELLO F9!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-2813739469913997647?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/2813739469913997647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=2813739469913997647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/2813739469913997647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/2813739469913997647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/11/amath-is-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-6164613092683286368</id><published>2007-11-11T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T01:48:56.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FIONA PHOON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohcrap. i hope u're not getting sick of me.&lt;br /&gt;i see u practically every single day&lt;br /&gt;eh, i'm like the first person u saw on ur birthday&lt;br /&gt;the first person to sing happy bdae song for you&lt;br /&gt;the first person who wished you happy bdae&lt;br /&gt;then i send via sms though u were next to me&lt;br /&gt;and now on blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gosh. the last thing i want is to be addicted to stupid dumbass dota"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks la. i accompanied your dota-ing for like 4 nights!&lt;br /&gt;okay, i had fun though....FOOD SERVER ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RzXpEsDXinI/AAAAAAAAATM/xvCSL-f9_E8/s1600-h/Image064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131263617212582514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RzXpEsDXinI/AAAAAAAAATM/xvCSL-f9_E8/s320/Image064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. This is like my wuzun bottle.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even dare to bring it to school, cos singapore doesnt sell it &amp;amp; i'm scared that it would get stolen!!&lt;br /&gt;its like some cheapskate mineral bottle&lt;br /&gt;but hello! its from TAIWAN :D&lt;br /&gt;my sis bought it back especially for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINGAPORE DONT HAVE YOU KNOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;OMG. I TOTALLY LOVE THIS BOTTLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RzXpE8DXioI/AAAAAAAAATU/rmIEQzqudDU/s1600-h/Image091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131263621507549826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RzXpE8DXioI/AAAAAAAAATU/rmIEQzqudDU/s320/Image091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like on the bus &amp;amp; i received a call from Mr Sze.&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt pick it up on time, so it was a miss call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i text "yep. you called?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and he replied "oh nothing just fiddling to see who has 3G phone and looks like you do"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me "so you mean you're not in singapore? where are you?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next moment was a video call from him&lt;br /&gt;and his face was like HUMONGOUS&lt;br /&gt;like dominating my whole screen&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;strong&gt;WOAH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i turned off the image part so that he cant see me :D&lt;br /&gt;but i could hear him...&lt;br /&gt;and he was like so excited, bug me to call him back and try again...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; of course, i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was kinda interesting to see a conductor getting so excited over a 3G video phone call.&lt;br /&gt;haha. he made my day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the aftermath was marietta, annice &amp;amp; fiona&lt;br /&gt;marietta left super early okay.&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to roam around the streets&lt;br /&gt;and then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RzXpFMDXipI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pr7Sc_loQzA/s1600-h/Image140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131263625802517138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RzXpFMDXipI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pr7Sc_loQzA/s320/Image140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIONA : OMGOOOSHHH!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME : HAHA. DONT BE SO MEAN LA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANNICE : TAKE PICTURE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIONA : DONT THEY KNOW THAT STRIPES MAKE THEM LOOK FATTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must really give credits to mr syb&lt;br /&gt;he talk super alot&lt;br /&gt;like really WOAH&lt;br /&gt;but lessons with him were always interesting&lt;br /&gt;somehow he'd manage to make a 2 hour lesson feels like a 15 mins one&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he sidetrack super fast&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; mag is like super sad cos she's scared that she cant play oboe anymore&lt;br /&gt;then she will miss him ;D ;D ;D&lt;br /&gt;wheee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-6164613092683286368?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/6164613092683286368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=6164613092683286368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/6164613092683286368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/6164613092683286368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-fiona-phoon-ohcrap.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RzXpEsDXinI/AAAAAAAAATM/xvCSL-f9_E8/s72-c/Image064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-3347736911232448506</id><published>2007-11-05T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:27:53.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you dslike me that much&lt;br /&gt;despise me that much&lt;br /&gt;hate me that much&lt;br /&gt;then why bother befriending me in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;at least that wouldnt hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-3347736911232448506?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/3347736911232448506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=3347736911232448506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3347736911232448506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3347736911232448506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-you-dslike-me-that-much-depise-me.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-367358591237106231</id><published>2007-11-01T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T00:21:28.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPID FIONA PHOON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its only 2 days, and i'm missing you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;come back leh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, how great.&lt;br /&gt;my assessment is tmr :D :D&lt;br /&gt;concert is on sat, 11 am.&lt;br /&gt;go leh! mrs wong said that less than 20% of VCH is filled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; did i mention how great my oboe teacher were?&lt;br /&gt;he's the best manxz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S: have you thought of learning harp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T: no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S: do you want to learn harp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T: no, i dont like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S: haiz, even if you want to learn also cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T: why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S: cos harp is only meant for girls who are pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T: wah! then the more i should take it right!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S: NONONO, you cant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T: why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S: cos you'll be the OUTCAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks la.&lt;br /&gt;wonder if that was his way of de-stressing me-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-367358591237106231?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/367358591237106231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=367358591237106231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/367358591237106231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/367358591237106231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/11/stupid-fiona-phoon-its-only-2-days-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-5707065466811018244</id><published>2007-10-28T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:10:22.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RySHWTIjOjI/AAAAAAAAASk/PUrz1gejNi8/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126371093017475634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RySHWTIjOjI/AAAAAAAAASk/PUrz1gejNi8/s320/Image061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spidey is fiona's friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RySHZDIjOkI/AAAAAAAAASs/hE0DpDavBbI/s1600-h/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126371140262115906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RySHZDIjOkI/AAAAAAAAASs/hE0DpDavBbI/s320/Image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona and Val.&lt;br /&gt;Val, ur neck makes u look like a broken doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RySHaTIjOlI/AAAAAAAAAS0/hDBhvGd6YJI/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126371161736952402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RySHaTIjOlI/AAAAAAAAAS0/hDBhvGd6YJI/s320/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm from a convent...so...hee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with val, fiona and weman on (when was it??) i think either wed or thus.&lt;br /&gt;wenman left earlier for MOS (ministry of sound) for click five concert or something &amp;amp; the rest of us went to fish &amp;amp; co for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;i think we were super AA, like...making lots of noise, taking super unglam pics, giggling non-stop. HAHA. BUT THEIR SERVICE SUCKS MAN!&lt;br /&gt;never go to novena square's fish and co. it&lt;strong&gt; SUCKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RySHajIjOmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/nh6ARv0zkiw/s1600-h/Image082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126371166031919714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RySHajIjOmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/nh6ARv0zkiw/s320/Image082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isabelleyanika.&lt;br /&gt;the most (in)famous girl in our class, or in school?&lt;br /&gt;look at what she's doing in the middle of eng class.&lt;br /&gt;wonder if her dad was the founder of IMH? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RySHbDIjOnI/AAAAAAAAATE/263egn9oSBo/s1600-h/Image090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126371174621854322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RySHbDIjOnI/AAAAAAAAATE/263egn9oSBo/s320/Image090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zikai in attempt to tickle ivan ang.&lt;br /&gt;actually, the process of taking this pic is kinda interesting.&lt;br /&gt;ivan ang had to "ren" the tic-kle-lish-ness for like quite long....&lt;br /&gt;then it was super funny when he say "WAHLAO. VERY &lt;strong&gt;TIC-KLE-LISH&lt;/strong&gt; LEH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee, went out with the church ppl after their SOD.&lt;br /&gt;city hall.&lt;br /&gt;I made zikai carry my oboe for like a tiny short while &amp;amp; he said&lt;br /&gt;"eh, 1 hour $10"&lt;br /&gt;i said&lt;br /&gt;"eh, you very cheap leh."'&lt;br /&gt;then he refuse to carry it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the end, still have to carry myself. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;then mat came &amp;amp; i made him carry my oboe too!&lt;br /&gt;it turns out that he's even "cheaper"&lt;br /&gt;he didnt charge me okay!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realise how bengxz ivan ang was.&lt;br /&gt;Super bengxz man!&lt;br /&gt;hardcore bengxz!&lt;br /&gt;1. jeans hanging at the extreme low of his butt&lt;br /&gt;2. ear stud at one of his ear&lt;br /&gt;3. hair dyed in dark brown (hello! sec1?!)&lt;br /&gt;4.ring tone volume set to the maximum (yknw, the kind that rings once and the whole shopping mall will turn to the ur direction...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yili took my phone and said&lt;br /&gt;"wahlao. so many pictures with your other friends, never take with me"&lt;br /&gt;"all my pictures not i want to take one, its they want take with me"&lt;br /&gt;"sibeh thick skin leh!"&lt;br /&gt;"okay la. i know u like me alot thats why u want to take with me right. OKAY. i take with you la"&lt;br /&gt;"fine la, dont need already...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;eh! i never pangseh you today okay :D&lt;br /&gt;see, i'm so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore is so boring manxz, there isnt much things to do. (esp when u're bored)&lt;br /&gt;shopped with angela for quite a while before i got really sian.&lt;br /&gt;then yea, went to MOS burger with yili, ivan, lydia &amp;amp; zikai.&lt;br /&gt;i finished like the whole large milk tea myself, like WOAH.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, zikai and yili started watching secret on my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;lydia was indulging in her just-bought-it-today-comic-book&lt;br /&gt;then i was so bored, i had to like switch off the ipod for them so that they'll talk to me again..&lt;br /&gt;then zikai took away my earphone and handphone.&lt;br /&gt;actually i already knew he would return everything back.&lt;br /&gt;still, i was half sure. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HALLOWEEN AT ESCAPE ( WITH FIONA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. it was super fun!&lt;br /&gt;fiona gave her no. to like 9 guys.&lt;br /&gt;it goes like this&lt;br /&gt;"hey, whats your name? can i have you no.?"&lt;br /&gt;"fiona. blahblahblah"&lt;br /&gt;"okay. thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 mins later&lt;br /&gt;"fiona xiao jie, what school are you from? how old are you"&lt;br /&gt;"16 (definitely not true) and st nicks"&lt;br /&gt;"where you stay?"&lt;br /&gt;"amk"&lt;br /&gt;"oh i see"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, all this while, it was the average looking guy talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;5 mins later&lt;br /&gt;"fiona xiao jie, gang cai yao ni de dian hua de bu shi wo, shi ta"&lt;br /&gt;*proceeds to point finger at this completely hideous looking person*&lt;br /&gt;hideous person : *waves retardly, smiling super proud of himself*&lt;br /&gt;you should have seen fiona's expression man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap, i'm having super bad headache.&lt;br /&gt;flu.&lt;br /&gt;i. think. i'm. sick&lt;br /&gt;good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-5707065466811018244?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/5707065466811018244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=5707065466811018244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5707065466811018244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5707065466811018244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/10/spidey-is-fionas-friend-fiona-and-val.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RySHWTIjOjI/AAAAAAAAASk/PUrz1gejNi8/s72-c/Image061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-320652097816155362</id><published>2007-10-25T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:25:02.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RyCkVDIjOiI/AAAAAAAAASY/bTfTAAVbKzU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125277057473002018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RyCkVDIjOiI/AAAAAAAAASY/bTfTAAVbKzU/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't keep coming back. It's time to let go.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-320652097816155362?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/320652097816155362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=320652097816155362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/320652097816155362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/320652097816155362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-cant-keep-coming-back.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RyCkVDIjOiI/AAAAAAAAASY/bTfTAAVbKzU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-7597232851107281408</id><published>2007-10-25T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T02:16:14.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rx-D_kea0bI/AAAAAAAAAR4/W6Rfw5d8DDU/s1600-h/Image053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124960029117174194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rx-D_kea0bI/AAAAAAAAAR4/W6Rfw5d8DDU/s320/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all-time favourite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rx-EAEea0cI/AAAAAAAAASA/aAP_yWPo-Bs/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124960037707108802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rx-EAEea0cI/AAAAAAAAASA/aAP_yWPo-Bs/s320/Image055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;captain val-koal caught this unidentified insect and proceed to torment it but trapping it in her residue/leftover/remains of her tau hway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rx-EA0ea0dI/AAAAAAAAASI/aw3iXa3WiEw/s1600-h/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124960050592010706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rx-EA0ea0dI/AAAAAAAAASI/aw3iXa3WiEw/s320/Image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mel, u're definitely going to spoil my bag!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, my parents and my annoying sister will be away for 1 week!&lt;br /&gt;which results in...&lt;br /&gt;1. the rest of us forming a strong hatred at the thought of bathing.&lt;br /&gt;because...my apparently-not-so-wise-mum locked her room before she left&lt;br /&gt;so, there's no heater to survive on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my handphone battery was flat for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;she brought my charger to taiwan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though the latter did not pose as much problems as i thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;i tried on-ing my phone many many times, hoping the residue energy inside the battery will just allow me to get to the main page so i could just read my sms.&lt;br /&gt;it failed terribly though.&lt;br /&gt;and finally, fionaphoon lended me her charger.&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt least bit of elated over the fact that my phone is use-able.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i thought keeping it off forever might be a good idea&lt;br /&gt;yea, there were many sms-es....&lt;br /&gt;all irritating, annoying...&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going to keep it off and only switching it on when i really need it&lt;br /&gt;i think my mood swings are really bad these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, not to mention...&lt;br /&gt;how my oboe lessons was being canceled over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;how i canceled my piano lessons for my oboe lessons&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and SNYTO assessment? forget it...&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to whine here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the lighter note!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M IN LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE EDWARD CULLENS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;crap. how i wish vampires were non-fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually went researching on vampires, hoping that there will be some website that proves the existant of vampires.&lt;br /&gt;of course, i was greatly disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twilight &lt;/strong&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;stephenie meyer&lt;/strong&gt; has taken its toil on me man!&lt;br /&gt;its a wonderful book!&lt;br /&gt;the protagonist are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDWARD CULLENS and ISABELLA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edward cullens is a vampire whereas isabella is just an average girl.&lt;br /&gt;duh, both fell in love....&lt;br /&gt;then, edward had to resist the temptation to suck her blood...etcetc&lt;br /&gt;super nice man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"here you go , honey." The nurse smiled as she injected the medicine into my tube. "You will feel better now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Thanks," i mumbled, unenthusiastic. It didnt take long. I could feel the drowsiness trickling through my bloodsteam almost immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"That ought to do it," she muttered as my eyelids drooped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;she must have left the room, because something cold and smooth touched my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"stay" The word was slurred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"I will," he promised. His voice was beautiful, like a lullaby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"like i said, as long as it makes you happy... a long as it's what's best for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I tried to shake my head but i was too heavy. "'s not he same thing," i mumberd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;he laughed. "Dont worry about that now, Bella. you can argue with me when you wake up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i think i smiled. "'Kay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I could feel his lips at my ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"I love you," he whispered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Me, too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"I know," he laughed quietly. I turned my head slightly...searching. He knew what i was after. His lips touched mine gently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Thanks," i sighed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Anytime."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-7597232851107281408?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/7597232851107281408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=7597232851107281408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/7597232851107281408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/7597232851107281408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-time-favourite-captain-val-koal.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rx-D_kea0bI/AAAAAAAAAR4/W6Rfw5d8DDU/s72-c/Image053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-6900215962952069961</id><published>2007-10-16T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:07:54.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE VALERY PENG AND FIONA PHOON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got kicked, punched, whacked, scratched and had my hair being pulled by some ahlians today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm really grateful to&lt;strong&gt; VAL &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;FIONA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for i expected valery to run away first when such things happens&lt;br /&gt;yet, she didnt.&lt;br /&gt;for i expected fiona to just remain icy cold and do nothing&lt;br /&gt;yet, she did something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;THANK YOU LOADS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disappointed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with ppl whom i wanted to talk to online, but killed my convos mercilessly&lt;br /&gt;with ppl whom i sincerely wanted to confide in and shrugs me off like some dust&lt;br /&gt;with ppl whom i trusted and let me down&lt;br /&gt;there's too many to name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my less-than-6-months-old rat family could actually be compared to ppl whom i know for years.&lt;br /&gt;i.am.devastated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-6900215962952069961?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/6900215962952069961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=6900215962952069961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/6900215962952069961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/6900215962952069961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-valery-peng-and-fiona-phoon-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-3901498118693229403</id><published>2007-10-15T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T23:59:27.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry friends, i know i've changed quite abit.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i have absolutely no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;dread phone calls&lt;br /&gt;dread sms-es&lt;br /&gt;dread going out with ppl&lt;br /&gt;dread talking to ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel tired all day long&lt;br /&gt;sometimes 12 hours of sleep isnt enough&lt;br /&gt;tired to the extent that i can switch off my phone the whole day just to avoid sms-es/ phone calls&lt;br /&gt;tired to the extent that i can sit behind the computer whole day and not want to appear online&lt;br /&gt;tired to the extent that i had to tell lies just to get away with things/ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate ppl saying stuffs that they'll be there when i need them even though i know that they are really concern-not&lt;br /&gt;i can never tell if they are real or just plain hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;u guys just cant comprehend the pressure i face, by just looking at you-all, looking at your sms-es, or ur phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;the problem dont lies in you-all, it lies in me&lt;br /&gt;i never mean to hurt&lt;br /&gt;i'm selfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; i'm sorry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-3901498118693229403?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/3901498118693229403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=3901498118693229403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3901498118693229403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3901498118693229403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/10/sorry-friends-i-know-ive-changed-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-9214575006234182439</id><published>2007-10-13T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:32:48.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;UNPREDICTABLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high hopes brings great disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;raised hopes brings greater hurt.&lt;br /&gt;SPOP song writing competition&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl &amp; i were so hopeful and enthusiastic to join the competition&lt;br /&gt;songs completed, recording done....&lt;br /&gt;the computer died on us.&lt;br /&gt;recording not in the file they wanted&lt;br /&gt;many burnt midnights wasted&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think that our composition is good &amp; perhaps....easily ranked the top 100 among all compositions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT LA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-9214575006234182439?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/9214575006234182439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=9214575006234182439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/9214575006234182439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/9214575006234182439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/10/unpredictable-high-hopes-brings-great.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-5571975579093933363</id><published>2007-10-12T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:31:11.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello tiffany here&lt;br /&gt;ilovevaleryandfiona&lt;br /&gt;ilove valery more cause she lend me her pretty ibook for 1whole week!!&lt;br /&gt;so i shall get her swan lake by saturday or 10 strands of my hair will suffer&lt;br /&gt;we're in school now playing com&lt;br /&gt;we are hiding in class away from susielim while people are doing evil games carnival&lt;br /&gt;i want to go out with valery and fiona to the toy museum and aslyum&lt;br /&gt;i will teach valery to swim then she will become a very hot lifeguard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is obviously NOT ME-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-5571975579093933363?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/5571975579093933363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=5571975579093933363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5571975579093933363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5571975579093933363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-tiffany-here-ilovevaleryandfiona.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-4266784319460900087</id><published>2007-10-04T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T23:51:21.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IPOD CLASSIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RwUKNhB6MNI/AAAAAAAAARw/zSR-bRayVlk/s1600-h/ipod+classic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117507778897391826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RwUKNhB6MNI/AAAAAAAAARw/zSR-bRayVlk/s320/ipod+classic+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prettaye shade of black &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RwUKBRB6MMI/AAAAAAAAARo/0bx2zN3Bg3U/s1600-h/black+ipod+classic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117507568443994306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RwUKBRB6MMI/AAAAAAAAARo/0bx2zN3Bg3U/s320/black+ipod+classic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously love my ipod classic!&lt;br /&gt;thanks ERJIE!&lt;br /&gt;its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; its &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOOO HOT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EOYS was pretty alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for physics, i totally screwed that.&lt;br /&gt;spent much time with the rat family during this EOYS period.&lt;br /&gt;okay. maybe i shall get something for the rat family too! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-4266784319460900087?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/4266784319460900087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=4266784319460900087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4266784319460900087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4266784319460900087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/10/ipod-classic-prettaye-shade-of-black-3.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RwUKNhB6MNI/AAAAAAAAARw/zSR-bRayVlk/s72-c/ipod+classic+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-6589867699218785417</id><published>2007-09-28T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T23:11:58.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rv0YNxB6MJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/aEmdMSPGNuE/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115271376541462674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rv0YNxB6MJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/aEmdMSPGNuE/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lovely SYO winds :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rv0YOBB6MKI/AAAAAAAAARY/PzGNT0tZ2LU/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115271380836429986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rv0YOBB6MKI/AAAAAAAAARY/PzGNT0tZ2LU/s320/Image044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think i'm pretty slow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fiona phoon was like "TIFFANY! LOOK AT THIS!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me " what's this?" and the proceeds to analyse this hanger and tried to pull it out of the wall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fiona, valery, cheryl "OMG! she so slow! " &amp;amp; they had uncontrollable spasms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this love-hate relationship with richard strauss man!&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting to love his music.&lt;br /&gt;but I hate playing them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death and transfiguration.&lt;br /&gt;the title is indeed apt.&lt;br /&gt;describes my journey of learning his piece manxzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-6589867699218785417?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/6589867699218785417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=6589867699218785417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/6589867699218785417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/6589867699218785417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/09/lovely-syo-winds-d-i-think-im-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rv0YNxB6MJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/aEmdMSPGNuE/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-2322098539177432957</id><published>2007-09-26T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T23:12:36.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;girl 1 "crazy! why would i like him? he's mental and should be send to IMH!!"&lt;br /&gt;girl 2 "WAH. Co-habit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently at cheryl lim's house.&lt;br /&gt;12.41 am.&lt;br /&gt;Social studies sucks man!&lt;br /&gt;the moment i read page1, its like my chinese lesson.&lt;br /&gt;my brain automatically switches to "hibernating mode"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.itsnotaprawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.itsnotaprawn.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls visit for more info :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-2322098539177432957?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/2322098539177432957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=2322098539177432957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/2322098539177432957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/2322098539177432957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/09/girl-1-crazy-why-would-i-like-him-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-369394704095017891</id><published>2007-09-16T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T12:49:02.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i really hate my family.&lt;br /&gt;Parents quarrel then drag us inside.&lt;br /&gt;What your children and my children&lt;br /&gt;if we're all staying together, then we're one family right.&lt;br /&gt;if not, may as well buy 2 separate house.&lt;br /&gt;dont they have any idea, whatever they say or do, its either directly/indirectly affecting us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I REALLY HATE THIS MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it..whatever ur say, i'm not going to care anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vortex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm sleeping soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany              ;&lt;br /&gt;okay. good night and sweet dreams! dont miss me too much okay :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vortex &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i dream of you, its called a nightmare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr sze is SO mean!&lt;br /&gt;okay. gotta go for my concert now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-369394704095017891?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/369394704095017891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=369394704095017891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/369394704095017891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/369394704095017891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/09/sometimes-i-really-hate-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-6692941142500045573</id><published>2007-09-15T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T01:22:36.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i look flasher-friendly.&lt;br /&gt;the 6th time.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH. i'm going to walk with a pair of sissors to school from now on.&lt;br /&gt;that kinda &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big big big&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pair one...&lt;br /&gt;liqing freaked out because she saw him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sore throat came back :(&lt;br /&gt;cos i kept singing the song "i gotta go my own way"&lt;br /&gt;hee, i think my voice very nice leh!&lt;br /&gt;when its hoarse, its sexy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed school for like 2 days this week :(&lt;br /&gt;luckily i fell sick only after mep pract.&lt;br /&gt;thanks la cheryl! make me go out and meet ur 4 guys.&lt;br /&gt;And mr seow suggested prata also!&lt;br /&gt;ahh prata and 4 1/100-of-jcher-looking guys!&lt;br /&gt;on top of that, mr seow kept making me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;thanks to both of them la...&lt;br /&gt;wenman was exceptionally quiet that day ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i feel so rich! i've been sleeping with $150 for the past few days!&lt;br /&gt;cos i stuff money inside the dog that mr seow gave.&lt;br /&gt;so fun! i like to stuff money inside&lt;br /&gt;but then, got big opening at the bottom. so annoying, if got no opening, then i can put coins inside also! HEE HEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've a feeling i'll be hungry during TO tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i hope shuqi brings me food again :P&lt;br /&gt;and yay! its hilary's bdae tmr!&lt;br /&gt;shuqi and i bought a present for her...hopes she likes it.&lt;br /&gt;HEE HEE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : eh valery. you know the dog you bought for me, got a big hole at the butt leh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valery : *laughs uncontrollably* huh? how come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : *holding an identical dog from mini toons* u think i dont know that it was 2nd hand ah, u dont want then give me one right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valery : NO NO NO! its because there's a tag sticking out, it makes the dog looks damn cheapskate. i wanted u to think that its very expensive mah! so i cut away! but how come got hole? i cut very carefully leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : oh. so its actually $9.95?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valery : .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. valery is so guillible :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-6692941142500045573?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/6692941142500045573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=6692941142500045573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/6692941142500045573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/6692941142500045573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-i-look-flasher-friendly.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-7968608006908122563</id><published>2007-09-13T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:15:42.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay!&lt;br /&gt;didnt go to school for two days because i'm sick ;(&lt;br /&gt;but then valery made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i  bet you miss me alot right, cos i didnt go school today.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"no you pig"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if not why u cry yesterday when mrs tan change ur place? must be because u love me too much right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"thats because as thy fair queen i cannot bear to sit opposite a gorilla of a beast"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. its up to u guys to figure out who's the beast then =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-7968608006908122563?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/7968608006908122563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=7968608006908122563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/7968608006908122563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/7968608006908122563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/09/yay-didnt-go-to-school-for-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-7374160464346732418</id><published>2007-09-08T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:09:42.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RuLF3mSfCQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/np_eyKredu8/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107862486353119490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RuLF3mSfCQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/np_eyKredu8/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new piano teacher :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RuLF32SfCRI/AAAAAAAAARA/SVFcXzTNdpY/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107862490648086802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RuLF32SfCRI/AAAAAAAAARA/SVFcXzTNdpY/s320/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jonliang is damn gay la, my necklace also want to steal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RuLF4mSfCSI/AAAAAAAAARI/Ym4zDmvxkp0/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107862503532988706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RuLF4mSfCSI/AAAAAAAAARI/Ym4zDmvxkp0/s320/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNGLAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. went for oboe lesson with only 5 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;lesson lasted for 2 hours!&lt;br /&gt;today's lesson was crap la...&lt;br /&gt;i had super bad headache. haha, i didnt tell mr seow lor, he'd probably think that i was finding excuse..anyway cannot play means cannot play..haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cannot play properly&lt;br /&gt;2. whatever he was saying, i wasnt listening&lt;br /&gt;3. cant count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then haha, i got him pissed off i think :D&lt;br /&gt;imagine trying over and over again just to get like 1 bar right.&lt;br /&gt;and after trying for like 15mins, i still dont get it right..hee, i bet he wanted to strangle me and was super pissed even though he didnt show it.&lt;br /&gt;practical in 4 days, still play until like that.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i kinda give up already.&lt;br /&gt;so its okay.&lt;br /&gt;death and transfiguration for to assessment&lt;br /&gt;heck care la. fail then fail.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my life super boring.&lt;br /&gt;everyday oboe, piano, test..&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RuLF3mSfCQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/np_eyKredu8/s72-c/Image045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-8816161390968401339</id><published>2007-09-08T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:28:26.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;blogger never seems to be able to upload pics when i want them to!&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past two days were like super funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my oboe teacher was telling me how nice miss elaine yeo was, send him back home with her happening red car. so i said something like "unfair. i dont see my teacher being nice to me, never send me home..."&lt;br /&gt;then he replied &lt;strong&gt;i have got no car, i only got "kar".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that seriously made my night la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Jethro ]] sweet misery . says:&lt;br /&gt;but my sis is still bugging me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiffany ; says:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;tiffany ; says:&lt;br /&gt;ur sis is cute leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Jethro ]] sweet misery . says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;*Jethro ]] sweet misery . says:&lt;br /&gt;shes like a mosquito&lt;br /&gt;*Jethro ]] sweet misery . says:&lt;br /&gt;or a cockroach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Jethro ]] sweet misery . says:&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;*Jethro ]] sweet misery . says:&lt;br /&gt;cockoach&lt;br /&gt;*Jethro ]] sweet misery . says:&lt;br /&gt;you whack whack whack oso cannot die one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;then went to watch 1408 today.&lt;br /&gt;its suppose to be horror.&lt;br /&gt;but turns out to be so hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the character in the story was like stucked in the haunted hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;then all the weird stuffs starts to happen.&lt;br /&gt;then the guy picked up the hotel phone knowing that its not going to work&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"WHY DONT YOU JUST KILL ME?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"WE ALLOW OUR GUESTS TO ENJOY AND RE-LIVE THE HAPPY EXPERIENCES AGAIN"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHECK OUT NOW SIR&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"NO THANK YOU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;HOW ABOUT EXPRESS CHECK OUT?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a rope appeared and it was hanging down from the ceiling, right next to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-8816161390968401339?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/8816161390968401339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=8816161390968401339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8816161390968401339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8816161390968401339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/09/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-5599866706209661234</id><published>2007-09-06T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:45:49.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;miss malisa bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. your relationship with her is?&lt;br /&gt;piano-ship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. your 5 impressions of her&lt;br /&gt;1. eeyore&lt;br /&gt;2. rebonded hair&lt;br /&gt;3. taxi uncle ;D&lt;br /&gt;4. taller than me ALOT :(&lt;br /&gt;5. siao pianist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most memorable thing she has done for you?&lt;br /&gt;making me do her true friend quiz and failing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most memorable words she has said to you?tiffany! you are SO CUTE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. if she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;make long distance call everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. if she becomes your lover, things she has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;play oboe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. if she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;go her house and eat up everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. if she becomes your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;she ditched me because i play piano suckily :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. the most desired thing you want to do for her now is?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. get her flooble box back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. your overall impression of her is?&lt;br /&gt;she attracts male violinist and i'm jealous !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-5599866706209661234?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/5599866706209661234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=5599866706209661234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5599866706209661234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5599866706209661234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/09/1_06.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-5947859408491369395</id><published>2007-09-06T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T03:17:33.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. the gay who tagged you is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jonathan liang tian zhi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. your relationship with him is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. your 5 impressions of her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. gay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. pro hornist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. shemale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. sweet at times (when he needs me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. orange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. the most memorable words he had said to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i could hear my own voice from your side of the phone, i did sound gay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. the most memorable thing she has done for you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saying :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woah..then you should be surprised at the o.1 KB per sec rate your brain receives info&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.  if he becomes your lover, you will?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go blind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. if he becomes your lover, things he has to improve on will be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISSION IMPOSSIBLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. if he becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R spa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. if he becomes your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the day when he decides to ditch me for R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. the most desired thing you want to do for him now is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel like eating KFC....anyone will do..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. your overall impression of him is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fatherly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-5947859408491369395?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/5947859408491369395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=5947859408491369395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5947859408491369395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5947859408491369395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-6579172433307684332</id><published>2007-09-04T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T22:35:07.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>list out your top 5 birthday presents you wish for:&lt;br /&gt;1. ipod&lt;br /&gt;2. friends&lt;br /&gt;3. everyone will have money to eat so they wont starve&lt;br /&gt;4. oboe&lt;br /&gt;5. a new bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer the following questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;natalie chung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. your relationship with her is?&lt;br /&gt;suppose relationship is a ship.&lt;br /&gt;then i'm a older ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. your 5 impressions of her&lt;br /&gt;1. bassoonist&lt;br /&gt;2. grade 8 pianist&lt;br /&gt;3. has slimmer and longer legs than me&lt;br /&gt;4. cheat my money&lt;br /&gt;5. is she suppose to be impressionist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most memorable thing she has done for you?&lt;br /&gt;hmm...good question ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. the most memorable words she has said to you?&lt;br /&gt;tiffany! you're so ego!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. if she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;LEARN BASSOON :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. if she becomes your lover, things she has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;stop staring at hot guys, we're suppose to be les!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. if she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;go for her funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. if she becomes your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;i turn straight and she remains les :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. the most desired thing you want to do for her now is?&lt;br /&gt;talk on the phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. your overall impression of her is?&lt;br /&gt;hey! you look like a human! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. how do you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;i think they'll miss me if i die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. the character you love of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;all those which are Godly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. on the contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;i like myself enough to hate myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. the most ideal person you want to be is.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. for people that care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;I love you as much as you love me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wish to know how they feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;1. michelle lee ying ying&lt;br /&gt;2. maryanne&lt;br /&gt;3. jessica&lt;br /&gt;4. wenman&lt;br /&gt;5. miss bay&lt;br /&gt;6. casstan&lt;br /&gt;7. jonliang&lt;br /&gt;8. yonghan&lt;br /&gt;9. kevin&lt;br /&gt;10. erjie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. too little ppl reads my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is no.6 having relationship with? (casstan)&lt;br /&gt;me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.9 a male or female? (kevin)&lt;br /&gt;i would like to believe that he's a male :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing? (jonliang, erjie)&lt;br /&gt;WOAH! fun!&lt;br /&gt;yes! then jonliang will become my brother-in-law :D&lt;br /&gt;ang bao please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about no.8 and 5? (yonghan, miss bay)&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.................................&lt;br /&gt;impossible :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is no.2 studying about? (maryanne)&lt;br /&gt;human body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you had a chat with no.3? (jessica)&lt;br /&gt;oh crap! i havent spoke to her since last thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of music band does no.8 like? (yonghan)&lt;br /&gt;plain white T, rubberband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does no.1 have any siblings ? (michelle lee ying ying)&lt;br /&gt;yea. matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you woo no.3? (jessica)&lt;br /&gt;come on lah, i'm already dating her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about no.7?&lt;br /&gt;no. he's gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what’s the surname of no.5? (miss bay)&lt;br /&gt;BAY BAY BAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what’s the name of no.10? (erjie)&lt;br /&gt;michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what’s the hobby of no.4? (wenman)&lt;br /&gt;staring at guys and burning her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do no.5 and 9 get along well? (miss bay, kevin)&lt;br /&gt;dont know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is no.2 studying at? (maryanne)&lt;br /&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk something casually about no.1? (mlyy)&lt;br /&gt;barney theme song!&lt;br /&gt;~i love you, you love me~&lt;br /&gt;~lalalala~ ~lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do have you tried developing feelings for no.8? (yonghan)&lt;br /&gt;tried and failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where does no.9 live at? (kevin)&lt;br /&gt;ang mo kio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are no.5 and 1 best friends? (miss bay, mlyy)&lt;br /&gt;NO. mlyy is &lt;strong&gt;MY BEST FRIEND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does no.7 like no.2? (jonliang, maryanne)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. no 2's taken! omg! ur boyfriend has the same name as him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you get to know no.2? (maryanne)&lt;br /&gt;fate brought both of us together and apart -not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does no.1 have any pets? (mlyy)&lt;br /&gt;lizards ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.7 the sexiest person in the world? (jonliang)&lt;br /&gt;i thought horn players are suppose to be horny?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-6579172433307684332?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/6579172433307684332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=6579172433307684332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/6579172433307684332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/6579172433307684332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/09/list-out-your-top-5-birthday-presents.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-1148425501385149106</id><published>2007-08-31T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T10:56:23.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOOD&lt;/em&gt; NEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;good &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;news man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 sep mep practical.&lt;br /&gt;2 contrasting pieces. Started working on my first piece and i only got the 2nd piece yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th sep snyto assessment.&lt;br /&gt;1 piece 1 study. woah, thats like only 2 days after my mep practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th sep marine parade concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOYS in 28 days. Havent started on anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;now still need to chiong oboe!&lt;br /&gt;omg la!&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think i shld just go jump down and die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday sucks.&lt;br /&gt;today rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had english report test in the morning and wrote about 350 words.&lt;br /&gt;afternoon 2-6&lt;br /&gt;i had this mock chinese exam&lt;br /&gt;did 2 compre&lt;br /&gt;did 2 compos&lt;br /&gt;did 2 of the choosing the best words thing&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot about the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 hours of chinese plus class period!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i wrote like more than 2000 words yesterday. applauds for my iron hands please!&lt;br /&gt;my right hand hurts.. and straight after that was to.&lt;br /&gt;sight read beethoven no. 8 because i was too slack to practise :)&lt;br /&gt;the thing is this..try staring at chinese words for like 5 hours and then stare at a score filled with nothing but semi quavers and have this conductor who keeps starting at random places and you have so many bars to count before you come in.&lt;br /&gt;hee :) not pro enough to do all this, hence...i screwed up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after to which is like...9.20?&lt;br /&gt;i had to rush down for oboe lesson.&lt;br /&gt;lesson at 10? okay. not my first time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i played super badly.&lt;br /&gt;tempo ad lib.&lt;br /&gt;my head wasnt even thinking clearly enough to know what i'm playing la.&lt;br /&gt;then tried with &lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt;o accompaniment which turns out to be really PAINFUL.&lt;br /&gt;painful to his ears&lt;br /&gt;painful to my mouth&lt;br /&gt;further more, he was like sick? coughing away during my lesson and had mucus flowing out from his nose.&lt;br /&gt;so its like both of us werent in our best state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! before i left his house...his mother reminded him to give me my present "eh. didi, ni bu shi shou ni you tong xi yao gei tiffany?"&lt;br /&gt;then i was like....oh okay! got present :D :D&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;i knew it!&lt;br /&gt;it is a soft toy!&lt;br /&gt;no wonder he was like testing out...&lt;br /&gt;say dont know what i hug teddy bear to sleep (i dont even have one)&lt;br /&gt;then i replied "i dont have a bear lor. only got dog. and i dont like to hug it because i dont really like hugging stuffs to sleep"&lt;br /&gt;so he went like "the dog big or small"&lt;br /&gt;"you this kind of girl sure will hug something to sleep one what...."&lt;br /&gt;etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the end, he gave me a dog that says "take me home"&lt;br /&gt;the dog's like so cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU MR SEOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though he wont read it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU JONLIANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;haha. even though you only offered to help because u had tuition near my school&lt;br /&gt;but still, you offered!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today kinda rock because there's no school&lt;br /&gt;the school had major power failure&lt;br /&gt;so they send down message telling us that there's no sch today&lt;br /&gt;so last min&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm kinda sad too&lt;br /&gt;that means teachers day celebration canceled :( :(&lt;br /&gt;i did some stuffs for the teachers okay.&lt;br /&gt;wahlao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-1148425501385149106?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/1148425501385149106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=1148425501385149106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/1148425501385149106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/1148425501385149106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-news-super-good-news-man-11-sep.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-7475821322720122927</id><published>2007-08-29T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:47:56.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RANDOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry test was okay!&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep during math class!&lt;br /&gt;valery is funny.&lt;br /&gt;fiona is comical.&lt;br /&gt;jinjun is crippled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quotes of the day.&lt;br /&gt;"thy see thou face enamoured of an ass"&lt;br /&gt;good try valery! that was actually too funny to be taken for an insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JinJun and I are currently facing the horror of sian-ness!!&lt;br /&gt;he's composing and i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;kinda the same right?&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;because&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; both uses brain to do work?&lt;br /&gt;OPPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you cannot begin the sentence with the word because because because is a conjunction&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee. i just did that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jinjun - you cannot begin the sentence with the word because because because is a conjunction says: lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tiffany                ; says: hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jinjun - you cannot begin the sentence with the word because because because is a conjunction say: why you giggle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tiffany                ; says: cos ur singing out of tune :)&lt;br /&gt;tiffany                ; says: its suppose to be ~lalala~&lt;br /&gt;tiffany                ; says: see, so melodious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jinjun - you cannot begin the sentence with the word because because because is a conjunction says: piangeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what happens when two ppl with the same level of lameness, same level of sian-ness, same type of humour gets together in a msn conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-7475821322720122927?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/7475821322720122927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=7475821322720122927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/7475821322720122927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/7475821322720122927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/08/random.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-5342469297551045622</id><published>2007-08-25T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T22:42:58.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TIME TO MAKE IC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8PZmSfCLI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QZixtaFHN-Y/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102313835283286194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8PZmSfCLI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QZixtaFHN-Y/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presents i received today.&lt;br /&gt;thanks valery and fiona for the dog and pencil case :D&lt;br /&gt;priscilla, thanks for the note book :)&lt;br /&gt;maryanne and jessica, for the lovely &lt;strong&gt;MUG&lt;/strong&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;casstan for the yummy cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8PaGSfCMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/8k0kuAIHqD4/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102313843873220802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8PaGSfCMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/8k0kuAIHqD4/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona, thank you many many many X 2347982347431!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8PamSfCNI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vJ0FWkB3p4U/s1600-h/Image319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102313852463155410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8PamSfCNI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vJ0FWkB3p4U/s320/Image319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL. DONT CRY ANYMORE OKAY :D&lt;br /&gt;VALERY. I LOVE YOU LOADS EVEN THOUGH U'RE MY ANNOYING DESK PARTNER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8Pa2SfCOI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GUIotOHW_ng/s1600-h/Image323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102313856758122722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8Pa2SfCOI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GUIotOHW_ng/s320/Image323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cone vase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8PbWSfCPI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tQ0g5wQ_yQo/s1600-h/Image317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102313865348057330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8PbWSfCPI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tQ0g5wQ_yQo/s320/Image317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempura tamaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8OnGSfCGI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QaI9lXTOwVs/s1600-h/Image325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102312967699892322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8OnGSfCGI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QaI9lXTOwVs/s320/Image325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8OnWSfCHI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uDkJ3hFrqGs/s1600-h/Image322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102312971994859634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8OnWSfCHI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uDkJ3hFrqGs/s320/Image322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8On2SfCII/AAAAAAAAAP4/yTYBuM64JFs/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102312980584794242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8On2SfCII/AAAAAAAAAP4/yTYBuM64JFs/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH, she looks like a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8OoWSfCJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/oyjChoOOdR8/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102312989174728850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8OoWSfCJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/oyjChoOOdR8/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8OomSfCKI/AAAAAAAAAQI/PHSr7a5C4Ss/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102312993469696162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8OomSfCKI/AAAAAAAAAQI/PHSr7a5C4Ss/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guys for all the bdae wishes :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm really touched. because i didnt expected you guys to rmb.&lt;br /&gt;kevin, jessica, natalie, meichi, wenman, cheryl, michellelyy, wyf, xiaoqi, serene, michelle tang, regina new, jonliang, yonghan, fiona, valery, melissa, matthew, yili, jeannie, jacq, ulyy, abby, joanne, jethro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for all your birthday wishes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for rmbing :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-5342469297551045622?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/5342469297551045622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=5342469297551045622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5342469297551045622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5342469297551045622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/08/time-to-make-ic-presents-i-received.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rs8PZmSfCLI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QZixtaFHN-Y/s72-c/Image043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-7481810089088279579</id><published>2007-08-22T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T23:42:13.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUSIC EVERYWHERE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to "help out" at this roadshow in orchard.&lt;br /&gt;at heerens. it was actually a "rock" concert and yep, its was to help raise money for the lunchbox funds. really loud and noisy. bang bang bang, but i like :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RsxTf2SfB-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/e1iToKFgPeM/s1600-h/Image277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101544284518025186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RsxTf2SfB-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/e1iToKFgPeM/s320/Image277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know why, i just got a thing for guys with long, brown hair. and with SUPER FAIR skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;argh. i think i'm gay :( JONLIANG. thanks la, diffuse ur gay-ness to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RsxTgGSfB_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/deEFhEQ4Zio/s1600-h/Image282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101544288812992498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RsxTgGSfB_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/deEFhEQ4Zio/s320/Image282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;charles wong. crazy beat-box person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u wont need a drum set with him around. &lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RsxTgGSfCAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/DatW5VudZ1k/s1600-h/Image285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101544288812992514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RsxTgGSfCAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/DatW5VudZ1k/s320/Image285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;simon. omg. so infatuated with him. so HOT/&lt;em&gt;chilli&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RsxTgWSfCBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fCllUyHIxSc/s1600-h/Image287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101544293107959826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RsxTgWSfCBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fCllUyHIxSc/s320/Image287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RsxTgmSfCCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QjbJxnUqSR0/s1600-h/Image288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101544297402927138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RsxTgmSfCCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QjbJxnUqSR0/s320/Image288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scanning for oboist but didnt see any :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RsxUDWSfCDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7DlRyRkY0qc/s1600-h/Image289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101544894403381298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RsxUDWSfCDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7DlRyRkY0qc/s320/Image289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RsxUDmSfCEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Cf4KKBo5bcQ/s1600-h/Image294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101544898698348610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RsxUDmSfCEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Cf4KKBo5bcQ/s320/Image294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;valery's flute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RsxUD2SfCFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GcVa73oXps4/s1600-h/Image302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101544902993315922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RsxUD2SfCFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GcVa73oXps4/s320/Image302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ESPLANADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; PASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and yonghan is love! HEE, thanks for sharing ur birthday present with me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;secret OST. thats like the only nice thing that happened to me today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the unpleasant side. My english teacher is a.....nice and fair lady. ya right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;try saying that when she tries to fail you for every single test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be it lit or english.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, my group got the highest in class for lit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait a min. its a &lt;strong&gt;C5&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ITS A F(LOWERY) C5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i bet my this term ppr will look so pretty. c5 :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-7481810089088279579?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/7481810089088279579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=7481810089088279579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/7481810089088279579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/7481810089088279579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/08/music-everywhere-d-went-to-help-out-at.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RsxTf2SfB-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/e1iToKFgPeM/s72-c/Image277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-76902134254633555</id><published>2007-08-22T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:50:10.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I.GIVE.UP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feel super tired every single day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no energy to do whatsoever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how many more tests is the school going to give us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before they realise that its infact MORE THAN ENOUGH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eoys in less than 40 days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and wahlao, still load us with so much tests&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;think i so free is it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can mug for common test and EOYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SORRY LA. other ppl can, but i cannot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;social studies. lit. math. chinese thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chinese. chemistry. physics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i have more than 50 chapters to study in total for all my subjects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYI. i took 1 min to type this. so yea, i admit. i wasted 1 min on blogging instead of study.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-76902134254633555?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/76902134254633555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=76902134254633555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/76902134254633555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/76902134254633555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/08/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-5942493079430083225</id><published>2007-08-11T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T21:33:55.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;感情线 (Affective Line) - 183 Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想我已开始有点疑惑　好像被他说中些什么&lt;br /&gt;难道已经没有别的选择　只能乖乖的束手就策&lt;br /&gt;难过的是我们做了选择　是对是错谁也没把握&lt;br /&gt;如果要我放手才能获得　为何在我心中　有舍不得&lt;br /&gt;看着你要走　还装着笑容　掩饰的脆弱要撑多久&lt;br /&gt;如果现在开口　如何挽留　感情这条线　注定只能这么远&lt;br /&gt;不敢相信已经来到终点 Oh Woo　想你爱他必定多一些 Ho Woo&lt;br /&gt;我们之间不可能再回到从前　我还傻傻画著　幸福线&lt;br /&gt;看着你走远　还继续装笑脸　掩饰折磨我能撑多久 Oh Woo&lt;br /&gt;如果现在开口 (现在开口)　怎么挽留 (怎么挽留)　感情这条线　注定无法延长一点&lt;br /&gt;你已不在　而我何时才清醒　相信一切都是命 Ho&lt;br /&gt;不曾放弃你　我不会说什么　默默的承受　像个男子汉&lt;br /&gt;看着你要走 (Baby 看着看着你要走)　还装著笑容 (多么多么笑容)&lt;br /&gt;掩饰的脆弱要撑多久 (还要撑多久)&lt;br /&gt;如果现在开口 (现在开口)　如何挽留 (如何挽留)&lt;br /&gt;感情这条线　注定只能这么远&lt;br /&gt;看着你要走 (Woo~)　还着著笑容 (We Will Carry On)&lt;br /&gt;掩饰的脆弱要撑多久 (Knowing There Were Words I've Never Said Baby)&lt;br /&gt;如果现在开口 (现在开口)　如何挽留 (如何挽留)&lt;br /&gt;感情这条线　注定只能这么远 ( Oh Woo~ Ho Yeah~ Let The Words Remain Unsaid)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-5942493079430083225?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/5942493079430083225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=5942493079430083225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5942493079430083225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5942493079430083225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/08/affective-line-183-club-oh-woo-ho-woo.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-4414464605388285012</id><published>2007-08-06T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T00:41:10.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when pastor refered us to Isiah 57 today, i suddenly understood something.&lt;br /&gt;And i believe it wasnt coincidental that today's sermon was something that i could relate to very much. something i needed very much.&lt;br /&gt;serving Him wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is screwed&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are running wild&lt;br /&gt;ARGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm in class having lesson&lt;br /&gt;i think of food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when its recess&lt;br /&gt;i think of sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i finally get a chance to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i think of the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i on the computer&lt;br /&gt;i think of practicing piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i start practicing on the piano&lt;br /&gt;i think of practicing the oboe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i start practicing my oboe&lt;br /&gt;i think of whether to play TO pieces or SYB pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i play SYB pieces&lt;br /&gt;i think of TO pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i practice TO pieces&lt;br /&gt;i think of the com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm behind the com&lt;br /&gt;i think of the tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm watching tv&lt;br /&gt;i think of studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i study&lt;br /&gt;i think of many many subjects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i try doing the many many subjects&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm a loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head is JAMMED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; now, i'm thinking of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-4414464605388285012?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/4414464605388285012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=4414464605388285012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4414464605388285012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4414464605388285012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-mind-is-screwed-my-thoughts-are.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-4867676974379755493</id><published>2007-08-05T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:32:45.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MISS LITTLE PINKY : I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH TO LOSE YOU. GET WELL SOON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little pinky is injured.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so scared i'll be paralysed :(&lt;br /&gt;then i wont be able to play oboe anymore :( :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-4867676974379755493?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/4867676974379755493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=4867676974379755493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4867676974379755493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4867676974379755493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/08/miss-little-pinky-i-love-you-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-8751151114351106082</id><published>2007-08-01T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T00:11:01.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My blog is kinda lonely now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because no one's reading it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally heart 1st aug 2007!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i had the first weekday free to wholly myself and myself after...213798713278123 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) miss poore couldnt give us math extra lessons so school ended at 2.15 :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) wednesday is FREE from BAND!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) i went to queue donuts with valery and wenman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) the queue was SUPER SHORT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) and i bought donuts for MLYY &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) my oboe teacher's mum is cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) its kevin lu's bdae :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;minus the fact that linear law test was crappy today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;totally &lt;strong&gt;ARGH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh! and i forgot to thank matthew for arriving to my rescue on sunday. caught in the rain and he came down with umbrellas with just 1 sms :) i'm sure he'll do that for everyone/anyone...but still :D &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU MATTHEW.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday's conver with zikai was kinda interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i felt like an idiot talking to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos he askes CHIM questions....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like yknw that kinda "egg first or chick first?" questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he was pretty nice because he offered me his first violin :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valery is cute even though she's uber annoying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiona is peaceful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melissa is my fair Demetrius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you 3 makes term 3 fun :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. and i went down to my ob teacher's house to collect TO's form&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and OHMYGOSH. his mum is super cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M : eh! you know the donuts you bought? untill now havent finish leh. buy so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T : huh. really (not realising that i bought it on friday and its wed now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M : yea. thank you ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T : WHAT?! HAVENT FINISH??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M : yea. still can eat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T : (omg)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;next one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M : i rushed home to collect clothes because i forgot to collect just now and its raining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T : ohh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M : *rushes to the kitchen and collects clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T : HUH? COLLECT CLOTHES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M : still collecting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T : (it has been pouring for at least 10 mins, collect now also wet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO CUTE LEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jethro's conver is funny as well &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T : good night and sweet dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J : the sweeter the donuts, the nicer it is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T : omgosh. really cinderella leh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J : its just coincidental that the time coincides what...sorry la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T :NO! I THINK YOU'RE GAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RrCvSgtQY-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/S1BMjIMN1po/s1600-h/Image163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093763911108289506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RrCvSgtQY-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/S1BMjIMN1po/s320/Image163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valery's photo taking skills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can u hear melissa going "VALERY! YOU IDIOT!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RrCvRQtQY7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/IyZPWqxqW20/s1600-h/Image252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093763889633452978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RrCvRQtQY7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/IyZPWqxqW20/s320/Image252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my hand looks cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RrCvRAtQY6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/A_Bu8jAQi8M/s1600-h/Image251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093763885338485666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RrCvRAtQY6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/A_Bu8jAQi8M/s320/Image251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mr knew i was taking his pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but appears to be oblivious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its honourable for TIFFANY to even want to take his pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RrCvRwtQY8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/G6MZiwjqRFc/s1600-h/Image244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093763898223387586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RrCvRwtQY8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/G6MZiwjqRFc/s320/Image244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;donuts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we love you even though it takes at least 2 hours to queue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-8751151114351106082?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/8751151114351106082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=8751151114351106082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8751151114351106082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8751151114351106082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-blog-is-kinda-lonely-now.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RrCvSgtQY-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/S1BMjIMN1po/s72-c/Image163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-8386678466470801130</id><published>2007-08-01T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T01:05:48.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;VALERY MY DESK PARTNER IS SO PUKE :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V was trying to pull T's hair and brutally assault me using violence.&lt;br /&gt;T was annoyed and super irritated and pissed off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T : i would really like to know what do you do in church every week man! (serious tone)&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile. (fiona and melissa was watching our "cute" fight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V : ......................... AH! i know! forgiveness (super act innocent tone. eew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T : stumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......V's 0.38 uncapped pen rolled down and dropped on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T : YES MAN! I LOVE YOU JESUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone bursted out laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-8386678466470801130?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/8386678466470801130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=8386678466470801130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8386678466470801130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8386678466470801130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/08/valery-my-desk-partner-is-so-puke-d-v.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-3966670227047640656</id><published>2007-07-29T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T01:58:26.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RquDhQtQY1I/AAAAAAAAANY/aNgcAv-nQGw/s1600-h/nodame+cantabile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092308411116184402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RquDhQtQY1I/AAAAAAAAANY/aNgcAv-nQGw/s320/nodame+cantabile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RquDhgtQY2I/AAAAAAAAANg/dzdpOkRyFg4/s1600-h/nodame_kuroki_yasunori.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092308415411151714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RquDhgtQY2I/AAAAAAAAANg/dzdpOkRyFg4/s320/nodame_kuroki_yasunori.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oboist can be hot too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RquDhgtQY3I/AAAAAAAAANo/enoHlVjejUM/s1600-h/nodamelive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092308415411151730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RquDhgtQY3I/AAAAAAAAANo/enoHlVjejUM/s320/nodamelive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RquDhgtQY4I/AAAAAAAAANw/aV36YXT7GO8/s1600-h/tamaki+hiroshi+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092308415411151746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RquDhgtQY4I/AAAAAAAAANw/aV36YXT7GO8/s320/tamaki+hiroshi+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RquDhwtQY5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/39QAOU6174o/s1600-h/tamaki+hiroshi+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092308419706119058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RquDhwtQY5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/39QAOU6174o/s320/tamaki+hiroshi+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS FUNNY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rich businessman had a beautiful daughter,who fell in love with a guy who was a cleaner.When the girl's father came to knowabout their love,he did not like it at all, and so began to protest about it.Now it happened that the two lovers decided to leave their homes for a happy future. The girl's father started searching for the two lovers but could not find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, he accepted their love and asked them to come back home in a local newspaper. Her father said "If you both come back I will allow you to marry the guy you love, I accept that you loved each other truly."So in this way, their love won and they returned home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple went to town to shop forthe wedding dress.He was dressedin white shirt that day. While he was crossing theroad to the other side to get some drinks for his wife,a car came and hit him and he died on the spot. The girl lost her senses.It was only after sometimes that she recovered from her shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral and cremation was the verynext day because he had died horribly.Two nights later, the girl's mother had a dream inwhich she saw an old lady. The old lady asked her mother to wash the blood stains of theguy from her daughter's dress as soon as possible. But her mother ignored the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night her father had the same dream, he also ignored it.Then when the girl had the same dream the next night,she woke up in fear and told her mother about the dream.Her mother askedher to wash the clothes which have blood stains immediately.She washed the stains but some remained. Next night she again had thesame dream she again washed the stainsbut some still remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next night she again had the same dream and this time the old ladygave her a last warning to wash the blood stain, or else something terrible will happen. This time the girl tried her best to wash the stains,and the clothes nearly tore, but some stains still remained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very tired.In the late evening the same day whileshe was alone at home, someone knocked the door. When she opened the door she saw the same old ladyof her dream standing at her door. She got very scared and fainted.The old lady woke her up... and gave her a blue object, which shocked the girl. She asked "What is this...?"The old lady replied..."Try DYNAMO Liquid Soap... just a dab and it will remove all stubborn stains!!!" ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-3966670227047640656?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/3966670227047640656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=3966670227047640656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3966670227047640656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3966670227047640656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/07/oboist-can-be-hot-too-d-this-is-funny-d.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RquDhQtQY1I/AAAAAAAAANY/aNgcAv-nQGw/s72-c/nodame+cantabile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-2799366505520224576</id><published>2007-07-28T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T01:08:17.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when SYB is here. you're nice.&lt;br /&gt;when SYB isnt here. i'm shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i understand now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a loser SL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cca sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to band&lt;br /&gt;get screamed at by her&lt;br /&gt;retort back&lt;br /&gt;put on a fake smile&lt;br /&gt;being treated like a loser&lt;br /&gt;being compared by her in terms of skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what.&lt;br /&gt;in terms of skills, i may or may not be as good&lt;br /&gt;in terms of character, you&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;suck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-2799366505520224576?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/2799366505520224576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=2799366505520224576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/2799366505520224576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/2799366505520224576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/07/nil-when-syb-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-2059847573433643772</id><published>2007-07-23T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:22:28.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIDENTIFIED :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RqSbHwtQYsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bAVauGBfdIs/s1600-h/mmt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090364036471612098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RqSbHwtQYsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bAVauGBfdIs/s320/mmt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TAMAKI HIROSHI&lt;/span&gt; (hee, i'm just trying to beautify my blog :D)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RqScRQtQYvI/AAAAAAAAAMo/l-206xNTheY/s1600-h/tamaki-hiroshi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090365299191997170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RqScRQtQYvI/AAAAAAAAAMo/l-206xNTheY/s320/tamaki-hiroshi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RqScRQtQYuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Whotl6TimsY/s1600-h/tamaki+hiroshi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090365299191997154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RqScRQtQYuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Whotl6TimsY/s320/tamaki+hiroshi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RqScRQtQYtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xJx1yjVIJJc/s1600-h/tamaki+hiroshi+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090365299191997138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RqScRQtQYtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xJx1yjVIJJc/s320/tamaki+hiroshi+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHH! I LIKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-2059847573433643772?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/2059847573433643772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=2059847573433643772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/2059847573433643772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/2059847573433643772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/07/unidentified-d-tamaki-hiroshi-hee-im.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RqSbHwtQYsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bAVauGBfdIs/s72-c/mmt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-8481909975481419235</id><published>2007-07-22T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:22:45.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IN LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so in love with mozart oboe concerto in C-major...this is what i call beautiful okay! but i'm far too lousy to play this piece. I'm going to work &lt;strong&gt;SUPER SUPER SUPER HARD&lt;/strong&gt;! so mr seow will allow me to play classical pieces..instead of some BACH and SAINTSAENS.. bach is traumatising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like mozart sonata in D-major for double piano. AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to comprehend why mozart's mary-anne fave composer now!&lt;br /&gt;so nice :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;i like i like!&lt;br /&gt;and argh! i cant seem to be able to find the scores :(&lt;br /&gt;i went to yamaha and music essentials and...they dont sell them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MARY-ANNE! HELP ME FIND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i totally heart today's piano lesson.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I GOT A NEW PIECE&lt;br /&gt;even though its rachmaninoff and its freaking hard!&lt;br /&gt;i'm just glad that its not just bach and bach anymore&lt;br /&gt;stupid bach, do you have any idea how disgusting you are!&lt;br /&gt;FYI. i hated bach long before i started on this weird piano piece.&lt;br /&gt;its like u get sick of the melody and everything before u actually finish learning the piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISS BAY : If you're reading this...can i pls pls pls dont play bach anymore! i promise i'll practise stupid hard. as long as its not bach!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-8481909975481419235?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/8481909975481419235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=8481909975481419235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8481909975481419235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8481909975481419235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-love-im-so-in-love-with-mozart-oboe.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-234947763843748232</id><published>2007-07-21T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:57:57.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>25 mins ago.&lt;br /&gt;it was still 20072007 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was memorable because its &lt;strong&gt;jethro's birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had oboe lesson at 10pm-.-&lt;br /&gt;tell me how cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;who on earth will have lesson at 10 pm!&lt;br /&gt;ended at 11 plus.&lt;br /&gt;say dont know what owe me supper and cab fare for being late.&lt;br /&gt;as if if i go home i'd have better things to do than to stone infront of the computer and watch &lt;strong&gt;NODAME CANTABILE LIVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohman! actually, thats really much better than to wait...CHIAKI IS SO COOL! THE OBOIST IS SUPER COOL TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tamaki hiroshi&lt;/strong&gt; as chiaki shinichi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OHMYGOSH LA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RqDpY_8MmrI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vJxYB4Ob6HM/s1600-h/tanaki+hiroshi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089324194618710706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RqDpY_8MmrI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vJxYB4Ob6HM/s320/tanaki+hiroshi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lacking of sleep. this week is terrible man.&lt;br /&gt;had an average of only 5 hours of sleep a day.&lt;br /&gt;4 tests next week! okay! shall mug until i die man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-234947763843748232?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/234947763843748232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=234947763843748232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/234947763843748232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/234947763843748232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/07/25-mins-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RqDpY_8MmrI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vJxYB4Ob6HM/s72-c/tanaki+hiroshi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-7118363382942052467</id><published>2007-07-15T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T00:59:24.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Upset &amp;amp; Exasperated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i play what i like, no one's going to decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-7118363382942052467?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/7118363382942052467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=7118363382942052467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/7118363382942052467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/7118363382942052467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-really-upset-exasperated.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-8257389066821949835</id><published>2007-07-14T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T02:28:49.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfDBP8MmmI/AAAAAAAAALg/pd482jBLI74/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086748730364566114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfDBP8MmmI/AAAAAAAAALg/pd482jBLI74/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my crazy desk partner VALERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfDBf8MmnI/AAAAAAAAALo/094d-4pqzzs/s1600-h/Image113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086748734659533426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfDBf8MmnI/AAAAAAAAALo/094d-4pqzzs/s320/Image113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valery thinks that the person above looks like cockroach. its hard for people to deny this comment :D but the pic is blur-red :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfDBv8MmoI/AAAAAAAAALw/kVPoU370tEU/s1600-h/Image215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086748738954500738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfDBv8MmoI/AAAAAAAAALw/kVPoU370tEU/s320/Image215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math rocks. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Valery loves tiffany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfDB_8MmpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QP7-lSdvrzA/s1600-h/Image227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086748743249468050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfDB_8MmpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QP7-lSdvrzA/s320/Image227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPELL "D-I-E"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfDCP8MmqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VwapWneSFc4/s1600-h/Image192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086748747544435362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfDCP8MmqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VwapWneSFc4/s320/Image192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valery insisted. there goes my reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfCSP8MmhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Bbcga7vLeb4/s1600-h/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086747922910714386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfCSP8MmhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Bbcga7vLeb4/s320/Image076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2 months EARLY birthday sweets from Valery and Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfCSf8MmiI/AAAAAAAAALA/IcdH1MVy8DI/s1600-h/Image194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086747927205681698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfCSf8MmiI/AAAAAAAAALA/IcdH1MVy8DI/s320/Image194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently she wrote it on her own hand and took it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfCSv8MmjI/AAAAAAAAALI/xoTlXqJasFk/s1600-h/Image196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086747931500649010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfCSv8MmjI/AAAAAAAAALI/xoTlXqJasFk/s320/Image196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm swiss made okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfCS_8MmkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8uWfv33cGcU/s1600-h/Image189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086747935795616322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfCS_8MmkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8uWfv33cGcU/s320/Image189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CROC! we love you! without u to staple our paper, life will......still be the same :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfCTP8MmlI/AAAAAAAAALY/hXHebCXPFaA/s1600-h/Image216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086747940090583634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfCTP8MmlI/AAAAAAAAALY/hXHebCXPFaA/s320/Image216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr su jun wei trying to climb up the tree to retreive half a pair of shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-8257389066821949835?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/8257389066821949835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=8257389066821949835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8257389066821949835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8257389066821949835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-crazy-desk-partner-valery-valery.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpfDBP8MmmI/AAAAAAAAALg/pd482jBLI74/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-1580758326963264228</id><published>2007-07-10T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:41:32.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I NEED MORE TIME TO PRACTISE OBOE&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MORE TIME TO PRACTISE OBOE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm dead tomorrow cos i didnt have enough time to practise my oboe. wednesday, thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory to God alone and alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's not true...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory to God alone and alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know quite a lot of things, and you won't disappoint me :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiffany-(&lt;em&gt;because i know nothing but to disappoint u)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHA. also not refering to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory to God alone and alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHEY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though it was a simple comment, it made my day :D&lt;br /&gt;i think my oboe teacher is CUTE! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i bumped into mr wong when i was with yili the other day.&lt;br /&gt;ohman! he's still so fair.&lt;br /&gt;and nothing good comes out of his mouth la&lt;br /&gt;"hey! i just saw yibin on wednesday. in a swimming pool"&lt;br /&gt;"oh, so you mean u were swimming with him?"&lt;br /&gt;"his body is so hot! HAHA! too bad you wont get to see it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. my reaction is the same as how u guys would react to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-1580758326963264228?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/1580758326963264228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=1580758326963264228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/1580758326963264228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/1580758326963264228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-more-time-to-practise-oboe-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-5566617087396336093</id><published>2007-07-09T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:49:54.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpJKxPU8-EI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CGoorHA5vw8/s1600-h/nodame+cantabile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085209139043170370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpJKxPU8-EI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CGoorHA5vw8/s320/nodame+cantabile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NODAME CANTABILE IS LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh la! i so heart chiaki! play VIOLIN, piano and can conduct!&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE&lt;br /&gt;SO SHUAI&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;i'm so motivated now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-5566617087396336093?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/5566617087396336093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=5566617087396336093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5566617087396336093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5566617087396336093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/07/nodame-cantabile-is-love-omgosh-la-i-so.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RpJKxPU8-EI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CGoorHA5vw8/s72-c/nodame+cantabile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-1392913640441152260</id><published>2007-07-06T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T00:37:48.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Frustrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my patience's running thin. My existance in band may seem insignificant, but i really hope someone will respect me as a section leader. Dont make me feel like an idiot. Do not take everything for granted thinking that i'm an idiot, i'm a loser &lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE I AM NOT. &lt;/strong&gt;I just chose to be nice, treating you with respect and i really hope it will be mutual. And also because, i dont like the nasty me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH. i'm annoyed&lt;br /&gt;i think i might want to change my blog address again because......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm always making a fool out of myself infront of you&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard i try not to&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;So i wont need to hide anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were there when i needed you&lt;br /&gt;Yet i feel indebt to you&lt;br /&gt;Because i know nothing but to disappoint you&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling frustrated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-1392913640441152260?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/1392913640441152260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=1392913640441152260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/1392913640441152260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/1392913640441152260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/07/frustrated-and-my-patiences-running.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-2178995892796304862</id><published>2007-07-03T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:30:36.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM NOT FLASHER-FRIENDLY OKAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WTH LA! SEE FLASHERS FOR THE FIFTH TIME ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M GETTING SO DISGUSTED AND SICK BY IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CRAP, I THINK I'M GOING TO TURN LES IF THIS CONTINUES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND HELLO FLASHERS! PLEASE DONT EXPECT ME TO HAVE THE "WOOOW!" or "OMGGGG" LOOK ON MY FACE BECAUSE I'M IMMUNE ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WTHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-2178995892796304862?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/2178995892796304862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=2178995892796304862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/2178995892796304862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/2178995892796304862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-not-flasher-friendly-okay-wth-la.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-3535188796888790684</id><published>2007-06-16T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T00:15:05.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUGGING SESSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cheryl's house for sleepover yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i slept at 3+ and cheryl decided not to sleep because she was busy mapling and that she's scared that she couldnt wake up for her bio trip at 4.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate breakfast at macs with my brother and cheryl...at 4.30!&lt;br /&gt;1st customer of the breakfast menu man!&lt;br /&gt;and yea, my brother treated.&lt;br /&gt;slept for 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;met up with jonliang at 12 for teaching session :D&lt;br /&gt;so smart. i managed 2 chapters of chemistry. moles and redox in...3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then head towards the library with jonliang because his friends wanted to eat lunch and we were suppose to take care of their bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yonghan taught me maths! modulas! the part i miss out on because of MEP camp! HEE :D :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i have smart friends like them...VJC woah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was really productive for me :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i guess it wasnt &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; productive for yonghan and jonliang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esp&lt;/strong&gt; jonliang (grins)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm still glad that i somewhat, somehow, somewhere understood chemistry. whole day with jonliang is no joke man ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RnQDrZaRAiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uLHW3ykIfaY/s1600-h/Image163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076686724043702818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RnQDrZaRAiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uLHW3ykIfaY/s320/Image163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jonliang trying his best to teach me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RnQDrpaRAjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/puztx451Fco/s1600-h/Image167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076686728338670130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RnQDrpaRAjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/puztx451Fco/s320/Image167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look at his pretty legs ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure HOT GUYS will die to touch it...(drools)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;note: my 2 megapixels camera phone not good enough to capture the minor details like....the villis on his legs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RnQDr5aRAkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ogCykot96Kw/s1600-h/Image171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076686732633637442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RnQDr5aRAkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ogCykot96Kw/s320/Image171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying his best to mug after Christina, Jasmine and Yonghan left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently, its not working. he got distracted by some other things. tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RnQDsJaRAmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sycRfF2Ms3Y/s1600-h/Image168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076686736928604770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RnQDsJaRAmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sycRfF2Ms3Y/s320/Image168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the super cannot-turn-on-any-guys human size poster in the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe because its 2D and not 3D ;D &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(if you guys know what i mean)&lt;/span&gt; HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RnQDsJaRAlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nv8Uw5UTYkA/s1600-h/Image175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076686736928604754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RnQDsJaRAlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nv8Uw5UTYkA/s320/Image175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry. this was the best pic i had in my phone. i decided to be nice and post the best pic i could find :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RnQEmZaRAnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2OWxgqfry-Y/s1600-h/Image176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076687737655984754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RnQEmZaRAnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2OWxgqfry-Y/s320/Image176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheryl was dozing off at macs. (cant be blamed. she didnt catch a wink for the whole night)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RnQEm5aRAoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mTTXejjGZpg/s1600-h/Image178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076687746245919362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RnQEm5aRAoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mTTXejjGZpg/s320/Image178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE. i told you i didnt take any pics of you. JONLIANG TOOK IT, NOT ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RnQEoZaRApI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3yo1K1EBaCQ/s1600-h/Image180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076687772015723154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RnQEoZaRApI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3yo1K1EBaCQ/s320/Image180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no wonder they say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;good-looking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ppl takes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;good-looking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pics ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-3535188796888790684?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/3535188796888790684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=3535188796888790684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3535188796888790684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3535188796888790684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/06/mugging-session-went-to-cheryls-house.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RnQDrZaRAiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uLHW3ykIfaY/s72-c/Image163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-7277500369336832694</id><published>2007-06-08T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:34:57.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE WEIRD DREAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i think my dream was seriously so weird.&lt;br /&gt;it had so many ppl inside and everything was so screwed that i dont even know if it actually have a "plot" or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vividly remember kevin was like crying, telling me about his "long" hair...and he had LONG HAIR...cos instead of cutting, he went for hair extension. so i decided to be nice and helped him cut his hair, then he ended up crying even more.&lt;br /&gt;ohman! whats up with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw mac's muffin walking itself! like you know, on the table, JUMPING ABOUT. and i was trying to catch it and eat it up. WTH LA&lt;br /&gt;tell me whats wrong with me! i must be too hungry when i went to sleep or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i dreamt of jessica replying to my tag behind her computer. suddenly a scene of "tian guo de shu" appeared in my dream - the guy and the girl playing in the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of getting scolded by miss sia because i fell down while walking. then she was saying "stupid tiffany, why are u so stupid!"&lt;br /&gt;then i had mep lessons, and the teacher is mr seow aik keong!&lt;br /&gt;wenman forgot where's middle C and asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly.... i suddenly remembered what my oboe teacher asked me during oboe lesson in my dream. the question was "tiffany, you seem quite easy with any reeds i give you. wonder if you're easy in choosing boyfriend too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i jumped up because valery called my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEJA VU&lt;br /&gt;i think i missed out on many details here and there, but hey! being able to remember so much is already such a big deal okay!&lt;br /&gt;my dreams are so frightening!&lt;br /&gt;so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY SCARYYYYY LEHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-7277500369336832694?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/7277500369336832694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=7277500369336832694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/7277500369336832694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/7277500369336832694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-weird-dreams-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-3701115778183025306</id><published>2007-06-07T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T23:27:16.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont have any friends.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have anyone to pour out my troubles to.&lt;br /&gt;yes, ppl often say stuffs like "tiffany, its alright. i'm always there for you."&lt;br /&gt;the fact remains that they are not always there for me. THEY ARE NOT.&lt;br /&gt;amazingly, those that actually gave me there moral support when i really needed it werent so called "super close" to me.&lt;br /&gt;casstan and jessica.&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks wenman for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today...i suddenly understood why i like talking to mr seow so much.&lt;br /&gt;cos even if i dont tell him anything, he understands.&lt;br /&gt;he knows my thoughts well enough to encourage me&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i really appreciate that alot.&lt;br /&gt;cos sometimes, even after i've said so much..&lt;br /&gt;no one understands&lt;br /&gt;or lets just say, no one cares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-3701115778183025306?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/3701115778183025306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=3701115778183025306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3701115778183025306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3701115778183025306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-have-any-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-8892125689406871297</id><published>2007-06-06T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:45:38.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RmbE4ZaRAhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wtKAk3vn8BI/s1600-h/Image082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072958503452213778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RmbE4ZaRAhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wtKAk3vn8BI/s320/Image082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks everyone for doing my lameo quiz :)&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) wong wen man. 80&lt;br /&gt;haha! kpo wenman, of cos shld get 80 la! rightful marks :D love ya sexaye hot lips :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) lim meichi 60&lt;br /&gt;okay la. ur results not bad already, this test quite difficult! i still love you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) cheryl lim 60&lt;br /&gt;you cheater! u tried the test 3 times! but i love you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)maryanne ng 60&lt;br /&gt;i'm proud of you :D wonderful brains to analyse my question! love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)captain whitezinc 53&lt;br /&gt;NOT BAD NOT BAD. seeing that i only knew u for barely a week...since mep camp! good good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) jessica wong 53&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. i love you darling! thanks for un-emoing me that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)michelle lee 53&lt;br /&gt;hello my beloved :D u got UR question right :D i love you so much that i dedicated one question to you! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) natalie 46&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk. i love you still...as a junior! HAHA. its time to know me better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) mr seow yibin 40&lt;br /&gt;eee! i had high hopes okay! nvm, shall forgive u seeing that u bought a grumpy cup for me :D i love you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) miss bay bay 33&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. my test was easy compared to urs lor! anyway, i also dedicated 1 question to u because i love you! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) kevin lu 26&lt;br /&gt;whee! cut ur hair and i'll cut mine :D cant wait to see u with ur short and sweet hairstyle. nonetheless, i still love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) David fong 20&lt;br /&gt;on account that u're so cute :D u're forgiven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see! i love everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-8892125689406871297?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/8892125689406871297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=8892125689406871297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8892125689406871297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8892125689406871297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RmbE4ZaRAhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wtKAk3vn8BI/s72-c/Image082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-5457855689293236597</id><published>2007-06-05T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T01:05:22.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RmRFo6JXThI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/d-bAnCJ6rQA/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072255649431637522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RmRFo6JXThI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/d-bAnCJ6rQA/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RmRFpaJXTiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QTewasstZkQ/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072255658021572130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RmRFpaJXTiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QTewasstZkQ/s320/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RmRFpaJXTjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eBU8cWrP2_k/s1600-h/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072255658021572146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RmRFpaJXTjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eBU8cWrP2_k/s320/Image076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-5457855689293236597?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/5457855689293236597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=5457855689293236597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5457855689293236597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5457855689293236597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RmRFo6JXThI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/d-bAnCJ6rQA/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-8357536167621499671</id><published>2007-06-04T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T02:23:43.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, i'm childish. yes, i'm immature. yes, i'm insensitive. And you know what, i dont care. you werent really there all along, so it wont make a difference now either. since when it was about me? it's always about YOU YOU YOU AND YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing isnt it? how my previous post contrast greatly compared to my current post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-8357536167621499671?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/8357536167621499671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=8357536167621499671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8357536167621499671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8357536167621499671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/06/yes-im-childish.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-2065720443695652768</id><published>2007-05-31T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T00:31:10.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rl23qqJXTKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hSIWhIGNDmQ/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070410698985000098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rl23qqJXTKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hSIWhIGNDmQ/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops. its in the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;cool jethro! managed to capture mr wong face on my phone, poor phone. no wonder it has been acting weirdly tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MEP CAMP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasnt as fun as i expected. fell asleep for almost every other session. the teachers dont even care la!&lt;br /&gt;thats actually quite bad, camp should be fun! this mep camp lacked of interaction between all 6 different schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nonetheless, i made many friends :)&lt;br /&gt;saw many familiar faces too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mr wong yoon foong.&lt;br /&gt;haha, even though he left sch, we still kept and contact. This mep camp was just merely another chance for us to crap with him.&lt;br /&gt;lunched with him on both days and dinnered with him tonight. chat all the way until 10.45. quite entertaining talking to him&lt;br /&gt;okay what. mr wong not bad lor! i think he's quite nice :D&lt;br /&gt;treat me to oreo milkshake + delifrance even though he rejected maryanne's and my proposal at start :D&lt;br /&gt;rings? how abt onion rings!!&lt;br /&gt;haha. inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. jonathan shin&lt;br /&gt;congratulations! another piano prodigy! teach me piano :D (eh, actually he's quite a nice chap! but heehee! are you shorter jonshin?) passed me czerny book and offered me lessons FOC :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. sharon&lt;br /&gt;got to know her when i went to claudia's church. surprisingly, she actually remembered me. haha. HI :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. jethro&lt;br /&gt;hello sister aka mr cinderella aka mr bae yong jun! see! dinner with mr wong is fun right :D introduced u suxian too! better thank me :) :) i havent used up the free voucher yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. mingkai&lt;br /&gt;still the same i guess, ever that flirtatious. hardly spoked anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. so miss bay came to join mr wong and i after her work!&lt;br /&gt;MISS BAY! you're so mean! keep bullying mr wong..but i like! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;so fun! thank you for siding me :D :D sexy hot legs in skirt yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! so MEP presentation. jethro's group won. that group leader's kinda scary..SUPER LOW VOICE. I THOUGHT SHE WAS A GUY WHEN SHE SPOKE, THEN WHEN I TURNED OVER...OMGOSH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, at least their group have enthu ppl. whereas group 2, MGS ppl (not all, i think that 1 or 2 person..dont know whats their name though) were acting kinda bossy. they talk one whole chunk of stuffs, saying "oh, we shld do a skit...to portray this this this, that that that", in the end also didnt get anything done. i think i really pissed them off when i said "err. so? can you give any &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;solid examples&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; instead of talking and talking abt the skeleton when there's no bone"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-2065720443695652768?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/2065720443695652768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=2065720443695652768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/2065720443695652768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/2065720443695652768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/05/oops.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rl23qqJXTKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hSIWhIGNDmQ/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-6764314995748476182</id><published>2007-05-26T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T00:13:40.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YESTERDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my very first oboe lesson with mr seow after decades :) I didnt practise :D i guess it was still alright. we were suppose to go on a hot date after lesson. (miss bay, mr seow and me) i'm a bad organiser :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson ended at 1.15 and we were suppose to meet miss bay at 1.45 at plaza singapura. obviously we were going to be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, so i accompanied mr seow for lunch :D his mum gave me 3 home made soon kueh. it was really nice!&lt;br /&gt;OH! I ALMOST FORGOT!&lt;br /&gt;i got this really nice cup from mr seow which has grumpy printed on it. yknw, grumpy from snow white. THANK YOU VERY MUCH. finally la, got my own personal cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIRATES IS LOVE&lt;br /&gt;still, i think the previous 2 movie were nicer. this time round, it has no plot, but overall it was still nice! especially when chow ren fatt said "welcome to singapore". if i remembered clearly, my teacher turned and said "wahlao! so cheesy!" i laughed so hard at jack sparrow's expression when he saw his ship moving by itself (actually, carried by stone crabs).&lt;br /&gt;it was super comical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dinner. couldnt blend into miss bay's and mr seow's conversation :(&lt;br /&gt;dont know a single thing that they were talking about. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i'm too lazy to continue typing.&lt;br /&gt;to be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-6764314995748476182?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/6764314995748476182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=6764314995748476182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/6764314995748476182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/6764314995748476182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesterday-had-my-very-first-oboe-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-1706372562871499177</id><published>2007-05-20T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:59:55.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MICHELLE LEE YING YING MADE MY DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stupid National Junior College. somewhat manage to steal her away from me.. yknw i get really emo these days...but when i saw her today, i felt happy ;D never fail to brighten up my days (nights)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i really appreciate mr seow.&lt;br /&gt;my ob teacher. even though he's super naggy and KPO&lt;br /&gt;but, i'm still grateful :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-1706372562871499177?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/1706372562871499177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=1706372562871499177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/1706372562871499177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/1706372562871499177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/05/michelle-lee-ying-ying-made-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-3935815489389314482</id><published>2007-05-16T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T20:47:59.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HIGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm pleasantly surprised by my MEP results. seriously. i thought i was going to fail...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT I'M HAPPY NOW :D :D :D :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm happy because i napped for 3 hours today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i heart saint saen's LE CARNAVAL DES ANIMAUX&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-3935815489389314482?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/3935815489389314482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=3935815489389314482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3935815489389314482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3935815489389314482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/05/high-im-pleasantly-surprised-by-my-mep.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-4579068048354031611</id><published>2007-05-15T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T00:32:15.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MEP CAMP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its going to be at republic polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i didnt even know that this polytechnic existed until today..&lt;br /&gt;thought it was some kinda company at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH. why cant the camp be in st nicks? then i can sleep more and wake up later :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ahh!! practical for MEP isnt counted in this term...which means, my this term PPR will suck damn badly because beloved mrs doris tan PASSED me for lit. not going to whine or anything. for those in my class, you would know how difficult is it to pass lit. ridiculous marks like 3/20 or 4/25 is a common sight in my class (absolutely no intention of saying that my class sucks).&lt;br /&gt;(rather, its mrs doris tan.....who...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENG+ ENG LIT&lt;br /&gt;being able to pass this two subject is a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;because mrs doris tan is damnit biased towards my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i work so hard for so many things that i'm now too tired.&lt;br /&gt;too tired to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to sleep, give me my well deserved break!&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes i wonder, i work so hard for what?&lt;br /&gt;so what if i fail? it doesnt matter anyway..even if u pass with flying colours, no one's gonna give u credit for doing well.&lt;br /&gt;besides, i'm getting used to ppl's comments (those not exactly good ones) so why should i care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today milestone training was interesting&lt;br /&gt;quite hilarious too.&lt;br /&gt;the main focus was "shared vision"&lt;br /&gt;its not that i think its impossible to my class to have share the same "vision"&lt;br /&gt;its just too difficult.&lt;br /&gt;just take a look at what my class was doing when the coaches made us do a poster. valery and sabrina was just colouring away...designing the poster and whatsoever. they were having so much fun! but i guess, they werent really thinking serious about the vision they wanted. imagine writing stuffs like "i want to eat poop. lollipops" -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, people like yee keat and jingyang seems too annoyed to even care. they felt embarrassed and so they sat down there and gave this really BLACK face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;so presentation time.&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE WANTED TO GO UP AND SHARE LA.&lt;br /&gt;i mean who would want to share things like "hey guys! our vision is to eat poop!"&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;and somehow, i got the dirty job&lt;br /&gt;FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just said the typical stuffs like..&lt;br /&gt;to ace O levels, love one another, more united and covalently bonded.&lt;br /&gt;stuffs like that&lt;br /&gt;then the weird coach started laughing at me because i said "we want to be bonded as in covalently bonded not bonded bonded"&lt;br /&gt;HELLO. i was like, its not even suppose to be funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drills.tmr.whatever.la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-4579068048354031611?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/4579068048354031611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=4579068048354031611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4579068048354031611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4579068048354031611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/05/mep-camp-its-going-to-be-at-republic.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-2888521945287564977</id><published>2007-05-14T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T00:32:56.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TIRED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i've just discovered my new sleeping trend. from sunday all the way to thursday night, i would be deprived of sleep...ie, less than 5 hours each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and on friday night, i'd sleep for like 14 hours or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i've been doing that for the past 2 weeks.. ahh! i think my body cant take it anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went to school today...slept at like...1.30 or something like that because i was mugging for my social studies test. and i guess it was screwed, cos i was having a splitting headache while doing the test and i didnt manage to complete the last question even though it was freaking easy.. having flu certainly didnt help much either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i felt so dizzy throughout the whole day. its like, you're asleep, but u're not. yknw, that kinda feeling. WORST OF ALL, i had mep practical...the best part was, I was the last person of the day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people like michelle lee went home at 2+ straight after her practical and i had to endure the horribly low temperature in the freezing MEP room till about 5.30.. by then, i couldnt even think properly. So i went in and played my two pieces. i was sastified considering the fact that i didnt even practise the day before and that i was having such bad headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all mrs tham said was "THANK YOU"&lt;br /&gt;at least give me some comments, telling me if its good or bad so i'll know if i'm going to pass or fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH! i'm tired okay!&lt;br /&gt;heck about homework. HEEHEE! i'm just going to sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;good night folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-2888521945287564977?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/2888521945287564977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=2888521945287564977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/2888521945287564977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/2888521945287564977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/05/tired-ive-just-discovered-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-1450981203703847173</id><published>2007-05-13T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T02:20:57.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had a real long conversation with kevin ;D thanks kevin! you're a wonderful listener and...a great source of encouragement!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at least you make me feel that i'm not useless. HAHA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw.&lt;br /&gt;i must really thank mr sze.&lt;br /&gt;he's really nice by lending me miss yeo's pictures to make her farewell present! he even took pain to drive to st nicks to pass me the lovely pics, and then drive michelle and I home. HEE :D i really really do love him!! but dont worry, i didnt tear/cut the pictures up. apparently mr sze thought i cut his pics and asked me straight away when he came online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VORTEX&lt;br /&gt;u scanned the photos right, not cut?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiffany&lt;br /&gt;YA...crazy, why would i cut it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VORTEX&lt;br /&gt;cos u said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiffany&lt;br /&gt;but u said no what...i wont want my head to get chop off by u :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VORTEX&lt;br /&gt;smart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-1450981203703847173?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/1450981203703847173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=1450981203703847173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/1450981203703847173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/1450981203703847173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/05/thank-you-d-had-real-long-conversation.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-8715034046607814153</id><published>2007-05-12T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T02:06:08.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dont try to push my limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you wont want to get me pissed, cos i can get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i'm serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant stand people who are always shouting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;once or twice, its alright...if you do it all the time and one fine day, you hit on the wrong nerve... you shall see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant stand people telling me what to do&lt;/strong&gt; (like as if as they know best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if you think you have what it takes, then do whatever you want and i shall keep quiet. however, if you arent given any authority to do so, the please jolly well shut up and keep quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant stand people talking bad behind my back/infront of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;firstly, let me define the word "bad" in my dictionary. it simply means saying something that you know i definitely wont like to hear. however, if there's really something wrong with your mouth and its itching to talk. please do it discreetly enough so that i wont even know about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant stand people who are disrespectful &amp; rude.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;be it to friends, juniors or seniors. if you're rude, then dont expect me to respect you or treat you nice.. cos i'm definitely not going to do so.&lt;/span&gt; respect ur friend as a friend. respect ur junior as a junior. And of course, respect your senior as a senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant stand people who thinks that the whole world revolves around them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello people, get your facts right, the whole world doesnt revolves around you. if u're unhappy, dont expect others to go up and comfort you or something. and if you're happy, dont expect everyone to share your joy. that is one selfish thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant stand people who doesnt look into the mirror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think that whatever person is lousy...perhaps lets say, in terms of playing skills...please reflect and look at yourself, if you keep thinking that u're the best player or whatsoever, you can never improve. And please dont say things like "oh...that person dont deserve to get this or that." instead, look at yourself and see if you really deserve it before saying such stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant stand people who are ungrateful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please do not turn your back on others who have once helped you in a way or another straight after you achieved/gained whatever you wanted because it gets me &lt;strong&gt;REALLY ANNOYED. &lt;/strong&gt;like i said, dont even try to get me annoyed because you never know what's going to happen to you. i do have some say in many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;etc etc etc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, i dont wish to see any negative comments about my post on my tagboard because its MY post.&lt;br /&gt;the way you interpret my post is none of my business. its pretty obvious who i'm refering to in this post, but i'm not going to care if that person reads it or not because this is my blog, if you dont like it, scram off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-8715034046607814153?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/8715034046607814153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=8715034046607814153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8715034046607814153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8715034046607814153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/05/me-dont-try-to-push-my-limits.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-1800309124321615998</id><published>2007-05-11T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T01:32:18.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HYPOCRITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i think thats the best word to describe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, hate me all you want.&lt;br /&gt;cos its the only way to prove that u're normal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-1800309124321615998?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/1800309124321615998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=1800309124321615998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/1800309124321615998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/1800309124321615998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/05/hypocrite-i-think-thats-best-word-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-4931691507355468960</id><published>2007-05-08T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:34:16.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tell me i'm going to die of exhaustion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)physics test&lt;br /&gt;2)eng lit test&lt;br /&gt;3)chinese test&lt;br /&gt;4)LAST oboe lesson (like as if as i got time to practise like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yep, i timed. i took 74 secs to type this.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-4931691507355468960?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/4931691507355468960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=4931691507355468960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4931691507355468960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4931691507355468960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/05/tell-me-im-going-to-die-of-exhaustion.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-1279336785167560653</id><published>2007-05-05T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:11:45.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RjydgCC2gVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ElJxIzpidu0/s1600-h/Image137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061093254887801170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RjydgCC2gVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ElJxIzpidu0/s320/Image137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SWEET PERKS THAT MAKES MY EVERYDAY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RjyaESC2gQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/q8JSILrZjlE/s1600-h/Image134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061089479611547906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RjyaESC2gQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/q8JSILrZjlE/s320/Image134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chronicles of toilets (continued -female version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RjyaEiC2gRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ssSIfNEWimE/s1600-h/Image145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061089483906515218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RjyaEiC2gRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ssSIfNEWimE/s320/Image145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so feminine right. just like jonliang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RjyaEyC2gSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/twafcqqzljU/s1600-h/Image138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061089488201482530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RjyaEyC2gSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/twafcqqzljU/s320/Image138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl wants to peek :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RjyaEyC2gTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/J5FiIBNlsmM/s1600-h/Image142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061089488201482546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RjyaEyC2gTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/J5FiIBNlsmM/s320/Image142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenman has tummyache..how unglam :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RjyaFCC2gUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SoAnWRRY2Xc/s1600-h/Image141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061089492496449858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RjyaFCC2gUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SoAnWRRY2Xc/s320/Image141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taiwanese craze ((: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i tell you tiffany&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taiwanese craze ((: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no matter how sad i feelll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;taiwanese craze ((: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you never fail to make me laugh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taiwanese craze ((: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's why i love you so much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taiwanese craze ((: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not the les kind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taiwanese craze ((: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but the friend kind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taiwanese craze ((: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww..that was so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;kiss slow! dont be emo :D&lt;br /&gt;u still have me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;okay. love declaration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilove&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wenman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ilove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wenman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ilove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wenman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ilove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wenman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ilove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wenman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ilove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wenman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilove&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wenman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ilove&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wenman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ilove&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wenman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ilove&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelleleeyingying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ilove&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelleleeyingying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ilove&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelleleeyingying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ilove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelleleeyingying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(actually cheryl lim also quite lovable :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAHA. i love tagconver at "javelyx" blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagging while blogging. blogging while tagging :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-1279336785167560653?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/1279336785167560653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=1279336785167560653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/1279336785167560653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/1279336785167560653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/05/sweet-perks-that-makes-my-everyday-d.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RjydgCC2gVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ElJxIzpidu0/s72-c/Image137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-1799779338179659384</id><published>2007-05-05T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T00:48:24.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Midsummer night's dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole of sec 3 cohort (excluding those who doesnt take lit) went for midsummer night's dream play! &amp; it was absolutely awesome!&lt;br /&gt;the play was modernised and it was cool!&lt;br /&gt;the lightings, costume, dance and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LYSANDER :D&lt;br /&gt;i mean the person acting as lysander..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, many scenes were quite horny. ie (groping of parts here and there..ETC) &amp; i shant further elaborate on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and something great happened today!&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED MY STANDING BOARD JUMP!&lt;br /&gt;it was a pleasant surprise....cos i've always failed it since i was sec 1?&lt;br /&gt;whee. and i got a D instead of a E.. i'm happy :D&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe its not very good or something, but i'm still HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;spell HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;H-A-P-P-Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i see no point in going anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-3219194512446530633</id><published>2007-05-01T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T16:59:41.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPIDERMAN III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO WATCH!!&lt;br /&gt;stupid la! "fairest gay of all" had to tell me that it was out today!&lt;br /&gt;make my whole afternoon so unproductive...cos i kept thinking watching it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. tiffany cordially invites everyone/anyone/someone to watch with her :D&lt;br /&gt;anyone kind and lovable enough to do so shall get a prize from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE PRIZE IS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;err....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;err...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a hug from me! (how's that?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EDITED&lt;br /&gt;trumpets :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trumpets &amp; cornets were cool as well.&lt;br /&gt;kenneth played the very difficult solo.&lt;br /&gt;was that a trill? cant remember, but i know it was great!&lt;br /&gt;the short drama that he acted send me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;it was so super funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if i remembered clearly, some of the audience shouted and requested him to kiss with the girl emcee.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it was a great pity cos he didnt :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JONLIANG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you want to make friends??? hurry up tag or something :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-3219194512446530633?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/3219194512446530633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=3219194512446530633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3219194512446530633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3219194512446530633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-iii-i-want-to-watch-stupid-la.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-1486095433177543602</id><published>2007-04-30T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T00:07:30.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BACH TO THE BEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i've nothing to do now, i shall talk about SAJC concert.&lt;br /&gt;i honestly thought that it was the best concert i had ever went so far.&lt;br /&gt;not because of the drama acted by kenneth and the other emcee.&lt;br /&gt;but because ppl in SAJC band arent afraid of mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OBOE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ohgosh. the oboe solo was awesome. perhaps not so much on the tone and everything...but more on the player's moral courage.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'd had freaked out if i were to play ivanhoe.&lt;br /&gt;the guy was great! he didnt cared about whether he sounded bad or not, he didnt freeze and stop just because he made some minor mistakes, and i think thats something that really deserves to be applauded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos if it was me, i would have blanked out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLARINET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if he squeaked? so what if his solo wasnt a perfect one? He managed to pick himself up and continue playing like nobody's business. enjoying himself and yet at the same time, entertaining the audience.&lt;br /&gt;He's not afraid of what others may think of him, he continued and he's wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAXAPHONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if he purposely screwed up his solo or anything. but in any case, he sounded great. he did not fear the audience's laughter. despite being laughed at, he did his best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess thats the thing about SAJC band.&lt;br /&gt;my opinion of band changed completely after that concert!&lt;br /&gt;so cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine if it was me. if i have this major big solo &amp; i actually screwed it up in front of everyone. In addition, i had to face ppl's laughter... I think i will be under so much pressure that i cant continue playing the piece.&lt;br /&gt;SAJC is so cool man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of cos, i ought to thank kenneth for inviting me for his concert.&lt;br /&gt;it was wonderful! i love the drama! i love the music! i love the musicians!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-1486095433177543602?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/1486095433177543602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=1486095433177543602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/1486095433177543602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/1486095433177543602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/04/bach-to-beat-since-ive-nothing-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-7429652672268485412</id><published>2007-04-29T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T21:57:04.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RUNNING AWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;didnt realised that i've been running away from problems, not realising the fact that i didnt have the courage to face it until matthew told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is something that i want to thank him for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU MATTHEW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i felt loads better after the 1 1/2 hour of conversation. I shouldnt care what others think about me because ultimately, its all about my conscience. this time round, i knew i had did nothing wrong &amp; why should i be so bothered by it. STUPID ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i really hope that people will learn how to use their words wisely, because if they dont, they'd end up like me. getting mistaken by others.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i'm not going to care because somethings arent worth explaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-7429652672268485412?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/7429652672268485412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=7429652672268485412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/7429652672268485412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/7429652672268485412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/04/running-away-didnt-realised-that-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-2686984289798389062</id><published>2007-04-27T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:35:45.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm too tired to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i told myself to cheer up!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; today i'm back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i wish to be as smart as mag, knowing how to use her words &lt;em&gt;carefully &lt;/em&gt;instead of just telling the truth to everyone or &lt;em&gt;anyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i wish to be as indifferent as mljl, her heck-care attitude makes life easier.&lt;br /&gt;3) i wish to be like mlyy, knowing how to choose the differentiate between "real" friends and "aquantaince".&lt;br /&gt;4) i wish to be as quiet as the girl call kit yee in my class, so at least i know i dont have to shut up since i'm already quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm too guilible, too insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun that i thought i'd going to have in band was never there.&lt;br /&gt;it was never a fact, just an illusion that blinded me for that moment&lt;br /&gt;stupid me, why did i even choose band in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;if i had knew earlier, i'd have gone to strings.&lt;br /&gt;at least i know wenman, amanda, casstan, mary-anne &amp; jessica are having loads of fun there.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that, even with the presence of michelle, band is still not fun.&lt;br /&gt;we really hate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those time in RISE and VJCSE were really memorable because that was the only tine when i looked forward to practices or rather &lt;em&gt;mr sze's scoldings. &lt;/em&gt;i really didnt cared be it getting scolded by mr cher for skipping band pract to go for practices, be it risking the fact that my attendance wouldnt be 75% at the end of year. be it facing miss susan lim telling her why we agreed to play without the sch's permission. be it getting into troubles with those CCA heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most people are only going down for band simply because&lt;br /&gt;1) they are afraid of getting humiliated by conductor&lt;br /&gt;2) they want a post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not for the passion for music, not for the joy of playing their instruments.&lt;br /&gt;and this 2 simple reasons take away all the fun and on top of that, learning only like 2 or 3 pieces throughout the whole year makes me wonder and think if i am just wasting my time in band?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing the pieces over and over again, re-using the pieces for different occasions, getting black-listed by others because I dont practise band pieces in band. those people inside just had to make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backstabbing &amp; all that.&lt;br /&gt;i finally realised that double reeds will always be double reeds.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that only my section mates wont betray me like other does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i love you mag, abby, michelle and nat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-2686984289798389062?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/2686984289798389062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=2686984289798389062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/2686984289798389062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/2686984289798389062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-too-tired-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-222011943702425080</id><published>2007-04-27T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:51:18.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/fantastical/18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Moon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hope, expectation, Bright promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; perhaps that explains my love for sleeping?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-222011943702425080?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/222011943702425080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=222011943702425080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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into more trouble)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-543179877921076432?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/543179877921076432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=543179877921076432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/543179877921076432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/543179877921076432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/04/stupidity-i-bet-no-one-will-ever-be-as.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-5514622088879481715</id><published>2007-04-22T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:54:48.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UNFAIR TRADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey. i want a fair trade (you know who you are) =p&lt;br /&gt;i practically felt the same as your poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blew my top at angela today&lt;br /&gt;and yep, i knew i shldnt have.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm real sorry about it&lt;br /&gt;but you guys must understand, it gets a little frustrating when someone comes to you almost everyweek, telling you what to do on the most sensitive topic.&lt;br /&gt;it gets annoying over time, and particularly today because i wasnt in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED MORE TIME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more time to practise oboe and piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) mep practical in 1 week time&lt;br /&gt;2) jubilate concert in 3 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;3) snyto audition in 5 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;4) another mep practical in 4 months time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope i can get into SNYTO :D&lt;br /&gt;i really like playing in orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please show it, cos its killing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i need to stop thinking about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-5514622088879481715?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/5514622088879481715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=5514622088879481715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5514622088879481715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5514622088879481715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/04/unfair-trade-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-6927636923447179712</id><published>2007-04-21T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:34:11.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I thought you'd understand, but i guess i was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont look emo.&lt;br /&gt;dont sound emo.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'm emo.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps mainly due to the below reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) we got silver for SYF&lt;br /&gt;2) i cant play piano for heavens' sake&lt;br /&gt;3) lesson with miss elaine yeo ends in 3 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;4) "undisclosed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i cant say anything for SYF. i really thought the silver was what we deserved the MOST. even so, i still feel a tinge of sadness.. because its my one and only time playing for SYF, and the results aint great. i did my best,not sure about others though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stupid mep practical is making me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i have to live up to my beloved piano teacher's reputation&lt;br /&gt;i cant afford to flung this because my mep PPR last term was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm annoyed with myself for not playing well.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i tell myself, "tiffany! its only some black and white keys. whats so difficult about pressing them?"&lt;br /&gt;but results proved me wrong. those black and white keys are my greatest fear right NOW.&lt;br /&gt;i hate them, &amp;amp; i doubt they love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i started to like my new oboe teacher-miss elaine yeo, my oboe teacher decides to come back from US.&lt;br /&gt;not that i dont like my oboe teacher, he's perfectly fine and i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;but its just that, i think i'm going to miss miss yeo too.&lt;br /&gt;and i must say, i havent done my part as a good student for this few months.&lt;br /&gt;i mean SSO teacher should have SSO standard and everything.&lt;br /&gt;but i feel that i've been playing so badly for every lesson, far below mr seow's and miss yeo's expectations. i know it, but i dont do anything about it. i regret.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i somehow felt that miss yeo didnt really dare to scold me or anything maybe because she felt that i'm mr seow's student and she doesnt have any right to do so? i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poor sister had really bad migraine today. cos my brother, sis and I intended to have dinner at NYNY. we placed our order, and when our food came. my sister's hurts so much that she actually had to swallow down 2 pills of painkillers and went home early to rest. leaving the whole plate of pasta untouched. then the funny thing is that...she blames the "unclean air" in NYNY for her migraine. cos she said when she returned home, her head didnt hurt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking "you swallowed two pills, and if it actually still hurts, i think panadol is a useless creation."&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i didnt realise that i cared so much so that it actually hurts&lt;br /&gt;i'm sinking in deeper and deeper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like being trapped in moving sand&lt;br /&gt;someone please grab me tight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-6927636923447179712?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/6927636923447179712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=6927636923447179712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/6927636923447179712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/6927636923447179712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-thought-youd-understand-but-i-guess-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-4009805223727330750</id><published>2007-04-15T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:48:49.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Some things are hard to control, so are my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RiIrPsSqJaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gmAKeZIjEgw/s1600-h/Image099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053649280450569634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RiIrPsSqJaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gmAKeZIjEgw/s320/Image099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RiIrP8SqJbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7XTFphmpev8/s1600-h/Image096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053649284745536946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RiIrP8SqJbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7XTFphmpev8/s320/Image096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church &amp; piano.&lt;br /&gt;and that sums up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church was fun. had lunch with the youth, something which i havent done for a long long time since i stopped going to youth. Yay! i'm really excited. SYF's over next tuesday and no more band practs on sat, which means i can go for youth again :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm so looking forward to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and piano was as fun as usual. had fun looking at baltimore's pic. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 MORE DAYS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOLD FOR SYF PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-4009805223727330750?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/4009805223727330750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=4009805223727330750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4009805223727330750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4009805223727330750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-things-are-hard-to-control-so-are.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RiIrPsSqJaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gmAKeZIjEgw/s72-c/Image099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-5412800083149474126</id><published>2007-04-14T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T23:21:12.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when i'm starting to love band...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RiDpw8SqJWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qarFrIAly84/s1600-h/Image091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053295808937076066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RiDpw8SqJWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qarFrIAly84/s320/Image091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;male teacher's toilet.&lt;br /&gt;male urinal reeks of ammonia.&lt;br /&gt;but it looks cute &amp; lovely, wonder if it works well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RiDpw8SqJXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Ra5k2Q0ZR0Q/s1600-h/Image092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053295808937076082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RiDpw8SqJXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Ra5k2Q0ZR0Q/s320/Image092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mag giving it a try...doesnt seems to work well.&lt;br /&gt;opps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RiDpxMSqJYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7kotYK5D-gU/s1600-h/Image095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053295813232043394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RiDpxMSqJYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7kotYK5D-gU/s320/Image095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby : why is the stupid bus taking so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RiDpxcSqJZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tS15EdVzVZs/s1600-h/Image094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053295817527010706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RiDpxcSqJZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tS15EdVzVZs/s320/Image094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired &amp;amp; hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RiDohMSqJVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_LkTxUGXQRE/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053294438842508626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RiDohMSqJVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_LkTxUGXQRE/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag's the champion! Abby lost!&lt;br /&gt;Widest legs rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RiDmv8SqJUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6DemDT5Ae4U/s1600-h/140407+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053292493222323522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RiDmv8SqJUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6DemDT5Ae4U/s320/140407+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall let the picture speaks for itself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-5412800083149474126?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/5412800083149474126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=5412800083149474126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5412800083149474126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/5412800083149474126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-when-im-starting-to-love-band.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/RiDpw8SqJWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qarFrIAly84/s72-c/Image091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-8039018798038405461</id><published>2007-04-13T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:09:47.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When lesson gets too BORING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the famous tiffany's PICTURES AT AN EXIBITION.&lt;br /&gt;P.S NOT MUSSORGSKY'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-YEMSqJTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_slQgeBvS_Y/s1600-h/Image079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052924504719369522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-YEMSqJTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_slQgeBvS_Y/s320/Image079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-Xv8SqJOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fmP82a7TJ4k/s1600-h/Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052924156827018466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-Xv8SqJOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fmP82a7TJ4k/s320/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh man! what is mdm suay talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-XwMSqJPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/HYTymEL-SyI/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052924161121985778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-XwMSqJPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/HYTymEL-SyI/s320/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at mrs wu's colorful, flora dress.&lt;br /&gt;nowhere near her teaching though.&lt;br /&gt;DULL and BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-XwMSqJQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MJ_PMhI_Uno/s1600-h/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052924161121985794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-XwMSqJQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MJ_PMhI_Uno/s320/Image057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jcher's drone makes everyone turn crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-XwcSqJRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/avWip0OwQ1M/s1600-h/Image073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052924165416953106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-XwcSqJRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/avWip0OwQ1M/s320/Image073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE POWER OF PHYSICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-XwsSqJSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ltE79GZ_gR0/s1600-h/Image088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052924169711920418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-XwsSqJSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ltE79GZ_gR0/s320/Image088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys out there! have a look at the FEMALE toilet!&lt;br /&gt;so cool right. no where near the ammonia-filled-smelling toilet like urs.&lt;br /&gt;slacking during friendship day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-XMMSqJJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GpE-IIz5zJo/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052923542646695058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-XMMSqJJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GpE-IIz5zJo/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEOG: "give me a break! rivers arent interesting!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-XMcSqJKI/AAAAAAAAADY/xs9C6PEO4GM/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052923546941662370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-XMcSqJKI/AAAAAAAAADY/xs9C6PEO4GM/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS : what does this reminds u of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-XMcSqJLI/AAAAAAAAADg/G8Eh1KEC1jc/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052923546941662386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-XMcSqJLI/AAAAAAAAADg/G8Eh1KEC1jc/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUHUEI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-XMsSqJMI/AAAAAAAAADo/tLKy3GXkQUk/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052923551236629698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-XMsSqJMI/AAAAAAAAADo/tLKy3GXkQUk/s320/Image055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAND : does jcher seriously likes the idea of airing his armpits wherever he goes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-XMsSqJNI/AAAAAAAAADw/MOL73Oj82Fc/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052923551236629714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-XMsSqJNI/AAAAAAAAADw/MOL73Oj82Fc/s320/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEP LESSON : OCC bob-ly hairstyle. no wonder they say MEP teachers are one of a kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-8039018798038405461?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/8039018798038405461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=8039018798038405461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8039018798038405461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8039018798038405461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-lesson-gets-too-boring-and-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aYbyRWWCJJM/Rh-YEMSqJTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_slQgeBvS_Y/s72-c/Image079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-530804876529168825</id><published>2007-04-07T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T23:41:53.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This time, i know i'm right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing one thing, but saying the other.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess, i cant really help it for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time to thank those who spend hours and their saliva explaining to me.&lt;br /&gt;cos i get the whole picture now.&lt;br /&gt;if i dont deserve it, neither do you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm sad cos u make me feel that whatever i've done to help you was so not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;do whatever you please, if that helps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-530804876529168825?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/530804876529168825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=530804876529168825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/530804876529168825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/530804876529168825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-time-i-know-im-right.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-6061531025232179213</id><published>2007-04-07T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T02:01:29.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I dont know whats right or wrong anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just say that i never knew anything. never knew how to make the right decisions. never knew how to do something all by myself. never knew how to deal with problems.&lt;br /&gt;all i knew was that i was trying to run away. escape from everything. i hate that, but i cant help it. i just follow the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. mr sze and I had a so called "survey" just now&lt;br /&gt;at first, he was talking abt VJCSE.&lt;br /&gt;and ask if i'm willing to DSA into VJC for VJCSE.&lt;br /&gt;"i dont even know how to play strings instru la"&lt;br /&gt;then i was like "yep! of cos i have to DSA, cos my studies sucks"&lt;br /&gt;proceeds on to ask me if i wanna give up band for symphonia.&lt;br /&gt;then i was like "huh? i thought can only dsa into band?"&lt;br /&gt;then i got even confused when he mentions something about band combining with VJCSE&lt;br /&gt;one moment ask if i wanna DSA into VJCSE.&lt;br /&gt;one moment say dont know what winds combine with strings.&lt;br /&gt;then next moment ask, if i wanna go TJ.&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i feel like an idiot talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;cos i dont understand him even though he's speaking english.&lt;br /&gt;OMG LA. i think i just pissed him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE. i told u, i dont know whats right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'd get all answers by tmr.....whether its good or bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-6061531025232179213?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/6061531025232179213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=6061531025232179213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/6061531025232179213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/6061531025232179213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-know-whats-right-or-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-4548248231588119535</id><published>2007-03-31T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T00:43:31.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPID BAND. I HATE BAND! I HATE BAND!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think SYF sucks.&lt;br /&gt;it just brings out true character of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;the way how one section bitch about another section simply just adds on to the fact that SNSB aint united.&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously have no idea what is going on with my batch bandmates.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is like "hey! you think she will be the BM/DM? etc etc."&lt;br /&gt;i mean is it really that important about getting a damn post?&lt;br /&gt;and how some ppl comment on "ohman. why is she even playing the first? she's so lousy. / eew, why is she being kicked out? i think she should be the one. / eew, i think she cant play / HAHA! i think she deserves to be out"&lt;br /&gt;i mean why the hell are those ppl saying this kinda things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what miss sia/mr ong decides, i guess its always for the good of SNSB even though it might not be a well-favoured decision.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, so called of a "un-just" one.&lt;br /&gt;the fact remains is that, all of us have NO CHOICE but to simply comply.&lt;br /&gt;and as for sec 3 noms.&lt;br /&gt;why are ppl getting so stressed up over it when you know you have no say in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really hate it when they say "tiffany, you dont understand. cos you dont even have to fight for your SL place. its confirm urs anyway." i feel greatly insulted when someone says that to me.&lt;br /&gt;its like indirectly telling me "actually you dont really deserve it even if you get it, just that the band has no choice"&lt;br /&gt;and who knows, oboe section might not have a SL this year since i have already infuriated so many seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i get even more annoyed when ppl comes up to me "I JUST WANNA HAVE A POST. THATS ALL!" if you want, then its ur business. i dont care. I DONT CARE. &lt;strong&gt;I DONT CARE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since having a post is not something you can decide on, then whats the point of worrying about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst is like some of my over-bearing batch-band-mates come up to me and say "you know my senior says that she dont really like ppl who doesnt practise hard but still get into SYF. and those who are totally un-enthu for band ie coming late la, skip band practs. those ppl are darn annoying...they have AP. and my seniors say she wont choose that kinda ppl for SL or have any darn post" proceeds on to give me the &lt;strong&gt;[ YES! i'm-refering-to-you-tiffany-look]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.ya, you guys know i dont practise in band. you guys know that yes, i'm playing for SYF. you guys&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; THINKS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that miss sia is biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you ONE AND LAST TIME.&lt;br /&gt;i did practised.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm not that lousy in terms of playing.&lt;br /&gt;and I DONT SUCK UP TO MISS SIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on top of that, i'm having great fun from BASSOON JUNIORS.&lt;br /&gt;they sucks mightily to the core.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i can just go up to miss sia and say "can you pls pls pls get sandy out of doublereeds cos she sucks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOKS VS CHARACTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks dont last.&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LOOKS DOESNT LAST.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps maybe for like 30 years or so.&lt;br /&gt;if you were born good looking. ya, 30 years shld be the average.&lt;br /&gt;and after your prime, you will age like any human.&lt;br /&gt;grow old like any human, wrinkle like any human.&lt;br /&gt;and then you need to rely on loads and loads of cosmetics just to cover up or hide that thin line across your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whereas character lasts a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;if you have good character, its gonna accompany you for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;and face the fact, ppl with good character doesnt often come with the bonus which is "good looks"&lt;br /&gt;and that if you're choosing ur lifetime partner, shldnt character weighs more than good looks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum was like asking me a few mins ago.&lt;br /&gt;"oh...i mean no one will want a ugly man right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....maybe thats something for you guys to ponder over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-4548248231588119535?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/4548248231588119535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=4548248231588119535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4548248231588119535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4548248231588119535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/03/stupid-band.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-4953811154681388091</id><published>2007-03-12T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:51:15.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from camp.&lt;br /&gt;i think i just turned from a chinese to a malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time that i got sunburnt so badly.&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt: REMEMBER TO BRING SUNBLOCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarimbun scout camp was indeed tedious.&lt;br /&gt;but i kinda love the extreme sports that i had to do.&lt;br /&gt;ie, kayaking, rock climbing, height elements etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;though some were indeed terrifying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt really enjoyed being with my group.&lt;br /&gt;Not saying that they are HORRIBLE people, its just that no one actually showed some enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;and we got our trainer farhan &amp;amp; jocelyn pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;so that was the not so nice part...&lt;br /&gt;and we even went to the extend of missing out on RAFTING.&lt;br /&gt;to think i was looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess if mrs goh now gives me the chance to change class.&lt;br /&gt;i'd still say YES.&lt;br /&gt;been 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;yes. adapting to the class.&lt;br /&gt;i learnt loads.&lt;br /&gt;i learnt how to filter out extra noises made by the class.&lt;br /&gt;i learnt how to do my homework myself and even when i dont understand it, i'd try and ask other people from other class. because if i dont understand, i doubt any of my classmates do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wonder, how long can i still tolerate all this?&lt;br /&gt;i really hate the idea of being independent.&lt;br /&gt;like doing homework so other people can copy.&lt;br /&gt;or not doing homework cos i dont know how and being mistaken for being LAZY cos the whole class didnt do.&lt;br /&gt;and being despised by teachers whom are teaching us and teachers who arent.&lt;br /&gt;leadership camp.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it just makes me more depressed as i reflect more about it.&lt;br /&gt;how other groups were more enthu, more fun.&lt;br /&gt;and whereas me, a loser...staying in my group and following the rest cos it cant really be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid st nicks.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i can get out of st nicks now go to my JC years.&lt;br /&gt;or just a simple wish will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WANT A CHANGE OF CLASS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-4953811154681388091?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/4953811154681388091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=4953811154681388091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4953811154681388091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4953811154681388091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-from-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-3619863460759547933</id><published>2007-03-05T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:40:29.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GET A LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think some ppl should get a life.&lt;br /&gt;especially those st nicks band ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i appear to have some AP [attitude problems] mainly due to the fact that i dont talk much to ppl in band and not the least bit of enthu in band, my nonchalent and heck care attitude. But i dont give much care cos i know what i'm doing and yea, i like the way i'm behaving in band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you people are so unhappy towards my behaviour or anything.&lt;br /&gt;I BEG you to tell me, so i know whats wrong with you and whats so NOT wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;dont wait till you're out of band or outside band then you come and give so much crap to my friends or ruin my nice reputation outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl always complain that my section doesnt practise much and hence we have AP.&lt;br /&gt;cant be blamed anyway. cos ppl just dont realise how much we practise. perhaps we spend much more time practising than them, but they just dont see it. there's a reason why I bring home my instrument everytime after band pract and there's a reason why DOUBLE REEDS SECTION doesnt get scolded often by conductor or anything.&lt;br /&gt;cos we practise.&lt;br /&gt;we work hard.&lt;br /&gt;not simply because "OH, the conductor is biased. OH, they suck up to conductor. OH, they are hypocrites"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap those stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;so please keep those comments to yourself unless you are some world class band player and yea, maybe only then. you can have the right to say some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS A LOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-3619863460759547933?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/3619863460759547933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=3619863460759547933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3619863460759547933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3619863460759547933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/03/get-life-i-really-think-some-ppl-should.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-8498947034560275894</id><published>2007-03-04T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:08:22.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My younger sis is so annoying la.&lt;br /&gt;she used my phone until the memory dropped out.&lt;br /&gt;YES. i have no idea how she did that&lt;br /&gt;then the worst is that.&lt;br /&gt;ALL MY FAHRENHEIT'S PICS ARE INSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;i havent even got a chance to load into my com and my card's gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. ARGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-8498947034560275894?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/8498947034560275894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=8498947034560275894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8498947034560275894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8498947034560275894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-younger-sis-is-so-annoying-la.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-3106005873752866773</id><published>2007-02-10T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T20:46:03.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;today was a bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;unlike yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone apparently flared up on me for no reasons.&lt;br /&gt;only asked if wanna eat lunch or dinner.&lt;br /&gt;if you dont want, you dont have to say it in such sarcastic way.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'm just overly sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;to think we were still playing cards, having so much fun yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;and i just wanted to tell you something...&lt;br /&gt;forget it, i dont think i'm going to tell him anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was good.&lt;br /&gt;i met up with jinlin!&lt;br /&gt;MY EX EX EX EX EX bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;p4 bestie (:&lt;br /&gt;okay. lunched at sakae.&lt;br /&gt;SO FUN. valery paid for almost all of us.&lt;br /&gt;yep. then we chat and err crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then left city hall at 5.30 cos everyone had their own things to do.&lt;br /&gt;valery had tuition at 7&lt;br /&gt;jinlin's mum was hurrying her to get home.&lt;br /&gt;and fiona just wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;and as for me, i had to make a trip down to acsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. thats all. i will try and find time to blog again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-3106005873752866773?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/3106005873752866773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=3106005873752866773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3106005873752866773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/3106005873752866773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-was-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-8725158410744599644</id><published>2007-01-17T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T20:46:01.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it really so hard to agree to my request&lt;br /&gt;or is it st nicks just looks down on ppl who arent from higher chinese / special.&lt;br /&gt;they made it sounds like its a BIG thing to change class when its just clicking a few buttons on the com and yaa, my class is successfully changed.&lt;br /&gt;If christabel can get to choose her class for two years, i dont see why i cant. Just because she's in special and i'm not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fairness, welfare. whats up with that two word. lousy results. math and science not good enough. What if i can find students with lousier results in a better class, then can i change? or maybe it just because they have HIGHER CHINESE to back them up. if that is the case, i have nothing more to say. cos i had the privileged to choose in p4, yet i chose to listen to my form teacher and didnt take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still dont understand, why are miss low and mrs goh making such big fuss out of it. does it matter if i had another reason for changing class? I'm still stuck in 3 grace anyway. so whatever explanation would be futile, then whats the point of sacrificing my recess time, lunch time just to meet them and indulge in this pointless discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asking absolutely ridiculous question like "are you accepting this class?"&lt;br /&gt;so what if i am not? are you allowing me to change my class?&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;then whats the point.&lt;br /&gt;and i really hated it when she pen down every single detail of what i said, it gets pretty annoying because its like i am treated like a prisoner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking about last year's result. math and science. i dont think i did that poorly in my science. and as for math, yea, they checked out my results. but do they know that mrs seah was my math teacher?&lt;br /&gt;maybe they do. if they do, then that should explain my poor results.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe they can blame it on me, why didnt i work hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, they have to understand not all parents are affluent enough to afford for tuition and music fees at the same time. Who do i ask when i needed help? ask mrs seah? i did, but no matter how much she explains, she just werent clear enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess the only thing i can do now is to be realistic.&lt;br /&gt;RICH &amp;amp; SMART.&lt;br /&gt;only if you have both of them, then ppl will look up to you with respect.&lt;br /&gt;because i dont think Mrs Goh was being polite to my mum in the way she treated her. and VE lessons wont work unless those teachers proved a living example.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-8725158410744599644?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/8725158410744599644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=8725158410744599644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8725158410744599644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8725158410744599644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/01/is-it-really-so-hard-to-agree-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-8369610299782652797</id><published>2007-01-13T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T02:53:50.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Un-closed my blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;taken out the relevant posts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it doesnt matter anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. 2nd week of sch has been pretty much the same. I really hope for a change in class even though my classmates were nice enough to vote me as a physics rep though i was in toilet. As for anything else that matters, i choose not to openly declare in any case that i might get into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, SYB just left for US today. A long 4 mths before he's back. Felt really grateful for that sms, Mag and I are definitely going to miss him too.. therefore, we are left in the hands of Miss Elaine Yeo. I really really pray that she's not going to be as scary as what he said. I'm like freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handphone bill for dec hit up to $100++ which is like absolutely scary. and its only like barely the start of the month, i have already used up all my free sms-es la. mainly thanks to, wyf, michelle lee, mag, mr seow, eunice, wenman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but okay la, those sms-es cranked me up during BORING lessons.&lt;br /&gt;especially wyf's one. he havent change a single bit. hee (: maybe the only thing that he changed was that he became more encouraging. Offer help in MEP. and michelle lee, we killed boredom with each other's sms-es. I MISS YOU. and those naggy sms-es from mag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAND. i think miss sia is &lt;strong&gt;very very&lt;/strong&gt; scary.&lt;br /&gt;she gets angry easily and cools down super fast.&lt;br /&gt;i remembered on tuesday she scolded me so badly for allowing wenman into the band room and asking her to help me pull the joints of the oboe out.she screamed at such mighty voice that my legs turned weak.&lt;br /&gt;then the next moment, she started joking and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking "IS THAT FOR REAL? am i supposed to laugh with her or feel apologetic for what i had done"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, that sums up my this 2 weeks of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and the hell load of homework.&lt;br /&gt;i can easily name more than 5 different hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;and i love my math teacher this year.&lt;br /&gt;miss poore. She can teach super well and she's patient with us though our class is quite a noisy one. I think she really deserves our respect. and i hope i'll get to pass my math test though i didnt went for mrs seah lesson (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-8369610299782652797?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/8369610299782652797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=8369610299782652797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8369610299782652797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/8369610299782652797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/01/un-closed-my-blog_13.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-4554394209495762889</id><published>2007-01-01T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:01:20.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. i got the answers i need from God.&lt;br /&gt;i believe it wasnt by luck that the sermon today was super related to the problems i had lately. and i thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year eve.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, the excitement which i used to had for this kinda so called "happening" stuffs disappeared. even as for christmas, i just felt it was just like any other normal day except that its Jesus's bdae. Like why do i even need to bother about such stuffs, time still passes whether u want it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the only thing i did was to have lunch with andy/ivan/joanne/valerie after church today. well, that was also my typical sunday(s) activities after church which was really nothing much for me to look forward to.  ooh. maybe its slightly more special today cos Ailsa bought me a shirt [and i love it] and i went TCC with my usual lunch partners.. well, and thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we separated. andy and ivan met up with the rest for steamboat at tiong bahru and then my parents brought me to have steamboat at dont know where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though its just another typical day of mine. i still wanna thank God for this day &amp;amp; i pray that 2007 will be a better year for me and for u guys as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-4554394209495762889?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/4554394209495762889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=4554394209495762889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4554394209495762889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/4554394209495762889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28830372.post-1277794631919433929</id><published>2006-12-31T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T03:02:15.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dajie is like back from vietnam&lt;br /&gt;and she bought me a wallet&lt;br /&gt;a designer's wallet.&lt;br /&gt;which costs abt US$300 if u order online.&lt;br /&gt;but then, she bought it in vietnam where the head company is.&lt;br /&gt;so its a lot more cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she was like so excited cos she bought 2 hand bags and 2 wallets.&lt;br /&gt;1 wallet for me of cos.&lt;br /&gt;then she ask me "eh. u like ur present?DESIGNER'S WALLET LEH"&lt;br /&gt;[no idea why she emphasized on the word "designer" so much]&lt;br /&gt;then i was like "HUH why designer's wallet like so ugly one."&lt;br /&gt;then she was like "haiz, u just dont know how to appreciate branded stuffs"&lt;br /&gt;-.- DIAO la. what branded stuffs. the design looks kinda weird la.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it will still make a nice wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some IPA-NIMA wallet.&lt;br /&gt;so weird. but i like it (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28830372-1277794631919433929?l=mrloree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/feeds/1277794631919433929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28830372&amp;postID=1277794631919433929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/1277794631919433929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28830372/posts/default/1277794631919433929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloree.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-dajie-is-like-back-from-vietnam-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031331208712115417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
