<?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-11025813</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:03:24.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girls Don't Cry</title><subtitle type='html'>ashleigh inc.2005</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>390</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-3155939777836368152</id><published>2008-08-02T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:33:05.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stupid.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-3155939777836368152?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3155939777836368152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=3155939777836368152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3155939777836368152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3155939777836368152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/08/stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-3349083952065554483</id><published>2008-07-29T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:19:06.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn apart</title><content type='html'>Psyched up for Grad Night? Well, not exactly cos there are the daunting Prelims and Os coming really soon, sooner than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated like crap luh, I can't do my Amath questions! Spent the whole night doing my organic chem on TYS, because we need it tomorrow. Actually because I don't want to get caught for undone homework. Which wasn't the case on Monday actually, she just called me to answer a question which I just so happened to skip. Phooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway about the Amath. Its like the only freaking chapter in the textbook that I'm not entirely sure of. Fiddlesticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be all about studystudystudy, mugmugmug now. The only thing I can say is, well, it'll be all over soon. Cos O levels are in 2.5 months time. Everyone's stressed up like crap luh, school's like a torture chamber now where they breathe facts and techniques and information and whatnot into us in replacement of gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I know my previous posts have been less than happy. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today's a winding road that's taking me places I don't want to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-3349083952065554483?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3349083952065554483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=3349083952065554483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3349083952065554483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3349083952065554483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/07/torn-apart.html' title='Torn apart'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-2438153360524377000</id><published>2008-07-27T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:51:17.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn the house down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Newton's third law of motion&lt;/strong&gt; states that for every action, there is equal and opposite reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can relate to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-2438153360524377000?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2438153360524377000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=2438153360524377000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2438153360524377000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2438153360524377000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/07/burn-house-down.html' title='Burn the house down.'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-4460422210048209031</id><published>2008-07-21T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:20:02.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light up the sky</title><content type='html'>Yet another midnight post. Monday morning, Sunday night, whatever. I'm still stuck here doing the stupid Statement of Experience. I know its for our own good and stuff cos we're helping teachers write our testimonial, but can't they give warning like, 3 years beforehand? Or do they want to make us suffer trying to recall all the major and minor activities we did since Sec 1? BLEAH. I think the school should make it a point to make the girls do a summary every year so they don't suffer. Super funny luh, half the class is still online chionging for SOE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are super dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-4460422210048209031?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4460422210048209031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=4460422210048209031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4460422210048209031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4460422210048209031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/07/light-up-sky.html' title='Light up the sky'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-7544634172855066165</id><published>2008-07-19T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T18:04:17.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will search the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;embracing&lt;/strong&gt; my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get this : I'm doing mindmaps on conserving the Rainforests, on plain paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-7544634172855066165?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7544634172855066165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=7544634172855066165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7544634172855066165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7544634172855066165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/07/someday.html' title='I will search the world.'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-3501158468755101557</id><published>2008-07-17T22:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T19:33:24.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not gonna write you a love song</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Clsoe your eyes, you won't see me crashing down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying now, but I dunno how to complete my Geometric Proofs homework. Plus I just had hardcore AMath tuition. So this is where I always end up, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half good half bad day today! My stupid 24 hour headache was still there when I woke up in the morning, and comtinued all the way until after recess. That obviously left me in a foul mood. But &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt; are the remedy. So yay for wonderful friends! Had a few free periods today. After Chem (I nearly died, double Chem!), we were supposed to have RME but my class had to do the QSE. Which was totally pointless and made no sense. I think we did it before anyway. So then we had to miss RME, booooo. Did my chem homework for the remaining period (someone kill me please) and then Mr Yap came in for physics. That was normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see Mrs Nics to pass up my Leadership thingy form, then she asked me to do the online survey. But I didn't have it in my email so I waited for Kai, Liz and Jac to finish it. By that time recess was over. So forget it luh. Damn the headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was a biggggg LAUGH. Okay, the Endangered Species question was no laugh; it was so difficult! But when Mrs Low split us up into our groups to do oral discussion, gosh hahaha. They can all be so funny luh. So we just talked and talked, discussed each topic together instead of just making one person do one topic. We came up with the weirdest answers! But hey, we got the work done okay :D Chinese succeeded English. Supposed to go to the hall for MT week but we got thrown up, wth. Turns out the Sec 4s turn is actually tomorrow. Riiight. So then me, Janice and Olga went back to class where we joined the B class girls watching CJ7. I sat with Jac but we didn't watch, not really. Talking most of the time, and what crap haha. But it was fun! And she was squealing at how cute the furry little alien was. As expected luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch before math test. I kinda screwed that up cos I completely forgot my Circle Theorem, which means that I lost marks for that whole question, 7m altogether. ): Jac so kindly stayed back with me to keep me company while I whiled time away before tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My belongings seem to be cursed or something. First my Winnie the Pooh pencil box breaks (the top cover came out), then my school bag completely gives way. Thanks ah. I have to get a new school bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised that I haven't baked for ages. Think the last time I started a cake from scratch was last year, and same goes for the cookies. This year I baked Jac's birthday cupcakes, and that's about it (if I can recall properly). Eeeeeek ): I'm such a lazy pig! Plus there are a few cake mix packets in the cupboard, but I can't even drag myself to make one. So easy some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its so simple to be afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its so simple when you know who you are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-3501158468755101557?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3501158468755101557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=3501158468755101557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3501158468755101557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3501158468755101557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/07/give.html' title='I&apos;m not gonna write you a love song'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-4304710705390764861</id><published>2008-07-16T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:31:01.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're gonna shoot you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My head hurts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head hurts. Head hurts like craaaaaap. Damn. Where did that headache come from!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHF? Completely stupid. I couldn't do the dance without hitting someone with my overly long arms. PE was the best thing that happened today! Ran like 6 rounds (or I think I did), stretching, then Ms Tiru dished the good news. PLAY NETBALL! :D And Captain's ball. Omfzxsg, it was the bonb! My team was super funny and everything, and I had a really really good time running around and playing. Like getting into the game and everything! Yeah, that was a good workout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay rest of the day was stupid, including the geog test. And my head really hurts now, ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SH3b4yedj9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/b5g0vBGTxKs/s1600-h/liz+ash+sherry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223572911488339922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SH3b4yedj9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/b5g0vBGTxKs/s320/liz+ash+sherry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/11025813-4304710705390764861?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4304710705390764861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=4304710705390764861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4304710705390764861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4304710705390764861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-gonna-shoot-you.html' title='We&apos;re gonna shoot you'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SH3b4yedj9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/b5g0vBGTxKs/s72-c/liz+ash+sherry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-3947719818391977510</id><published>2008-07-14T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:15:02.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll keep you locked in my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Speak softly, Love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning! Like 00.10 man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna die in school tomorrow. Its past midnight and I'm still doing notes! Pffft. This week's gonna be crazy anyway, AMath test tomorrow (or rather, later), 'O' Level Chinese Listening Compre on Tuesday, Geog Natural Veg on Wednesday and EMath on Thursday (not to mention AMath tuition). Plus, scheduled afternoon study starting this week for the whole level! And Friday is the Sec 4 student leaders Transformational Leadership follow-up thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be super busy I won't have time to think. But I gotta get used to it. Prelims are coming Ashleigh! If you count properly, there's less than 10 days left for each subject before Prelims.&lt;strong&gt; DIE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admist the temperamental rain there was thunder and lightning, which made me think of Sherry. She would always scream when she saw lightning or heard thunder and duck her head. Everyone else around her would be more scared of her screams than the lightning and thunder. I miss you babe! Come HOME soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be a helluva ride. There's definitely tension on school now, I can almost feel it. If I don't go home to study everyday, I'll be the only one not doing it. Back to those notes now peepes. And I better sleep soon or watch those eyebags grow darker, and darker, darker...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-3947719818391977510?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3947719818391977510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=3947719818391977510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3947719818391977510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3947719818391977510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-keep-you-locked-in-my-head.html' title='I&apos;ll keep you locked in my head'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-3636017520233242778</id><published>2008-07-13T13:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T13:35:10.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderland</title><content type='html'>AWESOME WEEKEND :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met with Kai and Marilyn before Jody (Eeeee, dodge!) and Paris. Gosh, Kai looked so grown up luh! And everyone dressed up so nicely. So fun! Then we walked around a bit before heading to school. DRAMA NIGHT was totally spectacular. It was really good and funny and entertaining! Seriously had a wonderful time cheering for my FRIENDS. You all did great! :D After performance we went down to the canteen and went just a bit (a bit) crazy camwhoring. Lesa and Jamie especially! Haha fun fun. And finally, our drama queens came down and we gave them our CAKE specially bought for them! Marilyn chose the design, the care bear thing. Super cute luh. So sing sing, happy happy cut cake and eat and try to smash cake into face that kinda thing. Went home with Jac and Lesa, or rather Lesa. I like! (: I would post up pictures, but there are too many of them, and they're funny. So heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CONFIRMATION JACJAC! :DDDDDDD And of course, all my other friends from Christ the King! (Teresa, Alesia and Freda to name a few) Liz and I first went to Bishan to get flowers but they were terribly expensive, to our upmost horror. So we decided to forget the flowers and get Jac a balloon! It said 'happy birthday' but it wasn't that obvious. Then mass, omg that was suuuuuuuper long. 114 confirmants! But it was fun I guess (: Lesa, Jamie and Melissa sat with us. And sadly, Jamie had to leave halfway ): And she couldn't even see Jac la! So annoying. Finally, mass was over and we headed straight to congratulate our friends. And OMG, Jac looked practically STUNNING AND RADIANT in a dress! HEEHEEHEE :D Took pictures with Lesa's camera, cos my good-for-nothing camera decided not to work. I was hell pissed, but what the heck. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ILY SQUISHY TWIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIBLE QUIZ yoxzsxzsxzs! That was super fun too. We all thought, okay la don't think we're gonna win but nevermind, still have fun anyway! And guesss whhhhat, WE WON! HOSEA WON! Yippeeeee! Haha, I was the 'bell ringer' for round 1 then Kimmy took over me for 2. Round 3 was the best, the Super Happy Bonus round! Funfunfun. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SHmSWNMeiPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oy8vhahmAwc/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222366153109571826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SHmSWNMeiPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oy8vhahmAwc/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SHmSWXAiYrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/f0En5DCWc0I/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222366155743847090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SHmSWXAiYrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/f0En5DCWc0I/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SHmSWjIlE_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Cv4BWXOinP4/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222366158998803442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SHmSWjIlE_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Cv4BWXOinP4/s200/Image002.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I'm going mad already. Anway, fun weekend over, now its time to study again. ): 3 test this week as usual, its gonna be like that until Prelims and Os come I think. Scheduled afternoon study starts tomorrow, bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-3636017520233242778?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3636017520233242778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=3636017520233242778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3636017520233242778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3636017520233242778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/07/wonderland.html' title='Wonderland'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SHmSWNMeiPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oy8vhahmAwc/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-287907044887362828</id><published>2008-07-08T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:49:10.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 watt smile</title><content type='html'>Mrs Kunna wouldn't let me go home after school, so I had to do the stupid geog test I didn't even study for. I don't think the test could have gotten worse, and I really am not expecting marks for the utter crap I wrote. Diagrams horrible and everything ): But I know its my fault luh, who ask me never study, whole day yesterday finish season 1 of Gossip Girl (hehe). And I kinda forgot about the test too. Shyte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the interchange with Xiuhui while discussing geog (yes, save my soul). We were walking up the stairs when that complete bozo said "Eeee, cat!" and made me turn around and walk by another route. Like... Okay? Its just a cat. But I know how some people are with cats I guess. Take this Lagger for example. Aiyoooooo Xiu (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup, then stopped by popular to get some supplies. Happy happy selecting colours when I realised the time and decided to go. Just be a little early for the bus, felt a but kia su today. But nooooooo, some girls were taking so freaking long at the cashier and emerged from the queue carrying huge plastic bags. Gosh, they took seriously long. Like really really long. So of course that made me 3 minutes out of schedule, which meant that I was 2 minutes late for the shuttle bus and had to take a bus, then &lt;em&gt;walk back home&lt;/em&gt;. Assholes. Arrived home all hot and sticky. Thank goodness for cold green tea in the fridge :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, school today. Was kinda fun I guess, I didn't fall asleep during any lessons. And I slept at 1.30am okay! Which means I only had 4 hours of sleep. Woke up with the most disgusting purple eyebags ever. Really, the corners of the eyebags were tinged purple. WAILS. had 2 free periods today cos Mr Yap wasn't here; spent most of it doing AMath. Yippee! So I didn't need to bring the book back home. Also, we got our English Prelim Oral results today. Still can't beat my sister's 38/40, but I'm close enough. Oh, and Jac left halfway cos of her Nationals. Pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about it. The rest of the day was insignificant. Unless I forgot something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming events! (That I THINK I'm going for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; Drama Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; Christ the King Confirmation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-287907044887362828?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/287907044887362828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=287907044887362828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/287907044887362828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/287907044887362828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/07/100-watt-smile.html' title='100 watt smile'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-8671620619221346138</id><published>2008-07-07T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:28:11.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices - Saosin</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I miss the part, when we were moving forward now&lt;br /&gt;On our way down&lt;br /&gt;But maybe someday, I'll be something more than love&lt;br /&gt;Just know I'll never tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're on your way down&lt;br /&gt;[Through the clouds]&lt;br /&gt;And you're waiting for your body's re-entry again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;When fighting with the ones we've loved&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we say what we're thinking of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing parts, now that you've told me everything&lt;br /&gt;On our way down&lt;br /&gt;And I was blessed and I've forgotten how to love&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd never tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're on your way down&lt;br /&gt;And you're waiting for your body's re-entry again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;When fighting with the ones we've loved&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we say what we're thinking of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even I will tell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;When fighting with the ones we've loved&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;We say these things to know they're real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;When fighting with the ones we've loved&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we say what we're thinking of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;when fighting with the one's we've loved&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;We speak in different voices&lt;br /&gt;To know why you're crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying...&lt;br /&gt;I'll never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-8671620619221346138?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/8671620619221346138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=8671620619221346138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8671620619221346138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8671620619221346138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/07/voices-saosin.html' title='Voices - Saosin'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-1426138294163234906</id><published>2008-07-06T15:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:48:46.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you bring me down today</title><content type='html'>NO SCHOOL TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its raining. Phooey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised I don't post about Sundays, though I post on Sundays, so now I shall post about Sundays! Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week was super duper funny, and fun too! All the youth catechists (and some catechists) had to perform a skit about the prophet Daniel. So after mass, we all went to the CL room to get costumes! Teehee, and since I was the statue (big deal), I had to wear this cloth thingy. Anyway, all went off to the park to practise a bit but the kids came too early! So we kinda practised only half the skit. But overall everyone thought it was really good and said we put in alot of effort! Vanessa Wee made a really funny king, hehe. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While Uncle Roderick was summarising our play, Anne and Alfred decided to camwhore a bit. In the end we only took like one picture, but its ok! Super hilarious. We look funny too! So yup, went back to class and we continued the lesson on Salvation History. But Kimmy and I were kinda exhausted and zonked out after a while. Oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SHB2P-bzDVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0fD7EXkaqys/s1600-h/Photo0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219801984952110418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SHB2P-bzDVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0fD7EXkaqys/s320/Photo0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Alfred has fairy wings but they're kinda hidden. Anne's super cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SHB2QD_fpYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/826fZjlhzRs/s1600-h/Photo0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219801986444010882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SHB2QD_fpYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/826fZjlhzRs/s320/Photo0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;YAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Sunday! Nothing much, kinda boring actually. Marcus brought his new fisheye to class and took a picture of me and Kim, though I don't think it turned out nice. Oh well. The whacko game with the prophet names was funny though, boys are such rascals. Then we had to split up into groups and discuss some stuff. Got kinda boring while Ben was writing out points on Ezekiel, so I started chatting with the girls. Teehee! And Janielle's gonna be running for Nats on Wednesday! Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SHB3XLHP7OI/AAAAAAAAAFU/b9K1d1qXXss/s1600-h/Kim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219803208126295266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SHB3XLHP7OI/AAAAAAAAAFU/b9K1d1qXXss/s320/Kim.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;KIMMYYYYYY! (: Finally, a photo! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-1426138294163234906?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/1426138294163234906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=1426138294163234906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/1426138294163234906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/1426138294163234906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-you-bring-me-down-today.html' title='Don&apos;t you bring me down today'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SHB2P-bzDVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0fD7EXkaqys/s72-c/Photo0067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-4328533949893413282</id><published>2008-07-04T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T15:37:46.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it again for me</title><content type='html'>I am going to wallow in my misery and be an angsty teen. For now.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jac I miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-4328533949893413282?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4328533949893413282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=4328533949893413282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4328533949893413282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4328533949893413282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/07/say-it-again-for-me.html' title='Say it again for me'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-2445815268576332371</id><published>2008-07-01T19:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:00:48.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jump over the candle stick.</title><content type='html'>Today, I spent my last guides meeting in the rubbish dump outside school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay no, Eliza did actually. I spent most of the time hovering outside, unable to bear the smell. Sometimes I wonder if she actually lives there, its like her home. Meanwhile Eunice was laughing while Eliza was unloading the broken wood into the smelly bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back track a little. Though we stepped down yesterday, we (the seniors) were called back for a last meeting. So yup yup, and it was really fun! Sunning poles was the activity because Eliza wanted to stock take. Eunice and I had a little bit of football fun with the poles, while Kaiying took care of the kitkat stuff and Xiuhui... I think she was taking photo orders. The guides photos are real funny anyway! Charlotte came down a while later after AMath lesson and joined us in kicking and rolling the poles. And that pantat fell down, HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collected all the disgusting mouldy rotten fungus-infested poles and we started breaking them. At first Charlotte and I used a saw but it sooooo didn't work, so we used Eliza's wonderful method of smashing them against the floor, heh heh. Super funny. All the wood splinters were flying everywhere! Some of it got into my shoe. Xiuhui tried her idea of using a parang to break the wood, but fat hope that luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this continued until it was time to fall out and so, the current batch of PLs dismissed the guides and asked people to stay back and help clear up if possible. Eliza and I took the trolley and started transporting all the broken wood to the dump outside. Very noisy and rocky journey as the borrowed trolley was making a hell of a racket. And troublesome, all the poles kept falling out! By the time we reached the school gates we were laughing so hard our stomachs hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time the security guard was there, he opened the barrier for us and we rolled our way to the dump. But the second time round the barrier wasn't open and we had to squat and roll at the same time. Imobilisied a while after that because I really couldn't stop laughing. And there was a taxi driver staring at me and Eliza making a fool of ourselves. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the rubbish dump thing. Oh my goodness, Eliza can be a karang guni when she retires or something. Super good luh. And she claims she's 'used to the smell'. Goodness knows what she does when no one's looking. Went back to school and washed the wood splinters off the trolleys before we returned them. That was when we caught sight of the COMPLETE MESS the others left behind. The parade square was still littered with wood splinters! So clean clean, sweep sweep sweep. back hurt after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total, I think we spent 1.5 hours cleaning up. Indeed a memorable last meeting! Haha. I'm really gonna miss laughing with the PLs (seniors) now. Heehee. And hey, I know what to get Eliza for christmas now. AIR FRESHENER. Eunice, let's spilt the cost :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its July, can you believe it? Approximately 110 more days to 'O' levels, I want to cry already. It sounds horrifically near! If I screw up prelims, goodbye me, even ITE won't accept me. Not that I'm aiming to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE ORAL TOMORROW I'M FREAKING SCARED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-2445815268576332371?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2445815268576332371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=2445815268576332371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2445815268576332371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2445815268576332371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/07/jack-be-nimble-jack-be-quick-jack-jump.html' title='Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jump over the candle stick.'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-5920597984832043761</id><published>2008-06-26T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:12:54.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to us all</title><content type='html'>Not good, I fell asleep in two lessons, chem and math. Woke up feeling like total crap. Supposed to be paying my fullest attention to lessons as there's really limited time left to 'O' levels. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE ORAL ON WEDNESDAY I am going to cry! ): And there's geog test on Monday and ss test on Tuesday, both past year work. Gonna die, gonna die, gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition today was quite alright though, I didn't screw up as badly. I can't wait for mass tomorrow in school! Miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What happened to us all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have we slept through it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taking hits off the surface (surface)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its too hard to swallow it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Their judgments are concentrated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On everything they know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Was it long enough or did he wake you up from your sleeping?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've overheard it once&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This has gone on before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's still one and the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(When you're accounted for)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We seem so far away from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These things we used to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We seem so far away from everything we are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Why are you sleeping?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone that moves around me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're saying nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That makes the fire burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say we're something that no one wanted to hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They know that everything is wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Was it long enough or did he wake you up from your sleeping?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've overheard it once&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This has gone on before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's still one and the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(When you're accounted for)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We seem so far away from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These things we used to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We seem so far away from everything we are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All we are is golden (golden)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This won't mean a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All we know is golden (golden)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This won't mean a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-5920597984832043761?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/5920597984832043761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=5920597984832043761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5920597984832043761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5920597984832043761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-happened-to-us-all.html' title='What happened to us all'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-5064154168077037401</id><published>2008-06-24T20:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:58:16.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Revior</title><content type='html'>Okay, so its over. No more guides for me, or the PLs, or the Sec 4s/5s. We're all seniors now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;To the PLs:&lt;/span&gt; What can I say, thanks for everything dearies. You guys already know how much you mean to me. Me love you long time! And I'll really really miss all of you after we graduate. Already I'm missing guides with you guys. And I'll never forget the fun we had :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;To the Guides Committee 08/09:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; CONGRATULATIONS. You guys deserve it. Have fun, good luck, and do a good job ok! Don't let the seniors and previous batches be disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;To Oriole Patrol:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You guys rock, seriously. I'll miss you alot! Keep up the good work ok? We're a strong patrol, remember! I love Oriole (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;To the Guides of HIJ 1st Coy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'll miss all of you. ): Thanks for the memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SGDuY5U1NJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oR3Ocn9Uwuw/s1600-h/Oriole.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215430479967499410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SGDuY5U1NJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oR3Ocn9Uwuw/s320/Oriole.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The wonderful Oriole Patrol. We feel good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SGDuqNABn4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/g6lnDMyVhcw/s1600-h/PLs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215430777306718082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SGDuqNABn4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/g6lnDMyVhcw/s320/PLs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eliza and Xiuhui missing. I LOVE MY PLs :D&lt;/span&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/11025813-5064154168077037401?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/5064154168077037401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=5064154168077037401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5064154168077037401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5064154168077037401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-so-its-over.html' title='Au Revior'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SGDuY5U1NJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oR3Ocn9Uwuw/s72-c/Oriole.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-9193749908652515229</id><published>2008-06-23T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:47:21.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer.</title><content type='html'>Basically, first day of school wasn't that bad. I'm glad because I got to see all my friends! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to pass by classes without a) getting scolded or b) falling asleep (considering the limited amount of sleep I had the night before). It was announcd this morning that our Concert Band folks won a Gold in China! Yay! Had quite a number of free periods today. Laoshi didn't come so the whole class wasted away 2 whole periods. Quite a bad thing, seeing that O level oral starts either this week or next week? Scary. And there's still listening compre after that. Ms Yap didn't come today too, so I finished my integration worksheet super fast and &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt; to do geog. Fat hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem prac, now that was fun! Did 2 experiments as usual, one titration and one speed of reaction. Titration's really tedious, just 1 drop of acid can change the whole results. But once we got the hang of it, it turned out quite fun actually. (: My whole bench was having a laugh. Got our consecutive results and everything. The second time I was titrating though, my clip just suddenly refused to work on me and the acid wouldn't stop flowing into the flask! So when I finally managed to stop the irritating thing from leaking (that includes getting myself sprayed with acid, thank goodness all chemicals in labs are diluted) my solution had already turned viciously pink. That's waaaaaayyyyy beyond the end point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second experiment! Now that was freaking funny, and very easy too. Just that the magnesium ribbon simply refused to dissolve in S3 and took &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt; to finally dissolve. At first I was laughing at Jamie's 8+ min, but then Ayleen beat her by 1 more minute. Funny funny. That was by far the easiest experiment I recall doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handover's tomorrow. it's been really weird, mixed feelings and everything. If I recall correctly, by last year December the PLs were already looking forward to a good break, with all the major activies going on. Combined camp and what else luh. But now, the day's finally here. I really can't imagine school life without a CCA, without Guides. first it was excitement, then apprehension, and now... I don't know. But I'm stepping down tomorrow (: All the PLs are. I won't ever forget the PLs! Quote Eliza "now i already feel funny when i don't have much to do". I totally agree! I'll miss guides anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Sherry you Foodus, you're stepping down tomorrow too!&lt;br /&gt;Well congratulations in advanced to those who are getting promoted, you deserve it! And you'll find out tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O levels are coming.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOYCELYN YEO! (:&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/11025813-9193749908652515229?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/9193749908652515229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=9193749908652515229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/9193749908652515229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/9193749908652515229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/06/your-voice-was-soundtrack-of-my-summer.html' title='Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer.'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-3069396857520931420</id><published>2008-06-21T14:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:53:25.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're essential to survive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SFydiawch6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/3uiZ1HOnFq8/s1600-h/I+love+school.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214215683211823010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SFydiawch6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/3uiZ1HOnFq8/s400/I+love+school.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm thinking that half the cohort will turn up in school on Monday with their homework incomplete. Its just crazy, I don't know why. So far I only know 1 idiot who has completed her homework. Jody Wong Jia Qi! You are insane, and very free. Haha! Kit Yee bets that more than half will have homework incomplete. Oh well. School's coming kids. Fasten seatbelts, we're in for another ride.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday's lunch with Jody and Van was super funny! Kai and Val were absent though ): And Val, can you give me some sign that you're alive? Anyway, Jo (for once) was the early bird and was super proud of it luh. Then finally Van came and we walked round a bit, before succumbing to our hunger. Pastamania it was! And for once I ordered something else besides Creamy Chicken, heh. Those 2 idiots had their Vongole in wine sause. Eat and talk, eat and talk. Super funny man. We wanted to walk around a bit but Jo had to go home a while cos her mummy wanted her to (???) see if her brother's tuition teaacher was good.&lt;/p&gt;Me: Let's go to the BAAZAR.&lt;br /&gt;Van: Haha ok! So fun!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Look look, it says John Little Baazar. Confirm can find something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, we both found winnie the pooh pencil tins :D Super funny, and only a dollar each! Browsed a bit more and there was this incredibly cute dress that looked like a nightgown (but Van insisted it wasn't) but I have no guts to wear it even if i bought it luh, its super weird. But cute! Saw lots of other cute and interesting things too. There was this big soft toy dinosaur which was a little strange to me, but guess who found it cute. Our very own kid on the block! But she's been like that since... for as long as I can remember. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So in the end we just bought tapioca chips with chilli to share. Love that stuff!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Headed down to Orchard to meet the bimbo. She finally appeared at Mas&amp;amp;More! Bragging about how many dresses she has from there. Yes we know Jody Wong! Obviously paid by who luh. Haha. Walked around for a bit more, before we went our own separate ways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuition was alright, I finished both the chapters on Integration :D So I'll be pretty way ahead in school, which is kind of a good thing cos then I can understand better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the day was... insignificant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday's D.Gray-man was super super super good! Teehee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh! I got my hair cut, and I can tell there's a length difference but everyone insists that it looks the same. Well, at least there aren't anymore layers. I look like a mushroom head this time, the hairdresser cut my bangs too short.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SCHOOL'S ON MONDAY SCHOOL'S ON MONDAY SCHOOL'SONMONDAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-3069396857520931420?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3069396857520931420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=3069396857520931420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3069396857520931420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3069396857520931420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/06/youre-essential-to-survive.html' title='You&apos;re essential to survive'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SFydiawch6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/3uiZ1HOnFq8/s72-c/I+love+school.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-5248028134681016785</id><published>2008-06-20T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T17:45:27.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubt, and trust.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Who am I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That the Lord of all the Earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would care to know my name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would care to feel my hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a flower quickly fading&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vapour in the wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still, you hear me when I'm calling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, you catch me when I'm falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you told me who I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-5248028134681016785?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/5248028134681016785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=5248028134681016785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5248028134681016785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5248028134681016785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/06/doubt-and-trust.html' title='Doubt, and trust.'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-639094400302529474</id><published>2008-06-18T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:00:46.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and down, upside down.</title><content type='html'>After today, its &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 more days to school term 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, take out your tissue boxes and start crying now. ):&lt;br /&gt;Ashleigh Ann Chong is freaking fried, there's still homework left to do, tests to study for, chapters to be revised.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;School, go and die. ):&lt;br /&gt;Okay no, don't die.&lt;br /&gt;Yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, 4 more days to fun friends!&lt;br /&gt;Yay can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to have lunch tomorrow but can't make it, I'm supposed to stay at home!&lt;br /&gt;And I really I can't believe I forgot about tuition today. Shiiiit. ):&lt;br /&gt;I miss Squishy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HOMEWORK I LOVE HOMEWORK I LOVE HOMEWORK&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEHOMEWORKILOVEHOMEWORK&lt;em&gt;ILOVEHOMEWORK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, who am I kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now accepting the fact that I simply cannot finish all my homework in time. Ignore this, I just need to vent out a bit of frustration. Do teachers enjoy giving so much homework and watching us suffer? I know its for our own good, because we'll get to practise and everything, blah blah. But hell, its mountainloads of homework la. We take at least 7 subjects, and teachers are acting like their own subjects are the most important. Take geog and math for example, its so crazy. I don't think many will come to school with every single piece of homework finished. Now, what's the point of giving homework when students can't even finish. Its my fault too, that I threw away the first 2 weeks of term break. First week to school lessons, and second to guides. But whyyyyyyy. And the funny thing is that we're expected to not only finish our homework, but (get this), we're suppoed to &lt;em&gt;revise&lt;/em&gt; our homework as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OOPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-639094400302529474?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/639094400302529474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=639094400302529474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/639094400302529474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/639094400302529474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/06/up-and-down-upside-down.html' title='Up and down, upside down.'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-3973962004365039658</id><published>2008-06-17T15:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:54:48.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All wound up</title><content type='html'>Had a good time laughing with the PLs during meeting today, funny shit. We should seriously take a picture with all the mouth action man! Decided on tentative committee, just hope that our suggestions will be approved. And you all la, waste my foolscap only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrated Xiuhui's birthday just before we all left for lunch! Unfortunately Charlotte left earlier when we were all in the computer lab doing a report, boohoo ): So funny, Xiuhui was like all "I know you cover my eyes because Eliza's going to kiss me luh." Then I wiped my clammy palms on her, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch, happy happy! All the retarded talking as we ate our chicken. And I could have sworn I heard someone call my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short post, because I have to type agenda. And attempt to understand Geography of Food. Why can something such as heavenly as food be so annoying? ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best quote of the day: Kai - "Eee, the coleslaw so watery. Nevermind la, I give my mummy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SFdnYUZz7jI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RTndXii47Rk/s1600-h/Birthday+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212748761196129842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SFdnYUZz7jI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RTndXii47Rk/s320/Birthday+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Stupid Sherry Cheng, your email nearly made me cry. Why do you have to be so far away? I miss you very much. (And I think we both forgot how to say that in thai!) Anyway I LOVE YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SFdmzccJskI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9W1yrBP2EsQ/s1600-h/Birthday+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-3973962004365039658?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3973962004365039658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=3973962004365039658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3973962004365039658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3973962004365039658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-wound-up.html' title='All wound up'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SFdnYUZz7jI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RTndXii47Rk/s72-c/Birthday+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-4142077376316860681</id><published>2008-06-15T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:21:10.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Northern downpour sends its love.</title><content type='html'>ANGRY FRUSTRATED ANNOYED BLEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ndfneuofn9ri43nfmefkmscso[c4oq1i1jzkallalqo308r5u0 ufmdw wijd02ej19wkxcicnuiu2!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-4142077376316860681?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4142077376316860681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=4142077376316860681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4142077376316860681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4142077376316860681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/06/northern-downpour-sends-its-love.html' title='Northern downpour sends its love.'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-5787215994898757852</id><published>2008-06-14T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:08:44.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine. I got a love, and I know that its all mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a week left to school! And I'm like whhhhhat, where did time go? Saturday morning, and I'm rifling through textbooks to answer holiday homework questions. Seems that I've forgotten nearly everything. ): Next week's gonna be in and out of school again, and we gotta have PLC meeting to decide on our next committee. Not gonna be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's D.Gray-man was simply superb. Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai, Jody, Van, Val, I miss you guys so much! When school reopens we should have a thousand recesses together (and study dates too!) Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global warming in action, people. Past few days/nights have been stifling hot, I can't even sleep properly now. Rrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post, its time for tuition already. Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;Lunch today was rather awesome! Since we couldn't go to the restaurant, papa brought the restaurant to us! Haven't been to Crystal Jade and Din Tai Fung in ages, so he nipped of to j8 and got LUNCH. Heehee! I miss my dim sum and xiao long bao so much! So it was really enjoyable, and I got slightly greedy and ate too fast, so I got full pretty fast too. Buuut, I had my fill, so yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just heard that we have actually more homework than what was stated in our homework list. Its kinda impossible to finish everything, given that there's only limited time left before school starts (both yay and boo). I refuse to believe. I refuse to believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-5787215994898757852?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/5787215994898757852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=5787215994898757852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5787215994898757852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5787215994898757852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-got-pocket-got-pocketful-of-sunshine.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-2972917670753094805</id><published>2008-06-11T19:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:30:15.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day (since the term break started) that I spend at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wasn't very eventful, but bucketloads of fun with the siblings! Woke up super late, I think it was 1050 when I finally opened my eyes. Had some really late breakfast and just mucked around in front of the tv with the piggies. Those 2 ah, super free. Oh, and I watched a bit of D.Gray-man with Dan too. Heehee! Its fun watching back to back episodes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our spaghetti, obviously no one felt like touching their homework, so we started a game of monopoly (which lasted the WHOLE afternoon). Haven't played that in like... wow. So well, I started off being unlucky, and continued being unlucky until we finally ended the game because they wanted to watch tv again (-.-). I can say that I've ended up in jail more than 10 times, owe the bank a gazillion dollars, gone broke, and own the least property (though I own the most expensive). The stretch from Pall Mall to Trafalgar Square was literally a red zone, with all the erected hotels. And its nothing to do with skills please, Jac and Dan are just plain tyco. HMPH. But it was fun, with all the laughing and rolling on the bed, the paper-note-throwing at each other, and REAL sibling bonding. I think we needed that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Jac pointed out something. All our shortform names are guy names! Jac(k), Ash and Dan. Hehe (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my friends alot. Just hanging out with Jac (no, not my sister. More like my twin!) and Jo, and watching Narnia 2 with them yesterday made me realise that. And for that reason, I miss school too. Movie was super cool anyway! Going to borrow the CD so my family can watch it together (on the couch) and enjoy. Shall buy microwave popcorn at the minimart later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SE-209cX7lI/AAAAAAAAADM/u7P68FN2ptM/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210584314853977682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SE-209cX7lI/AAAAAAAAADM/u7P68FN2ptM/s200/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SE-21DsZ8nI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ky1qtcz_phU/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210584316531831410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SE-21DsZ8nI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ky1qtcz_phU/s200/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SE-21Z1IRXI/AAAAAAAAADc/D579d3cgfxQ/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210584322474001778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SE-21Z1IRXI/AAAAAAAAADc/D579d3cgfxQ/s200/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SE-21r3WPEI/AAAAAAAAADk/EToO4-1moBk/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210584327315143746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SE-21r3WPEI/AAAAAAAAADk/EToO4-1moBk/s200/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-2972917670753094805?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2972917670753094805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=2972917670753094805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2972917670753094805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2972917670753094805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-day-since-term-break-started-that.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SE-209cX7lI/AAAAAAAAADM/u7P68FN2ptM/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-2497888889156308403</id><published>2008-06-09T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:15:59.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;LAGGER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;WONG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;XIU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;HUI &lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it feel great to be sharing your birthday with your BFF? Haha if only we could make you guys hold hands and cut the cake together. Anway, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love you much much&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was kinda awesome, maybe. Well I had fun anyway. And to think its my last camp. It only hit Charlotte and I as we were cabbing back home together, exhausted. I can't believe it luh, its like... no more guides anymore! What is secondary school life without guides!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a day of window shopping, its time to turn back to chem. URGH. But, I have 200g of famous amos no nut chocolate chip cookies to indulge in. So.... okay (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-2497888889156308403?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2497888889156308403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=2497888889156308403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2497888889156308403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2497888889156308403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-lagger-wong-xiu-hui.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-431313867950335243</id><published>2008-06-01T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T18:40:49.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello June! Why couldn't you have come slightly later ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Friday and Saturday have been awesome awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon boating with the guides on Friday was a good way to chillax after all the exam stress (which is still going on). Took funny funny pictures! And I haven't dragon boated in like ages, so it felt really good to be out in the water again. I miss kayaking so much! Just looking at all the kayaks row by... oh man. So yeah, dragon boating. Wish the bunch could have been more enthusiastic but they tried hard, I guess. Which makes me miss the seniors even more! Aww. But its okay, because camp is on Wednesday and they're coming back (: Anyway, all the fun splashing at each other. Eliza's aim is so pro man haha. I wonder whether she's been secretly practising. And thanks PLs, I had a really fun time in the bus laughing. ILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone left for home Eliza and I stayed back a while to settle some camp stuff. We stayed till like 0830 until we realised it was getting a little late to still be in school. Eliza Tan Shi Ru, I love you much much! Thanks a million for waiting ourside school with me, though we took like half an hour to get a cab. Pffft. Your smart plan saved my life! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.Gray-man at 1100! Funfun, Jac and I over the phone saying how hot Allen is. Actually it was more of me. Heh. (: I love D.Gray-man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance night was pretty cool too, though the ending was slightly abrupt. Everyone was like huh, ended already? Oh! Met Jac and Kiddy for dinner; Eliza was running late. And this stupid Kiddy and her spicy pasta haha. Then Val showed up and we went to SJI, bumping to several people on the way. Bus ride was fun (: Jac deemed Val as her 'entertainer'. I guess its pretty funny, the way Val jumps when Jac is near. After the whole show was over, Jamie, Jac, Val and I went home together. Jamie's so funny, with her killer heels and aching feet. Hee (: So thanks guys, for the good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would post pictures up but I'm too lazy. Also noticed I've been posting pictures recently. Like wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week's slightly hectic, Monday's a 5 hour literature lesson, Tuesday is final camp prep day, and Wednesday to Friday is camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shiiiiiit, camp is coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-431313867950335243?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/431313867950335243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=431313867950335243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/431313867950335243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/431313867950335243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-june-why-couldnt-you-have-come.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-4225008198916882304</id><published>2008-05-29T15:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T15:09:43.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a bad day. I am going to grab my green tea, shove a whole pizza into the oven, and eat. And I am going to shut myself out and watch Gossip Girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-4225008198916882304?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4225008198916882304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=4225008198916882304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4225008198916882304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4225008198916882304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-is-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-9004016414000980203</id><published>2008-05-27T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:59:55.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Tuesday, technically the second day of school holidays for everyone (else), and we have lessons! But it was alright I guess. I managed not to fall asleep, which is good because I got pretty limited sleep last night. Woke up early early and journeyed to school with Lesa, where we were 15 minutes early for lessons! Haha, what happened to "We've only got 4 minutes to save the world"? Gosh, I hate that song. Anyway, recess was COOL. I bought my own recess! Rice with the japanese seasoning, and 2 eggs. Was slightly embarassing, but I couldn't help it because my dad really insisted on me bringing 2 extra eggs to school. Well, Van ate the other one so ok :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guides! Only managed to attend half on hour of it, but still was fun. The sec 1s were doing foot drill and I was busy scribbling on Xiuhui's A Math holiday homework. We got our first aid certs! Yay so we're now all qualified first aiders. Buuut, the cert is slightly depressing. It used to be the size of a library card that one can easily fit into a wallet and carry around (to show off. Okay okay, for proof), but now its like A5 size. So sad ): A little bit of talking with Eliza and Charlotte after we fell out. We spotted Mrs Tan and waved her over, to talk about the camp proposal for a bit. But she still has yet to read it, so oh well. Must hurry hurry prepare already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GEOGRAPHY FIELDTRIP. Cool beans! Though it was drizzling, we still managed to have fun! Okay so we didn't really pay attention to the worksheets we were given, we just had a good time walking around, playing a fool and OH, climbing on the breakwaters. Haha. Speaking of which, we were all on the breakwaters carefully minding our step, when suddenly Qiqing was making a big fuss. Then we all realised that her hair was standing on edge! Omg it was so funny, because the thunder and lighting was approaching, so we all got the static in our hair! Looked like porcupines for a bit (: Terribly funny. Walking around was fun too. There was this part where all of us stood in 1 line along the shore and see who had the 'fastest reaction' to back off when the water came near our feet. Poor Liyin got her shoes completely soaked when Jo pushed her forward! And this Jac ah, dunno what's wrong with her today. We were supposed to identify the shape of the breakwaters, whether they were built parallel or at an angle to the shore. Just so happens the breakwater was built in the shape of a 'J'. So that funny woman spent dunno how long telling me, "Js are cool!" We had a bit of fun whining though! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDv2fEVYPQI/AAAAAAAAADE/NAVDmFGxNOQ/s1600-h/IMG_1504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205024807956528386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDv2fEVYPQI/AAAAAAAAADE/NAVDmFGxNOQ/s400/IMG_1504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Wind, and Waves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDv2ekVYPOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tBo-IkJi-n4/s1600-h/Jac+and+Jo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205024799366593762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDv2ekVYPOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tBo-IkJi-n4/s400/Jac+and+Jo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Jac and Jo's cool static hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDv2e0VYPPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ipIn_1cBc9o/s1600-h/Jo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205024803661561074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDv2e0VYPPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ipIn_1cBc9o/s400/Jo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;When we first realised the static, Jo found it uber cool (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah well, a few more days of lesson to go and we can go and... study some more! Looking forward to tomorrow's breakfast. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-9004016414000980203?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/9004016414000980203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=9004016414000980203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/9004016414000980203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/9004016414000980203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/05/todays-tuesday-technically-second-day.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDv2fEVYPQI/AAAAAAAAADE/NAVDmFGxNOQ/s72-c/IMG_1504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-7985969245275662926</id><published>2008-05-25T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:00:06.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese tuition today! Laoshi was being so niceee luh, joking during tuition and stuff. Tried to calm my nerves down I guess. Anyway tuition was funfunfun, and I'm super proud of my masterpiece! Y'know, I hope that topic comes out for tomorrow's paper!&lt;br /&gt;AIYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Tomorrow's 'O' LEVEL. LIKE 'O' LEVEL, YOU KNOW? LIKE ACTUAL 'O' LEVELS. THEY'RE CALLED ORDINARY LEVELS! FOR CHINESE!&lt;br /&gt;D'ohhhhhhhhh. Shut up, Ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's gonna be buzzing busy, apart from lessons per normal!&lt;br /&gt;Monday: O LEVELS. FOR CHEENA CHINESE! (Okay, cut it out.)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Geog fieldtrip/Guides&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Some funny SJI meeting. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Possible PLC meeting&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Dragonboating!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: IJ Dance Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh, check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I. Are. Kool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like, funny beanies yoxzsxzsxzs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. I think taking 'O' levels makes me sound older. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay cut the crap, let's get... "Down to business, to defeat the huns. HAH!" I feel like watching Mulan again! Reminds me of all the trips to Malaysia to visit relatives, and we'd all watch Mulan together on the run-down DVD set, EVERY DAY. Tsktsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, and wish everyoneee luck for tomorrow's exam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-7985969245275662926?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7985969245275662926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=7985969245275662926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7985969245275662926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7985969245275662926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/05/chinese-tuition-today-laoshi-was-being.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-8254860682977519207</id><published>2008-05-23T14:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:56:57.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy birthday Sharleen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy birthday Nick Tan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MONDAY IS &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;DOOMSDAY&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese 'O's are on Monday, dammit. And I completely forgot to check my seating arrangement and index number! Shiiiiiit. Its chinese! Like my faaavourite language ever. ))): I'm super scared I'm going to fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Founders day! Mass was super cool. Lots of fun singing and singing at the top of our lungs! Especially One Family and our founders day song. And all the other songs, actually. Funfunfun, which is a good thing! Today isn't the last day of school though, sec 4s still have school next week. Chiong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate my report book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mos Burger later with Van and Jody, and that was hilarious. But I shall just let the pictures do the talking, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDZtGkVYPNI/AAAAAAAAACs/vXJA1X5dDvs/s1600-h/Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203466379073174738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDZtGkVYPNI/AAAAAAAAACs/vXJA1X5dDvs/s400/Blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDZslEVYPMI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q6-TWV5pYbg/s1600-h/Collage+Colour.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-8254860682977519207?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/8254860682977519207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=8254860682977519207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8254860682977519207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8254860682977519207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/05/monday-is-doomsday-chinese-os-are-on.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDZtGkVYPNI/AAAAAAAAACs/vXJA1X5dDvs/s72-c/Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-4167238556458760611</id><published>2008-05-18T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:55:34.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDAnLn5CfgI/AAAAAAAAACc/4MZ7oNAPmm8/s1600-h/Sam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201700650253188610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDAnLn5CfgI/AAAAAAAAACc/4MZ7oNAPmm8/s320/Sam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDAnGn5CfbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VcI61QL3Q5g/s1600-h/Charlotte.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201700564353842610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDAnGn5CfbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VcI61QL3Q5g/s320/Charlotte.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDAnG35CfcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Yu59BYOVJqU/s1600-h/Group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201700568648809922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDAnG35CfcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Yu59BYOVJqU/s320/Group.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDAnG35CfdI/AAAAAAAAACE/jxJ-C9elnh0/s1600-h/Jamie+Chow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201700568648809938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDAnG35CfdI/AAAAAAAAACE/jxJ-C9elnh0/s320/Jamie+Chow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDAnHH5CfeI/AAAAAAAAACM/peJlHtA8GRY/s1600-h/Jody.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201700572943777250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDAnHH5CfeI/AAAAAAAAACM/peJlHtA8GRY/s320/Jody.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDAnHH5CffI/AAAAAAAAACU/Jyl3sKWAdV0/s1600-h/nerdies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201700572943777266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDAnHH5CffI/AAAAAAAAACU/Jyl3sKWAdV0/s320/nerdies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiesta Fun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDAmPn5CfXI/AAAAAAAAABU/r7zDlrAtkAA/s1600-h/Jamie+Chow.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDAmP35CfYI/AAAAAAAAABc/AdpmN7Opf1A/s1600-h/Jody.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDAmP35CfZI/AAAAAAAAABk/sfxyQRiAN9U/s1600-h/nerdies.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-4167238556458760611?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4167238556458760611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=4167238556458760611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4167238556458760611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4167238556458760611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/05/fiesta-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SDAnLn5CfgI/AAAAAAAAACc/4MZ7oNAPmm8/s72-c/Sam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-6080006243891730920</id><published>2008-05-13T18:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:55:18.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Breathe &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;breathe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This MY results could possibly be the worse I've ever gotten. Borderline passing/failing everything and getting the lowest mark for chinese I could ever get. Or possibly existed. I know (I think) I'm not being selfish here, because I really did get terrible marks. I wonder what's wrong with me. I thought I studied hard enough. I bet my parents are gonna think I didn't put in enough effort (even though I KNOW I could have done a hell lot better), or my sister's condition is affecting me. Well, I dunno. Maybe there's still hope, because I'll get back more papers in time to come. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The serious stuff start again. Sec 4s don't get PEA anymore, instead we have HARDCORE LESSONS. Block period after block period, it kinda sucks but 'O's are being pushed forward so I know we've gotta live with it, no choice. Intensive chinese has started and I think it nearly killed laoshi today. All the wonderful people (who can never seem to pass chinese properly) from 6 classes joined today and I guess you could say it was havoc. Noisy and everything. Already normal chinese classes (4/7, 4/8 and 4/9 combined) are kinda killer, but today's was... whoa. And imagine, 5 more of these to go! SS was quite a shocker, already a test next week and we haven't even started the chapter proper. Math was rather sleepy, but what's new. When Ms Yap was giving us a little talk, I could almost feel the growing seriousness of the class, but only just for a while. Lit was... alright. I passed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna change my url, but can't really bear to lose all the archives. ): Though some posts really have to be deleted, they're so irrelevant. The sweet-sour-taste thing is really stupid. Come on la, I was Sec 1 when I made it. Stupidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLC meeting today was quite productive, but yet not very, heh. Our wonderful Eliza and Charlotte weren't there, but maybe the meeting went better than expected. Well, at least we got camp more than half done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;KAIYING, EUNICE AND XIUHUI! Oh, and ELIZA AND CHARLOTTE! (: (Those idiots.) And of course not forgetting SHERRY (who is seventhousandfivehundred miles away, but I forgive you dear (: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kaiying for the encouragement! &lt;333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for Jacjac, who tried to strangle me for 10min today. After recess somemore, thank goodness I didn't vomit all over her. But its okay Squishy, I still love you :D Thanks for today! You know what I'm referring to right? Unless you're as dumb as you look? KIDDING KIDDING!!! You won't kill me tomorrow huh (: And you KNOW my picture is nicer than yours. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199818887641857346" style="CURSOR: hand" height="242" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SCl3un5CfUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j8-cAscFccQ/s320/IMG_9560+smaller.JPG" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Superstar Squishy!&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/11025813-6080006243891730920?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/6080006243891730920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=6080006243891730920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/6080006243891730920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/6080006243891730920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/05/breathe-in-breathe-out.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/SCl3un5CfUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j8-cAscFccQ/s72-c/IMG_9560+smaller.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-417617029702680744</id><published>2008-05-08T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:41:00.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can proudly say that I didn't do any copying and pasting up there (:&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to post about today's Girls Day Out, my legs are still aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-417617029702680744?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/417617029702680744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=417617029702680744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/417617029702680744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/417617029702680744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/05/exams-exams-exams-exams-exams-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-3752768271398863600</id><published>2008-05-06T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:20:09.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Atticus, To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just hold your head high and be a gentleman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-3752768271398863600?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3752768271398863600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=3752768271398863600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3752768271398863600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3752768271398863600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-when-you-know-youre-licked-before.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-8648763741559358186</id><published>2008-05-01T12:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:41:32.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturating my brain with Qualitative Analysis, as oxyhaemoglobin circulates in my body... oooooh.&lt;br /&gt;I need a break from chem, so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ocial &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;tudies paper was &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;uper &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;crewed. I think nearly everyone thought that Globalisation was gonna come out for SEQ. Quote Nerine in the morning, "Its so Singapore-based, of course it will come out for SEQ. What can they test us for on Iraq-Kuwait conflict?" Wrong. 10 min before exam started, we were told to check the number of printed pages. Naturally, I took a sneak peek at what questions. To my upmost horror, Globalisation was SBQ and Iraq-Kuwait conflict was SEQ. Immediately went into a panic and had to crap alot for the exam. So now, I have to study geog really hard to pass my humans. DIE SS, DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free cone day at Ben N Jerrys! :D Yay that was good. A very very crazily long queue of students at United Square getting their free ice cream. Went for 2 rounds, grasping my SS notes and trying to study while I waited in line. Needless to say, around with all the excitement, it was utterly pointless. Anyway, who's complaining because I got my Cookie Dough and Chocolate Therapy. (: Kaiying had a headache and couldn't come, so it was Jody, Van, Val and Sam who were there. Then we bumped into Rachel, Jamie and Daphne! Trigger happy. Val doesn't know how to eat ice cream properly la, she got some of it onto my pinafore. That pig had 4 cones to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MORE WEEK TILL EXAMS END. I really can't wait. If MYs are as stressful as this, I really can't imagine 'O's. It must be hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Labour Day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-8648763741559358186?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/8648763741559358186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=8648763741559358186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8648763741559358186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8648763741559358186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturating-my-brain-with-qualitative.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-199248263097533472</id><published>2008-04-27T17:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:23:07.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think Val's influencing me. Some abstain-from-blog-period this is la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER MID YEARS, I NEED TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shop. !!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a new dress. In dire want(need) of one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat oodles and oodles of ice cream! (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swim! There's a swimming pool just downstairs. I haven't touched it for nearly a year now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have long-awaited anime marathon with Jac&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoy time at IJ Fiesta with wonderful friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get decent sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Basically all the stuff I've been deprived of&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study again. After all, 'O's aren't over yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bloody hell, I really hate hospitals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-199248263097533472?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/199248263097533472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=199248263097533472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/199248263097533472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/199248263097533472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-vals-influencing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-7905038438709301641</id><published>2008-04-23T17:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:22:34.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;With a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese prelims are over! I'm finished. As in seriously, both finished and finished. I think I screwed up the paper and I'm really not looking forward to getting the results bad. Please la, I took like 10 min to figure out what the question meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i'm so noob at collecting papers. Aaah I shan't relate the incident here, its far too humiliating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks later with Jody, Val and Van was fun (Kaiying disappeared ): )! TRIED to study but was super tired so we just spaced out for quite a while. Jody went for lunch with her mummy while the rest of us blasted music in our ears and stared. Just stared. Sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, the rest of the exams will be here super fast and I should really get down to some serious studying. I should.&lt;br /&gt;Today: Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: English&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Social Studies&lt;br /&gt;Friday: E Math, Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Geography&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: A Math&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Literature&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Highlight: IJ FIESTA ON 16 MAY WITH MY GIRLS! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When all that is left, is you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-7905038438709301641?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7905038438709301641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=7905038438709301641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7905038438709301641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7905038438709301641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/04/with-sense-of-poise-and-rationality.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-6086200439330669559</id><published>2008-04-16T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:35:24.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodbye, slack Wednesdays. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had last period of HHF and RME today. Damn, I'm really going to miss running with the class! All the laughing and jogging together, the overtaking of other classes (resulting in half the class left behind), the constant "Too fast, too fast! Slow down" with the fastest runners in the class at the front, when they're supposed to be at the back. And of course, our wonderful class cheer! I love RME lah. Its so fun, we talk about almost everything and Mrs Vincent lets us watch interesting movies. I'm seriously gonna miss that. HHF anf RME combined are 3 periods together, and its a really good way of unwinding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hell, exams are next week. So goodbye HHF and RME ))): Goodbye Wednesdays too. Wednesdays are the slackesssst days ever! Only 3 subjects on Wednesdays. But its goodbye too, because MYs are here. And from now on is study study study mug mug mug mugmugmug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For assembly, the 987fm school invasion came over! It was really cool and all, to see the Muttons on stage and cracking their jokes. They sound exactly like how they sound on radio. 2 local bands came over too, and the performance was okay I guess. I kinda pity the bands actually because they had such poor response from the students. But its not our fault; we couldn't even hear what the lead singers were singing. All we could hear were the drums. There was this part the lead singer asked us to sing along but we couldn't even hear the words so we didn't. They must have been really discouraged. I think the school sound system isn't very good. The second band got a better response anyway, but I guess its because the lead singer was hot. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls evening/night out on Saturday! Fantasia VII is really soon and I can't wait. Its gonna be loads of fun with my friends. I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you hear me screaming.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-6086200439330669559?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/6086200439330669559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=6086200439330669559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/6086200439330669559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/6086200439330669559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye-slack-wednesdays.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-6805935005059132920</id><published>2008-04-13T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:59:31.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Need to get my thoughts sorted out a bit. Head swimming with "What are genetically modified foods?" research for geog, and its like 7 pages long. Gotta find a way to cut it all down so I get the necessary information to satisfy Mrs Kunna. Stupid throbbing headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a rather interesting incident that happened today, while I was out to get lunch. Sunday lunchtimes are killer; everywhere is crowded and there is really limited parking space. Everyone seems to be out of their humble abodes. Today was a particularly hot Sunday afternoon. I got my lunch and was walking to the car when I saw this whole stream of cars inching to get into the parking lots that were being vacated with difficulty. Crazy stuff. My mum's car was occupying a lot and she was trying to get out, but the endless line of cars were kinda blocking her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 cars in front of her, a taxi and a black car. My mum was trying to inch out of the lot without bumping into anyone when suddenly, the taxi started honking at the black car for goodness-knows-what reason. I guess he didn't notice that there was literally a car jam in front of him. Furious, the driver whipped his black car around and to our surprise, ejected his long middle finger at the taxi driver, eyes bulging with anger. And he did that about what, 5 times while trying to turn his car around so he could get out of the frenzy? Not someone I want to cross, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand why people say Singaporeans have like zero road courtesy. So anyway, after that, my mum got out of the parking lot and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, what are genetically modified foods? The term GM foods or GMOs (genetically-modified organisms) is most commonly used to refer to crop plants created for human or animal consumption using the latest molecular biology techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with it, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its getting late, I'm cranky, sleep-deprived and unhappy, and I'm less than half done with my workload. Maybe I'll be able to scream off my frustration at tomorrow's netball finals. GO IJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-6805935005059132920?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/6805935005059132920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=6805935005059132920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/6805935005059132920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/6805935005059132920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/04/need-to-get-my-thoughts-sorted-out-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-2955860853562216253</id><published>2008-04-12T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:54:21.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can call myself a pig now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4 km run today, and I felt mighty good and energised after that, as ironic as it sounds. Timing wasn't as good as it should have been, but I'm pretty unfazed by it. Its over (: Trigger happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After running off all those extra calories and stuff, guess what. I ATE EVEN MORE! And eating is alright, just eat the proper stuff and not all the junk food right. No, not me. I can't believe all the rubbish i ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Kaiying, Marilyn and Samantha.&lt;br /&gt;Ebi bowl and Peach tea from Yoshinoya&lt;br /&gt;Milo McFlurry from McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Came home (And I already had my lunch) :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac's visitors came over, and they brought SUSTENANCE. Japanese food again! But it was terribly good.&lt;br /&gt;Some rice dish (I forgot the name) which was practically mouth watering. And this is the best part. Its healthy :D&lt;br /&gt;Tempura&lt;br /&gt;Apple Strudel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this junk, I fell asleep for &lt;strong&gt;4 hours&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasta with tomato-based sauce&lt;br /&gt;Tau Huay with Chin Chao!&lt;br /&gt;My sister's remaining Ben And Jerry's Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so good about myself now, I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to Jody's dragon boating competition because it was raining cats and dogs. But IJ won overall and lost only 1 race! YAY GO IJ! This coming monday is the netball finals. YAY GO IJ! I love IJ very much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Jesus, My Savior,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, there is none like You;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of my days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to praise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wonders of Your mighty love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My comfort, my shelter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tower of refuge and strength;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let every breath, all that I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never cease to worship You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shout to the Lord, all the earth,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let us sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Power and majesty, praise to the King;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mountains bow down and the seas will roar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the sound of Your name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sing for joy at the work of Your hands,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever I'll love You, forever I'll stand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing compares to the promise I have in You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-2955860853562216253?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2955860853562216253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=2955860853562216253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2955860853562216253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2955860853562216253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-can-call-myself-pig-now.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-4993530514159740515</id><published>2008-04-08T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:32:42.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Two special friends, two special birthdays. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd April:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, &lt;strong&gt;JACJAC&lt;/strong&gt;! My Squishy! Though you always bully me (and then make it look like you're the innocent one), I always get back at you by pulling your shoelaces! But its okay, you know I love you more than I love your shoelaces! Thanks for everything you've done, even by being there, whether I needed you or not. &lt;strong&gt;Me love you long time &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIMBO &lt;strong&gt;CHARLOTTE&lt;/strong&gt;! First person I see in the morning every school day! Remember all those ridiculous and fun times we had together? Pure joy :D Thanks for being just yourself, which makes me laugh and be happy. There's never a dull moment when you're around! &lt;strong&gt;I love the bestest bimbo in the world X1000000000... &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHIPPED CREAM IN MY HAIR ))): Sorry Kaiying, I kinda missed your cheek and the cream landed on your mouth! Stupid Xiuhui, I'm never gonna let you near the can again. Happy birthday Charlotte! Hope you enjoyed your little celebration today during guides. Now we all know how much you like whipped cream (: Poor Eunice was in her pinafore and therefore couldn't join in the fun. Personally, I think she was pretty relieved. And Eliza was just MIA. Sherry, duuuuh, is more than 7500 miles away but thats okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/R_tlXAQ3CgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UhavCSWL7WE/s1600-h/IMG_9937+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186850841729370626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/R_tlXAQ3CgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UhavCSWL7WE/s320/IMG_9937+small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/R_tlXAQ3ChI/AAAAAAAAAA0/z-cGuA9sBUg/s1600-h/IMG_0371+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186850841729370642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/R_tlXAQ3ChI/AAAAAAAAAA0/z-cGuA9sBUg/s320/IMG_0371+small.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/11025813-4993530514159740515?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4993530514159740515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=4993530514159740515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4993530514159740515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4993530514159740515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/04/two-special-friends-two-special.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/R_tlXAQ3CgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UhavCSWL7WE/s72-c/IMG_9937+small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-7035150491791670831</id><published>2008-04-02T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:35:14.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay Ashleigh Ann Chong, SNAP OUT OF IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like helloooooooo. Not good, definitely not good to be in this state of mind now. Exams in 3 weeks time and you're still in this frame of thinking! Bad girl, bad girl! You deserve to go and sit in a corner and think about your irresponsible actions and thoughts. The world does NOT revolve around you, for your information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I feel so much better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-7035150491791670831?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7035150491791670831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=7035150491791670831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7035150491791670831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7035150491791670831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-ashleigh-ann-chong-snap-out-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-2335393584003668143</id><published>2008-03-31T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:50:52.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girls day out! (: Had one of the best times ever in a very long time. Three cheers for cool friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-2335393584003668143?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2335393584003668143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=2335393584003668143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2335393584003668143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2335393584003668143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/03/girls-day-out-had-one-of-best-times.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-3470766774331506321</id><published>2008-03-26T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:48:21.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aloha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST CHINESE CLASS EVER :D It totally rocked la. Lao Shi played a move called "After school". I don't really know the reason why, but she played it anyway and it was SO FREAKINGGOBSMAKINGAMAZINGLY AWESOME! This was the first ever time we got so excited about a chinese movie. Cool huh. All the parts of gangsters chasing gangsters, the beating up, so scary! Ruth and Janice laughed and said that I was more entertaining than the movie because I was covering my face and everything. Real funny, guys. And Lao Shi's so anti-climax, I swear. Halfway through the really exciting part where the sister chased the brother around Singapore (so it seemed) she stopped the movie and we all went "HUH!? LAO SHI!!!" And she said we couldn't make too much noise or the other classes would complain. It was really funny. But it was a you-had-to-be-there-to-understand moment Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of seats, I'm now sitting right at the back! ): But with Shona, so I guess it should be fine (: Hope we don't make too much noise in class huh. I also hope that the teachers would magnify their handwriting as it looks pretty miniscule from the back. Been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Charlotte for the adorable easter egg! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Low very kindly reminded (or rather, scared us) that our exams are just around the corner! Less than a month away. Plus, chinese prelims and Os seem wayyyyyy closer than before. I. Am. So. Dead. Also, after our MYs we have to sit for our prelims, then Os. Hell, its more than scary. Its petrifying! I wonder how I'm going to survive. I wonder if i should start hugging my textbooks to sleep every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who said that its better to have loved and lost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-3470766774331506321?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3470766774331506321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=3470766774331506321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3470766774331506321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3470766774331506321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/03/aloha-best-chinese-class-ever-d-it.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-1953859904463097236</id><published>2008-03-15T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T14:10:36.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SHUT UP&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SHUT UP&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHUT UP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First aid certified! How does that sounds (; Well, not officially, but in time to come I'll receive the cert and be happyyyyyyyyyyy. I guess its been fun, learning how to save lives with the oh-so-breathable CPR, and spending time with the guides. Lunchtime with the PLs is always something to look forward to! With everyone teasing Kaiying for not finishing her food, all the way down to Xiuhui trying to woo Eliza with her forever-failing tatics. (You fell for Eliza! Wahahahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BRITHDAY, P-EUNICE! I know we celebrated your birthday 2 days late, but I still hope you enjoyed it all the same (: I know, I know I'm such a wonderful liar right! Bet you thought we weren't gonna celebrate your birthday with you. But how could we not? (: We love you, all the way from your POOH to your small feet (: You're lucky we didn't smash whipped cream in your face anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SJI Campfire. Funny funny funny (: Didn't know how to sing some of the songs, but heck it luh. So we all just started "lalalala-ing" and we WON BEST SUPPORTING :D The best part was the scavenger hunt. Such wonderful improvising! We got a black "sling bag", an "orange" hairband. Best of all was the guides chasing Jin all the way to the den, badgering him for a broom. Good job, guys! Cabbed home with Charlotte, and we were too sleepy to talk. Drop dead at home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAYS are coming to an end ): All of mine was just gone in a blink of an eye. And there's the daunting homework pressing in the back of my mind. I guess I'll just do it.... Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Jacjac! Hope you had fun at confy camp (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my sister ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I refuse, I refuse, I refuse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-1953859904463097236?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/1953859904463097236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=1953859904463097236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/1953859904463097236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/1953859904463097236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/03/shut-up-shut-up-shut-up.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-6354015654823840604</id><published>2008-03-10T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:01:12.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wish the pain never started.&lt;br /&gt;I wish, had the pain started, it wouldn't have grown worse.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you wouldn't have a need to be admitted to hospital.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you wouldn't have a need to scream everytime the sharp pain came.&lt;br /&gt;Mum's right, its very heartbreaking to see it.&lt;br /&gt;You're a very strong girl, I admire you for that.&lt;br /&gt;I wish everything could go back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;We could go to church, we could go shopping,&lt;br /&gt;We could jump around, you could move around.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you wouldn't have to cry everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you wouldn't have to make me tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish... I wish God didn't have to put us through this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord is my shepherd, there is nothing I shall want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fresh and green are the pastures, where he gives me repose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Near restful waters he leads me, to revive my drooping spirit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gives me new strength&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He guides me in the right paths, as he has promised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if I go through the deepest darkness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No evil shall I fear, for you are with me, Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your shepherd's rod and staff protect me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You prepare a banquet for me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where all my enemies can see me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You welcome me as an honoured guest, and fill my cup to the brim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that your goodness and love will be with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the days of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And your house will be my home as long as I live.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-6354015654823840604?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/6354015654823840604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=6354015654823840604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/6354015654823840604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/6354015654823840604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wish-pain-never-started.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-3784972048134043997</id><published>2008-03-05T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:09:14.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A test on faith. A long journey ahead, we're so tired, yet we still have to keep going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-3784972048134043997?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3784972048134043997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=3784972048134043997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3784972048134043997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3784972048134043997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/03/test-on-faith.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-7946971429960412156</id><published>2008-02-27T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:56:57.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Love is patient, love is kind.&lt;br /&gt;It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.&lt;br /&gt;It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jac for comforting me during RME, holding my hand and putting your arm around my shoulder and letting me sort-of cry for a bit. I really needed that (: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey sister, get better soon okay? Please please please. I really miss you ): When you come back we can be roomies again! Haha. Bet you're looking forward to that. (: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaded physics test tomorrow, and I'm so so so going to fail. I don't know anything about circuits! They just look like lines to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-7946971429960412156?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7946971429960412156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=7946971429960412156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7946971429960412156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7946971429960412156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-is-patient-love-is-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-8563189487044783192</id><published>2008-02-22T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:10:59.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know why you'd even try.</title><content type='html'>The ranting session shall now commence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEAH BLEAH BLEAH today's such a tiring day! ): Woke up not feeling any happier; had to literally drag myself out of bed. I don't know why I'm so uber tired these days. There's never an hour where I wouldn't say I'm tired or stuff. Sigh. Lessons were really really slow, I don't know why. I was just so tired (see, there I go again) and i had to eat to keep myself awake. That's like so degrading myself to Xiuhui's pig level (sorry lagger :p). Tied P-Eunioe's and Sheena's plaits during recess when I realised I was going to be late for photo taking. Rushed like mad and in the end my feelings got cheated la. My class's turn wasn't until about an hour later. So fine then, did the geog test and I couldn't finish in time GROAN. Whatever. The rest of the day wasn't very significant, except that Kaiying and I were "forced" to sign up for red cross flag day. ): No time to rest at all, dammit. But I think everyone's tired too. So maybe I should stop complaining so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guides was alright, sang/shouted until my throat kinda hurt. And everything was alright until I saw Jac pull her hamstring ): Stayed with her (with Cheryl Low and Doralyn and Eliza for company) till her mummy came. Jac must take good care of yourself okay, please don't over exert. I think I worry too much, and I don't like worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think we're going too fast... until we just forget to stop. Where is the finishing line anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what happened. We were so close last year, always hanging out together. And now I don't mean anything to you. Not much anyway. But maybe its just me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-8563189487044783192?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/8563189487044783192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=8563189487044783192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8563189487044783192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8563189487044783192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-know-why-youd-even-try.html' title='I don&apos;t know why you&apos;d even try.'/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-4169432125714702091</id><published>2008-02-20T17:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:26:09.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;VALENTINES DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Vday everyone (: Thank you very much for the presents! Happy happy happy (: You guys are so nice/mean, gave &lt;em&gt;so much&lt;/em&gt; chocolate and lollipops. Want me to grow phat right. WO AI NI x10000000000000...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELF AWARENESS CAMP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo in love with 4 se7en :D Thank you guys so very much for the wonderful, inspiring, thrashing-out, meaningful, crying/sobbing, touching, mad/crazy/fun/retarded/stupid/loveable time you gave me (: I love you, I love you, I love you. I'll give up anything just to have that camp again! Everything was worth waiting for, from that awesome watermellon game right down to crying on each others' shoulders, reconciling. And thank you teachers, wo ai ni! Jacjac, sorry for keeping you up from 12-2 to keep me entertained while I couldn't sleep at night. In the end I was the one who fell asleep first, and without telling you :/ I love you very much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phototaking is loads of fun, but it sure is tiring as well. All the fun shots are so retarded (: And all the smiling until our jaws feel like breaking. Also running from one end of the school to another in guides uniform (that cling clang sure makes alot of noise) looking for Xiuhui and Eunice high and low. Hope the class and guides photo comes out alright. My last year okay! And indivudual shots tomorrow... *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Textbooks, textbooks, I need to learn how to be your close friend. Exams are coming really soon, its near the end of term 1 already. Time's slipping out of my grasp quickly, and I'm too slow to grab it back. School work has been alright, still coping. Its like this track, and we've all got to race to the finish line right? But where does it ever end?... If it ends at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I would have come this far if I didn't have my friends alongside me, cheering me on though they have their own things to do. I love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sherry darling&lt;/strong&gt;, I miss you very very very much. I hope you're alright there, with your school and all. I know you miss me like *brownword* too, but don't be sad okay? Remember you kept on saying "smile smile", and I felt like slapping you because it felt so impossible to "smile smile" when I didn't feel like it. But now, I'm really missing that coming from you (: The guides are alright, the sec ones have already joined us and started training! Planning on getting them enrolled as soon as possible. They'll have to work hard, but we're positive they can do it. After all, we did it right? Thinking day is coming. And we didn't win anything for PNA (I think). Pretty sad actually, quite shocking news. Actually, we didn't win anything for the other components either. Which makes me miss you so much more. Not because you're this great tool we can use to clinch an award, but because you'd always be there to cheer up the down and say "its okay, there's always a next time." Pretty weird actually, since this is the PLs last year. But I'm waffling. So come back soon okay? I love you X Infinity. xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-4169432125714702091?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4169432125714702091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=4169432125714702091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4169432125714702091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4169432125714702091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day-happy-vday-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-8825313129264401681</id><published>2008-02-12T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T20:04:44.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YAY 4/7!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, we should consider ourselves terribly lucky! Only submitted the class tee designs yesterday and guess what, the vendor will be able to print BOTH tees by thursday. Just in time for camp! Oh gosh how wonderful, fastansic, splendid, fabulous, awesome, remarkable, marvelous (I've run out of adjectives) right? Happy happy happy (: Thank you thank you T-shirt comm! So hyped up for camp now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guides was funny. Go Xiuhui, you can do it! Just pronounce the commands correctly, use the right tune, and don't rush. Can one la, should be pretty easy right? (: Laughed alot in the den later with Eunice, Kaiying, Xiuhui and Charlotte. Eliza was MIA. After that, followed Charlotte to hunt for Vday presents. I am such a genius! Contributed alot of ideas (though some were extreeeemely stupid) and finally, Charlotte agreed with my ideas. Yay me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bathroom calling. Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-8825313129264401681?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/8825313129264401681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=8825313129264401681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8825313129264401681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8825313129264401681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay-47-wow-we-should-consider-ourselves.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-3518266064728686783</id><published>2008-02-06T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:16:39.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year everyone! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass was awesome! Or I'd like to think it was awesome (: but it was good luh. YAY 4/7 AND 4/8! &lt;3  Just that there were some malfunctions. Linnette's mic wasn't working from the start so she used the main mic to sing. And Michelle's and my mic spoiled ( -.- )  halfway during mass, so we all ended up sharing the main mic. Dunno if the congregation could hear, but oh well (; Had fun singing. And at least they heard voices singing, so its good enough. At the other side, Jo and Sarah and Constance were so loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert was so funny! Birdie was so annoying haha, she kept poking me. But fun fun fun (: The CLDDS skit was hilarious, and guess what people. I &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; underastand it :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Malaysia tomorrow! I'll get to enjoy my ba kwa and tang yuan and nian gao and all the goooooodies. Bye byeee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got your runaway smile in my piggybank baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gonna cash it right in for a new Mercedes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were worth the hundred thousand miles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you couldn't stay awhile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got your little brown shirt in my bottom drawer baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And your little white socks in the top drawer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were always leaving your shit around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And gone without a sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I'm the first to fall and the last to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm heels over head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm hangin' upside down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking how you left me for dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;California bound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; got a first class ticket to a night all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a front row seat up right by the phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you're always on my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm running out of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;'ve got your hair on my pillow and your smell in my sheets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it makes me think about you with the sand in your feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it all you thought it'd be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You mean everything to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm the first to fall and the last to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And where'd you go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm heels over head,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm hangin' upside down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking how you left me for dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;California bound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you hit the coas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you think of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how I'm stuck here with the ghost of what we used to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're burnin' bridges baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Burnin' bridges, making wishes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;eah you're burnin' bridges baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Burnin' bridges, making wishes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're burnin' bridges baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Burnin' bridges, making wishes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah you're burnin' bridges baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Burnin' bridges, making wishes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a chance taker, heartbreaker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got me wrapped around your finger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chance taker, heartbreaker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got me wrapped around your finger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got your runaway smile in my piggybank baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gonna cash it right in for a new Mercedes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I drive a hundred thousand miles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you let me stay a while?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm heels over head,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm hangin' upside-down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking how you left me for dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;California bound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you hit the coast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you think of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how I'm stuck here with the ghost of what we used to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm heels over head,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm hangin' upside-down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking how you left me for dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;California bound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you hit the coast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you'll finally see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then you'll turn it all around and you'll come back to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-3518266064728686783?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3518266064728686783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=3518266064728686783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3518266064728686783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3518266064728686783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year-everyone-mass.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-8758195059624120454</id><published>2008-02-02T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T10:51:13.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm afraid this complacency is something I can't shake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is coming! I bet everyone's soooo excited about the year of the RAT, no? Are rats and mice the same animals? Anyway, next week's gonna be a long long weekend. (: A proper break, at last. Going to Malaysia to visit all my relatives and collect *ka-ching*. At last I get to see all my cousins after a year (: CNY celebrations in school! I seriously seriously hope that mass will be a trememdous success. Go 4/7 and 4/8! And we won't make a fool of ourselves right? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's been talking about self awareness camp. I wanna go toooo! Can't wait for valentines day. Why? Because the next day is CAMP (: And I think i'll be excused from the TD parade, so I won't have to march. Oh yeah, need to start thinking on what I'm gonna give everyone for Vday. Maybe make cookies like last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January's over now. Darn. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In slightly desperate need to go SHOPPING already, phooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this post has been redundant and I don't feel like continuing it. So I'll go finish watching the rest of Heroes 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say quitters never win.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-8758195059624120454?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/8758195059624120454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=8758195059624120454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8758195059624120454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8758195059624120454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-afraid-this-complacency-is-something.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-7818536863221421458</id><published>2008-01-21T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T18:49:52.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd week of school already. Wow, time sure passes fast huh? Starting to get tired already, and its not a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past week has been pretty uneventful, besides all the guides meetings etc etc etc. There was one meeting where we spent 3 whole hours doing souvenirs and structure for sec 1 orientation. The souvenirs were finished fast and we stored all of it in one of our many cookie tins. The structure was a problem though. Only after the guides fell out did the PLs realise that we had to transport the quads and roman cannonballs and the swing to the field. Boohoo ): The knots loosened considerably when they were slowly and painfully moved to the field. So no choice lor, stay back and tie, along with some other seniors. In the end, P-eunice and I had to leave at 7 and the rest left at 8.30. Well they would have finished alot faster if they weren't playing so much (: Good job anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CCA day was fun! I'm such a wonderful plait tie-er:D Tied P-eunice's and Charlotte's and my own braids. Charlotte and I went around looking at the other CCA displays. I savaged a big red cardboard heart from the den (supposedly one of the Item component's props) and started collecting souvenirs from the other CCAs. The heart was colourful after a few minutes already (: And Charlotte got a balloon dog from Arts Alive, and a piece of string from the Swim Team. "This is my dog and it's name is Doggie!" "Are dogs allowed in here?" "RED CROSS! Can you save my dog please?!" Utter retardedness la, but it was ultra fun as well (: And our guides structures were just DA BOMB luh. Happy happy happy. (: Thank you Sharleen for the balloon flower :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And our wonderful Champion Lagger was sleeping in the tent, while all this was happening, while all the guides were shouting "Join Guides!" at the top of their lungs, pespiring profusely in the hot sun but having a great time all the same. She is such a pig, I swear. So, P-eunice, Kaiying and me suddenly because the "paparazi". Heh so funny! Who ask her go and sleep la. And Joan and Cynthia joined in the fun too! When Eliza saw the wonderful pictures, she was all like "Omg Xiuhui, what's your problem lahh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24th PLs, the 24th! :DDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be doing my homework now, but I just about gave up on A Math. I'll go do it later, I promise! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey there Sherry&lt;/strong&gt;, I haven't talked to you in ages already. Hope you're alright and coping yeah? School's starting for you soon. Please don't get into any more accidents or I'll kill you when you get back to Singapore. Make me worry sick lah. I miss you very very very much. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday Lenice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember primary 5 and 6 when we were best friends? Oh that was so retarded and funny and stupid and childish and so... wonderful (: Sorry I couldn't go to your party, girl, but I hope it was a blast okay! Sweet sixteen already huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday Stella Quek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/R5R2KNl0_wI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vp7MohdTPVQ/s1600-h/collage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157877391065153282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/R5R2KNl0_wI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vp7MohdTPVQ/s320/collage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-7818536863221421458?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7818536863221421458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=7818536863221421458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7818536863221421458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7818536863221421458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/01/3rd-week-of-school-already.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/R5R2KNl0_wI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vp7MohdTPVQ/s72-c/collage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-3569875424468353847</id><published>2008-01-10T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T16:14:31.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd week of school now, and I'm coping. For now, that is. Things are already starting to get hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week's Orientation Campfire was a total blast! Better than last year's :P (sorry seniors, but it's true.) And this time, our sincere prayers were answered. God didn't let it rain until the next day! At first we were all so worried that we would have to switch to wet weather plan, because it started to rain off and on, and then rained extra heavily. Though Xiuhui and Kaiying wanted very much to help firepit cover their firewood. Bet they just wanted to get wet la, those pok poks. All the Sec 1s were so happy during campfire, and the PSLs and guides were even happier! Things were in order and everything was going smoothly. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons are alright, I have good teachers. And self awareness camp is coming up! Can't wait haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's no Sherry in class, boohoo ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey PLs, guides official meeting tomorrow! Here we go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best of me - Starting Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tell me what you thought about when you were gone&lt;br /&gt;And so alone&lt;br /&gt;The worst is over&lt;br /&gt;You can have the best of me&lt;br /&gt;We got older&lt;br /&gt;But we're still young&lt;br /&gt;We never grew out of this feeling that we wont give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we lay again&lt;br /&gt;On two separate beds&lt;br /&gt;Riding phone lines to meet a familiar voice&lt;br /&gt;And pictures drawn from memory&lt;br /&gt;We reflect on miscommunications&lt;br /&gt;And misunderstandings&lt;br /&gt;And missing each other too&lt;br /&gt;Much to have had to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn our music down&lt;br /&gt;And we whisper "Say what you're thinking right now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you thought about when you were gone&lt;br /&gt;And so alone&lt;br /&gt;The worst is over&lt;br /&gt;You can have the best of me&lt;br /&gt;We got older&lt;br /&gt;But we're still young&lt;br /&gt;We never grew out of this feeling that we wont give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping to conclusions&lt;br /&gt;Made me fall away from you&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that the truth has brought back together me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're sitting on the ground and we whisper&lt;br /&gt;"Say what you're thinking out loud"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you thought about when you were gone&lt;br /&gt;And so alone&lt;br /&gt;The worst is over&lt;br /&gt;You can have the best of me&lt;br /&gt;We got older&lt;br /&gt;But we're still young&lt;br /&gt;We never grew out of this feeling that we wont give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn our music down&lt;br /&gt;And we whisper&lt;br /&gt;We're sitting on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And we whisper We turn our music down&lt;br /&gt;We're sitting on the ground&lt;br /&gt;The next time I'm in town&lt;br /&gt;We will kiss girl&lt;br /&gt;We will kiss girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you thought about when you were gone&lt;br /&gt;And so alone&lt;br /&gt;The worst is over&lt;br /&gt;You can have the best of me&lt;br /&gt;We got older&lt;br /&gt;But we're still young&lt;br /&gt;We never grew out of this feeling that we won't&lt;br /&gt;Feeling that we can't&lt;br /&gt;That were not ready to give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got older, but we're still young&lt;br /&gt;We never grew out of this feeling that we wont give up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-3569875424468353847?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3569875424468353847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=3569875424468353847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3569875424468353847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3569875424468353847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/01/2nd-week-of-school-now-and-im-coping.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-935008073827991068</id><published>2008-01-01T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:20:10.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey Sherry you foodus&lt;/strong&gt;, remember sitting together during literature lessons? We were right in front and next to the door, and Ms Teo rarely walked there. You always fell asleep during lit class! And to prevent yourself from falling asleep you'd always take my homework journal and start doodling, writing your crazy messages and drawing hearts on nearly every page. Right now I'd love to have you do that again (: Tomorrow there's school (GROAN, GROAN, GROAN.) and you're not gonna be in my class. I won't hear your shouting and screaming during break time anymore, and you won't be there to pass messages to me from the front to the back of the class. And Ms Yap won't be telling you to wake up during math class anymore! How sad, the class will feel so empty, though you're only one person that's 7500 miles away, making friends with sheep. But don't worry, I'll take care of Kaiying and your gorilla! HAHAHA. Oh yeah, and I wouldn't have to give you morning calls anymore to wake you up. And you won't be late for school anymore (well maybe, because you can't be.) Anyway I love you darling! I think I miss you more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone open your mouths big big and wail, because THERE'S SCHOOL TOMORROW, WAIL WAIL WAILSSSSSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the first day of the new year in the most loser-ish way I could think of. While everyone was at vivo/at their relatives house/at parties, I was:&lt;br /&gt;1) Sitting at home&lt;br /&gt;2) Fretting about homework&lt;br /&gt;3) Chatting online&lt;br /&gt;4) Making changes to the camp agenda&lt;br /&gt;5) Reading&lt;br /&gt;6) And eventually I fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, I'm so proud of myself! And the first person i wished was Zack, because we were talking online. How nice, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let your waves crash down on me, and take me away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-935008073827991068?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/935008073827991068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=935008073827991068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/935008073827991068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/935008073827991068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-sherry-you-foodus-remember-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-316055233187842087</id><published>2007-12-27T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T22:26:18.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy birthday, Vanessa Chee! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We've been friends since what, primary school! Still haven't forgotten that time where we met at the phone booth when you were giving your mummy a call and I said "Hi!" and you thought I was an alien. Haha love you girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, sometimes being impromptu can be pretty funny. The mission trip presentation team meeting today was exactly that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy! Sherry was online today and we started talking and crapping and being retarded. No idea how Doofus and Foodus came about, but i guess that's what we're known as now, besides Darling? And the great thing is, though she's like 7500 miles away, we still can be retarded together! Webcaming was so fun too, and a great laugh. (: Would upload pictures but they're too embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my only one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-316055233187842087?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/316055233187842087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=316055233187842087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/316055233187842087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/316055233187842087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-brithday-vanessa-chee-3-weve-been.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-3390724640467760775</id><published>2007-12-24T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T13:00:48.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Blessed Christmas, everyoneee! (:&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/11025813-3390724640467760775?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3390724640467760775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=3390724640467760775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3390724640467760775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3390724640467760775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-blessed-christmas-everyoneee.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-8685371820051670601</id><published>2007-12-19T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T21:27:55.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I've got the sickness, you've got the cure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, oh wow, like totally freak me out I mean RIGHT ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guides is over, OVERRR :D For this year la. Haha I was so happy today! Trial campfire actually turned out pretty good despite the temperamental weather, and I had fun demolishing the structure with all the guides. Who knew closing quads and accidentally whipping peoples' faces with lashing on purpose would be so entertaining? And after cleaning up the firepit, we had free food from the office staff and Ms Koh! Okay, so it was just 2 donuts and 2 slices of homemade cheese bread, but food is food and after a day of hardcore work, everything tastes good. (: A bit of a gossip session after that and it's so funny I tell you. Unwound with Eliza at the basketball court. A bit of one-to-one. (: But in the end we just started shooting baskets. Endorphins released, I'm so gobsmackingly happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not for long, for the drat homework awaits. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental appointment today, and I don't have to see the dentist until 6 months later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so proud of myself too, I updated the guides blog twice in a week (: LALALA. Oh! Thanks to Xiuhui's and my SMART idea, we now have the PLC photo pinned onto the board on our den (which currently smells terrible, like something's rotten in there). And there's still 2 tins of milo, 10 cans of condensed milk, and 3 cans of 100 Plus left over from Combined Camp. ALL OURS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, happy, happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my best friend though :/ Hurry come back, you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashleigh&lt;/strong&gt; - (Old English) "From the ash tree meadow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ann&lt;/strong&gt; - (Hebrew) "Graceful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michaela&lt;/strong&gt; - (Hebrew) "Who is like the Lord?"&lt;br /&gt;I have a weird combination of names. So, I'm 2 parts Hebrew, 1 part Old English. Interesting, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-8685371820051670601?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/8685371820051670601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=8685371820051670601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8685371820051670601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8685371820051670601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-got-sickness-youve-got-cure.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-2535433938308062562</id><published>2007-12-14T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:20:48.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I can't find a wall to pin this to, they're all coming down since I found you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tick tock, tick tock, wind up the clock, and we'll start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain rain, go away, and come again another day! its so sickening, the laundry can't dry properly and there's so much that still isn't washed! and just so happens my sister comes back from a 15 day trip to thailand a day after i come back from perth, so there's like a mountain of clothes to be washed! if the weather keeps up i won't have anything to wear. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year when PE starts again, i am going to DIE. the last time i ran/jogged was like what, eons ago! ever since we stopped having PE and morning run with the guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was a pretty funny thing today (: went to kofu with kaiying and eliza and decided we wanted to eat our katong laska instead. so we sheepishly took our bags from the chairs and went downstairs, only to find that our katong laksa was goneeee D: in the end we went back up to kofu. and talktalktalk. and only then after we realised we still haven't bought rafia string for tomorrow's collection. smart, real smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLC meeting was pretty productive anyway. hurry come back charlotte, we miss you ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's empty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-2535433938308062562?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2535433938308062562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=2535433938308062562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2535433938308062562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2535433938308062562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cant-find-wall-to-pin-this-to-theyre.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-3576453688521068889</id><published>2007-12-11T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T20:41:21.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And I feel a weakness coming on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherry I miss youuuuu! Hope you're well there, can't wait till you get your internet connection. I hate not being able to talk to you. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel accomplished. (: I actually started on my mound of holiday homework today! Though its not much, but who cares? I STARTED :D But we made such a racket in the library, how retarded. And we got told off twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz and Kaiying are so funny! We watched enchanted together and it was really entertaining! Meanwhile there was another motion picture going on beside me. Those 2 idiots, Liz and Kaiying, were screaming like mad at the dragon part and I nearly wanted to hide. How embarassing! It wasn't as funny as I thought it would be, but all the same it was super sweet with cherries and whipped cream on top. And now we're all looking for a wicked witch. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are coming to and end already, how scary. It hasn't been much of a merry-go-round though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROAN, newspaper collection on saturday. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retail therapy, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-3576453688521068889?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3576453688521068889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=3576453688521068889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3576453688521068889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3576453688521068889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-i-feel-weakness-coming-on-sherry-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-7491173573128143409</id><published>2007-11-30T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:20:02.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/R1An4TTE4UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IrkRusLGxnk/s1600-R/IMG_8705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138651023036178754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/R1An4TTE4UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6X7zeRFc9l8/s320/IMG_8705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Sherry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll be on a plane to NZ when I'm in Perth. Yeah, that sucks like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea how I'm going to express this in words. A friendship that seems to me like it lasted forever. And I have this wonderful feeling that it might just actually last forever. When you board that plane on monday, you'll be leaving behind so many people who care and love and miss you like crazy. But of course, we'd still be cheering you on. This is another step in life that you'll have to take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how i'm going to wake up every morning and think, Sherry's not here. She's not going to be in class and make alot of noise with her screaming. She's not going to be around in guides. She's not going to be in the PLC anymore. She won't be here to answer my calls. But I know, somehow I can pull through this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sherry, it hasn't been easy being one of your closest friends ever, but it has also been one of the beautiful friendships I could possibly have imagined. But I'm not imagining, because its so real. You're living proof. I know our friendship won't stop here, it definitely won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think what I'm trying to say is, I love and miss you, Sherry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-7491173573128143409?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7491173573128143409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=7491173573128143409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7491173573128143409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7491173573128143409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/11/dear-sherry-youll-be-on-plane-to-nz.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/R1An4TTE4UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6X7zeRFc9l8/s72-c/IMG_8705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-6243474011116205206</id><published>2007-11-23T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:04:53.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>note to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4 Farewell -&lt;strong&gt; OVERRR&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;Next: Combined camp. &lt;strong&gt;GROANS&lt;/strong&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye seniors, i'll miss you. ))))))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-6243474011116205206?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/6243474011116205206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=6243474011116205206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/6243474011116205206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/6243474011116205206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/11/note-to-self-sec-4-farewell-overrr.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-5475502683400678034</id><published>2007-11-20T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T11:37:53.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I think we should strike a match and hold it to the wind to see how long it lasts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday: "&lt;strong&gt;Burfday Gerr&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU everyone for the warm and sweet birthday wishes! Thank you for making my birthday seem so much more special than it really is. Really appreciate the presents too! Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLC: You all are a lousy bunch of liars! Haha, you all can't lie for nuts la. Sure, I'm supposed to believe that all of you are going to see Mrs Tan at the same time? Anyhoo, thanks bunches for the cake with the "shit" on top, it was so cute! And delicious as well. I LOVE LOVE LOVE you all! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend, thank you for the lunch/dinner treat and the movie! Oh, and the popcorn too :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: &lt;strong&gt;Little Miss Boredom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will go to the library and TRY to get some holiday work done before my tution teahcer comes after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll make the clock stop, make your heart drop, and become alive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-5475502683400678034?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/5475502683400678034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=5475502683400678034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5475502683400678034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5475502683400678034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-think-we-should-strike-match-and-hold.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-5900518287999211233</id><published>2007-11-15T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:58:49.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Major&lt;/strong&gt; Mission-Centre Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Chaing Rai.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Wiang Kaen.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Mission Centre.&lt;br /&gt;I miss its humongous and stretchy plot of land.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the girls dormitory.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the hall.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the gorgeous church building.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THE KIDS.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THE KIDS.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THE KIDS.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THE KIDS.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THE KIDS.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS EVERYTHING ABOUT THE KIDS.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Sister Bernard and her staff.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the meals at the centre big time.&lt;br /&gt;I miss working in the farm.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the padi fields.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the schools we visited.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the other 23 wonderful, amazing people i journeyed with.&lt;br /&gt;I miss sleeping in the same room, packed together.&lt;br /&gt;I miss happy people with happy smiles and happy laughs without a thing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;I miss waking up early in the morning to send the kids off to school.&lt;br /&gt;I miss waking up to Charlotte 'Bimbo' Ng's very annoying alarm.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my group.&lt;br /&gt;I miss dishwashing with my group.&lt;br /&gt;I miss crapping out.&lt;br /&gt;I miss retarded sessions.&lt;br /&gt;I miss fooling around at the airport during transaction time with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I miss reflection sessions at my favourite spot: on the church steps.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the beautiful scenery.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Thailand's amazing culture.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being so carefree and relaxed, without having anything to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck.&lt;br /&gt;I. Miss. The. Mission. Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids taught me so much, it was so amazing! They taught me to love, wholeheartedly and unconditionally. They taught me to give. They were so poor and yet they could give me so much more than I could give them! Just looking at them go through their daily activities and play with us and have their night time prayer and all makes me feel so shameful. The discipline, integrity, humour, responsibility, respect, manners, is just practically flabbergasting. And the kids are downright beautiful/handsome/cute &lt;em&gt;(sui mak mak/lor mak mak/naa-rak)&lt;/em&gt; so much so you wanna squish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, I guess its &lt;em&gt;ra-tee sa-wat. *&lt;/em&gt;Does the &lt;em&gt;wai &lt;/em&gt;greeting&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/11025813-5900518287999211233?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/5900518287999211233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=5900518287999211233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5900518287999211233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5900518287999211233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/11/major-mission-centre-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-7102500361945282332</id><published>2007-11-08T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T19:07:39.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CHIJ Chiang Rai Mission Trip 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-14 November&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everyoneeee! While I go to spread the looooove in Chaing Rai to all the wonderful kids! :D Gee, I hope i don't spread germs instead. Gotta get up earlyearlyearly and reach the airport earlyearly and then have breakfast! Omg I can't waaaaait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I already miss Xiuhui and Eunice and Kaiying and Eliza and all those people who are at OBS and Regional CIP. Come back soon! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you caught me off guard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm running and screaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-7102500361945282332?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7102500361945282332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=7102500361945282332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7102500361945282332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7102500361945282332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/11/chij-chiang-rai-mission-trip-2007-9-14.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-8519465845131291916</id><published>2007-11-06T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:39:46.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye braces, goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wow my mouth feels all so wonderful and roomy with no metal but tongue and teeth! :D after 1 year and 8 months, its goodbvye braces! and helloooooo teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retainers are troublesome though. first, they're really uncomfortable to wear. second, they have to be taken out before eating and brushing of teeth. third, they're really uncomfortable to wear. the wire's pretty fragile too! but what the heck, NO BRACES! :D gee, think i'm gonna miss them a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cough's not getting better anyway. bummer. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smell my wonderful chicken wings for dinner. oh yummy! i'm so rumbly, in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just hate myself so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-8519465845131291916?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/8519465845131291916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=8519465845131291916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8519465845131291916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8519465845131291916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/11/goodbye-braces-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-6667762005892526633</id><published>2007-11-02T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T20:31:39.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;School's out! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye lessons, goodbye! officially the last day of school for sec 3s (: lalala i'm a happy person haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus you're my superhero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a star, my best friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just about went hyper singing Heaven On The Inside Of Me and Jesus Is My Superhero with my mission trip group! oh gosh dead hilarious. the actions so rock la. :D and today's quiz thingy was funny too! guessing all the ridiculous answers and in the end i was the only one who passed, hur hur. St Francis of Assisi is DA BOMB. hee! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole week's been pretty alright, sometimes rushing in a whirl of colours, and other times just moving at snail's pace. happy moments, sad moments, funny moments, fuzzy moments, fustrating moments, angry moments, agitated moments, everything. hanging out with the PLs more than anything; every morning and every alternate afternoon! funny la those people. and i'm lovin' it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;workload's been mounting though, now that all our important activities are drawing nearer yet, it's all so rushed. but &lt;em&gt;if we hold on together&lt;/em&gt;... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that sick anymore i guess! after throwing up twice after a particularly horrible fit of coughing, i went to see a doctor and he presribed some medicine that makes me drowsy -.- but if it cures me, i guess i'm all for it? leaving for chiang rai, thailand in a weeks time, and if i were to miss it out or go while i'm still sick... BLEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to hold on, but i guess i have to let go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-6667762005892526633?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/6667762005892526633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=6667762005892526633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/6667762005892526633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/6667762005892526633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/11/schools-out-d-goodbye-lessons-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-4858900265722261900</id><published>2007-10-28T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T15:01:50.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/RyQxuTQg3cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BJLoA4Fn-9Q/s1600-h/champions.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126276947367747010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/RyQxuTQg3cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BJLoA4Fn-9Q/s320/champions.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HIJ 1st coy totally &lt;strong&gt;OWNED&lt;/strong&gt; South Division Day 07! :D gosh, so uber proudddddd! for more information go see the guides blog. (: guides is back in business, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 years of cath class officially ended today for the confirmation batch 07, but we all know it's definitely not finished. we've still got the spirit burning strong, and we're all gonna make a difference :D but sad though, going for cath class every sunday has become so routine. and today is kind of goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-4858900265722261900?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4858900265722261900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=4858900265722261900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4858900265722261900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4858900265722261900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/10/hij-1st-coy-totally-owned-south.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/RyQxuTQg3cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BJLoA4Fn-9Q/s72-c/champions.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-2771843010934601756</id><published>2007-10-25T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:17:34.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so uber tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seem to be complaining more than anything these past few days. cough getting better but phlegm's still present. then there's the horrdendous november coming up ahead, where my schedule is so packed, i don't know what to focus on anymore. haven't been going for weekday mass: i don't have time for God. how retarded does that sound? crap. report book coming back tomorrow, and it'll determine whether i get to keep my post in guides. if i don't... dammit. this is so messed up! supposedly the last day of school tomorrow but i have a week left of lessons, gotta start on sec 4 work already. how scary, o levels are next year already and we have only about a year left to prepare. oh gosh, i don't have any time for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, complaining again. i have GOT to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my best friend alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah, i don't know what to say anymore. this is a redundant post and i just wasted my time and energy typing all of this, and i'm going to waste a few more joules of energy by clicking the "publish post" button. &lt;em&gt;click.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-2771843010934601756?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2771843010934601756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=2771843010934601756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2771843010934601756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2771843010934601756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-so-uber-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-5378829476802865875</id><published>2007-10-22T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:06:36.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i lead no life, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been sick for more than a week and i don't think my cough's getting any better. lozenges aren't exactly helping but the cough syrup makes me drowsy :/ oh well, i should be getting better. meanwhile, everyone's been asking me to a)drink lots lots more water b)shut up because my voice is croaky and i sound worse than a toad. thanks lots guys, you people rock. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can say GOODBYE, AU REVIOR, ZAI JIAN, ARRIVADERCI to my november and half of my december and give it all to guides! lots of things to complete, i think everyone got scared by the holiday training programme thing that we issued out today. i got scared a bit too, seriously, its a hell lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;but, i'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, My Beautiful Rescue by This Providence has been playing over and over and over again in my head. hee. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-5378829476802865875?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/5378829476802865875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=5378829476802865875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5378829476802865875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5378829476802865875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/10/seasons-are-changing-waves-are-crashing.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-3339033425207457482</id><published>2007-10-20T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:11:00.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"And we can never be heroes, because heroes don't cry."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thai lesson was damn cool lah!:D &lt;em&gt;cham chop mugg mugg &lt;/em&gt;:D everyone sounded so funny speaking a foreign language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day was crap, besides going to ikea with the family.(:&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-3339033425207457482?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3339033425207457482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=3339033425207457482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3339033425207457482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3339033425207457482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-we-can-never-be-heroes-because.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-4269183582590472851</id><published>2007-10-17T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:12:30.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And tonight I walk through an empty street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;With my shadow stretching in front of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my lonely thoughts meet my lonely feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the cold reminds me that I've chosen this life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm a happy person. i'm a happy person. i'm a happy person. :D&lt;br /&gt;trying to convince myself, so please excuse that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;school was pretty interesting today. got to school earlier than i usually would have because today is PSLE marking day! so the little people from the primary school didn't go on the bus today. and my brother was kind enough to rub in that he had no school. BLEAH. but whatever. anyway, the morning was filled with stories about getting drenched, running from school to interchange and back again to retrieve a wallet, and panicking about getting results back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha okay, results suck. next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sherry and i were joking about calling up 987fm and dedicating "Hey There Delilah" and spelling her name is s-h-a-r-i, which means BRAVERY. how wonderful! charlotte and xiuhui came in so we started discussing about guides. again. today's results pretty much depressed everyone so yeah. oh, i just thought of something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/RxYHYTtdL2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qkmFn8GJ3tI/s1600-h/IMG_6808+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122289740369702754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/RxYHYTtdL2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qkmFn8GJ3tI/s320/IMG_6808+2.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;oh, memories, memories. just another funny episode of crapping in the den, where our dear CL (Champion Lagger, toilet CLeaner) refused to rid the den of her smelly guides uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna catch Grey's Anatomy later, so ciao.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-4269183582590472851?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4269183582590472851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=4269183582590472851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4269183582590472851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4269183582590472851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-tonight-i-walk-through-empty-street.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_sJmqRdYuVVk/RxYHYTtdL2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qkmFn8GJ3tI/s72-c/IMG_6808+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-7770702066883079373</id><published>2007-10-13T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:43:30.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want so much to tell you to, but i can't just tell you. i want so much to tell you, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat slime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-7770702066883079373?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7770702066883079373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=7770702066883079373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7770702066883079373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7770702066883079373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-want-so-much-to-tell-you-to-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-2746147521476945694</id><published>2007-10-11T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:24:17.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to have retail therapy with my sister but she had a birthday party to attend. oh well, i had a meeting in school anyway. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladeedaa, though exams have ended, its been a real drag. yesterday's PLC meeting was so unproductive; in light of the post-exam-euphoria, no one felt like doing anything. went home to properly plan stuff and i just got an email saying that the agenda needs to be re-considered. BIG SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's meeting went fairly well. but i found out that i have alot of things to do now. guides stuff, now mission trip planning. three cheers! but the mood lightened considerably after meeting. i went down to the canteen with sherry and she went off with liz. saw kaiying planning for her regional CIP trip and decided to help with the proposal. my so-called expert area. hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so... empty. and i don't know why. all i know now is that very soon, she'll be leaving (supposedly on a jet plane, or so she claims. but i think she wants it according to the song) and she's leaving her house, leaving school, leaving singapore, leaving her friends... leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And then he swears he loves you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRESS AH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-2746147521476945694?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2746147521476945694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=2746147521476945694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2746147521476945694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2746147521476945694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/10/hohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-8283727287839143255</id><published>2007-10-10T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:25:15.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha, exams are OVERRR! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And you - ain't you bitter, man? Ain't you just about had it yet? Don't you see no stars gleaming that you can't reach out and grab? You happy?-You contented son-of-a-bitch -you happy? You got it made? Bitter? Man, I'm a volcano. Bitter? Here I am a giant-surrounded by ants! Ants who can't even understand what it is the giant is talking about."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-8283727287839143255?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/8283727287839143255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=8283727287839143255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8283727287839143255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8283727287839143255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-you-aint-you-bitter-man-aint-you.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-187889113743688449</id><published>2007-10-06T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T17:47:26.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Use me as you will, pull my strings just for a thrill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;English 1&lt;br /&gt;English 2&lt;br /&gt;Chinese 1&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies&lt;br /&gt;Literature 1&lt;br /&gt;Literature 2&lt;br /&gt;Additional Mathematics&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elementary Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;Chinese 2&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Geography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; DAYS LEFT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i can happily go off and burn my books.(:&lt;br /&gt;but right after exams end, START WORK AGAIN. pfft. guides, prepare to work your asses off for the whole month of november! we're got ALOT ALOT ALOT of things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLs, urgent need for meeting. we are so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23RD SEPTEMBER. thank you everyone for all the gorgeous flowers and gifts and coming down for my confirmation! really meant alot to me. (: Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to hit the books now.&lt;br /&gt;OCOMOGOSIAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Dare You To Move&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Switchfoot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to the planet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to existence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone's here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone's here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody's watching you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody waits for you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What happens next?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like today never happened&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today never happened before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to the fallout&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to resistance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tension is here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between who you are and who you could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between how it is and how it should be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like today never happened&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today never happened before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe redemption has stories to tell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where can you run to escape from yourself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where you gonna go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where you gonna go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salvation is here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to moveI dare you to move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like today never happened&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today never happened before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-187889113743688449?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/187889113743688449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=187889113743688449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/187889113743688449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/187889113743688449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/10/use-me-as-you-will-pull-my-strings-just.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-4162424325296716536</id><published>2007-09-21T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T15:43:20.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just another typical friday... chem class!&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Champion:&lt;/strong&gt; Today we will be trying out titration......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashleigh:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaiying:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Ms Champion demonstrates to the class, then allows them to collect their apparatus and start.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Champion:&lt;/strong&gt; Pair work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Ashleigh and Kaiying proceed to get the apparatus*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashleigh:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*fingering the burette*&lt;/em&gt; This is weird... &lt;em&gt;*washes the burette with distilled water, then nitric acid*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaiying:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha so cool! &lt;em&gt;*washes pipette and conical flask with distilled water, then washes pipette with potassium hydroxide. Puts a drop of methyl orange and swirls the flask. The potassium hydroxide turns yellow*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashleigh:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*starting to shoot small jets of nitric acid into the potassium hydroxide*&lt;/em&gt; Tell me when the pink starts coming out yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaiying:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, sure. &lt;em&gt;*swirls the flask time to time again*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*The pair finally reach the 'end point' as the solution turns beigey-orange*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaiying:&lt;/strong&gt; I think we should add 1 more drop, the colour doesn't look exactly right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashleigh:&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm... Okay, try la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Ashleigh adds 1 more drop of nitric acid into the solution. The solution immediately turns pink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashleigh:&lt;/strong&gt; GASP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashleigh and Kaiying:&lt;/strong&gt; OH NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaiying:&lt;/strong&gt; Err... Heh heh :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Ashleigh and Kaiying stand sheepishly at the table*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty much okay, i only fell asleep in chinese(:&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to CONFIRMATION!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-4162424325296716536?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4162424325296716536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=4162424325296716536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4162424325296716536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4162424325296716536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-another-typical-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-7646325101124194311</id><published>2007-09-18T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:12:21.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is what we call a Tragedy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. ready, set, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/11025813-7646325101124194311?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7646325101124194311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=7646325101124194311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7646325101124194311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7646325101124194311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-what-we-call-tragedy.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-7847199812099061208</id><published>2007-09-16T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:59:23.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 WEEK TO &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONFIRMATION&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies like its no one's business, its slightly annoying.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, today was a good sunday! praise and worship really hit the spot, and i thought it was a really wonderful way to mark our last cath class lesson before confirmation. singing our hearts out, as usual(: confirmation rehearsal was slightly dry but nah, i'll overlook that. sibling bonding during and after tuition really made my day too! all the crapping and laughing and combing the supermarket for sweets to split between the 3 of us. dinner was excellent: food was delicious and jac and dan made me smile, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confirmation camp's still fresh in my mind. how could i forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how i'm going to get my parents to sign my report book. their eyes could pop out when they look at how many subjects i've failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the weekend's over. hello school, you suck. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-7847199812099061208?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7847199812099061208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=7847199812099061208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7847199812099061208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7847199812099061208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/09/1-week-to-confirmation.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-2994065247241052323</id><published>2007-09-13T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T18:47:22.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To build me up, then tear me down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT:&lt;br /&gt;Ashleigh Ann (Michaela) is officially a Pig. she comes home, intending to study, but instead ends up with eyes glued to the computer screen while eating potato chips. three cheers, everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, the HSM2 soundtrack and the Hairspray soundtrack is getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's student leaders investiture :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-2994065247241052323?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2994065247241052323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=2994065247241052323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2994065247241052323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2994065247241052323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-build-me-up-then-tear-me-down.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-6274838425992163180</id><published>2007-09-11T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T21:35:56.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo, sec 3 confirmands :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass today was so awesome! there were 3 benches full of sec 3s (except for Aaron-james, who was feeling pretty old). i have never ever seen such a large number of sec 3s go for mass before. so awesome, GO SEC 3S(: confirmation's next week, let's all keep the spirit alive(: haha spiritually high people:D aaah and this week is confirmation rehearsal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well, school's started and i guess things are back to normal, routines and all. just that my sleep pattern is a little weird, where i end up sleeping in class (especially a math class, how funny) and jacjac risks her fingers to poke me awake. doesn't work though, i still won't wake up, and she could break her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short post, i shall TRY to start homeworking now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday, of our lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanna find you there, wanna hold on tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gonna run, while we're young&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And keep the faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday, from right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gonna use our voices and scream out loud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my hand, together we'll celebrate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-6274838425992163180?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/6274838425992163180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=6274838425992163180' 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currently rotting in front of the screen. how contrary, just at 2am in the morning i stuck a "GO AND DO HOMEWORK" note right in the middle of my mirror. it was written in purple marker ink, to catch attention. hoho. when i woke up, i discovered that the note was blown away. hmm, maybe its a sign from somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who the heck am i kidding. pffft, myself, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here i am wasting a saturday morning, feeding on muesli bars and staring at this drat screen. darn. i SHOULD go and find something more constructive to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a math and chinese tuition later, what joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have FORCED myself to stay up even later to get my math done. sigh, this whole week has proved more useless than using a toy scissors to stab Ceasar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-6366036752953687454?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/6366036752953687454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=6366036752953687454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/6366036752953687454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/6366036752953687454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/09/living-things-respond-to-change.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-5516886322296847846</id><published>2007-09-06T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T11:40:47.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the curse of holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overload of homework again, and endyears are drawing nearer than ever. but who wants to do homework when all one can do is relish those spirit-filled moments at confirmation camp? those sad moments, happy moments, quiet moments, prayerful moments, friend-filled moments, touching moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confirmation is in around 2 weeks time. like WHOA, so fast already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Come, Holy Spirit."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Speak Lord, your servant is listening"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's still basking in the comfort of God, whom we know now has been there for us, is there for us, will always be there for us. its just a matter of whether we realise it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn it, i just feel so happy, yet confused. who on earth wants to do homework!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy belated birthday, Wong Kaiying&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did I mention, when I see You it stings like hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the fact that we could have something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something that would never happen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-5516886322296847846?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/5516886322296847846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=5516886322296847846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5516886322296847846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5516886322296847846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/09/curse-of-holiday-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-7707897700165154234</id><published>2007-08-28T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:43:04.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;O God, you search me and you know me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my thoughts lie open to your gaze.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I walk or lie down you are before me:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever the maker and keeper of my days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know my resting and my rising.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You discern my purpose from afar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And with love everlasting you besiege me:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In every moment of life or death, you are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you created me and shaped me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gave me life within my mother's womb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the wonder of who I am I praise you:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Safe in your hands, all creation is made new.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hello bestfriend, i'll be there for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-7707897700165154234?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7707897700165154234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=7707897700165154234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7707897700165154234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7707897700165154234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-god-you-search-me-and-you-know-me.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-5454143430721721785</id><published>2007-08-23T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T13:48:21.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, isn't Geography so Gorges&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[gorgeous]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* A gorge is an exceptionally deep and narrow valley. Gorges are formed when vertical erosion takes place in resistant rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-5454143430721721785?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/5454143430721721785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=5454143430721721785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5454143430721721785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5454143430721721785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-isnt-geography-so-gorges-gorgeous.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-6184876754407820594</id><published>2007-08-22T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T21:09:12.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently listening to the Wicked soundtrack, which brings back lots and lots of memories in London(: i really wanna watch that musical again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats today man. i slept for 1 period of RE and the whole of recess, as well as 1 period of math, and half a period of PC. well done, Ashleigh! anyway i still resemble half a panda (all that's missing are the black spots on my body) ; my eyebags are terrible! but the late nights can't be helped, sigh... thinking too much sometimes is bad for health?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make up lessons have been scheduled and i've been attending... well, most of them. at least now i'll be able to catch up with the rest of the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time for a wake up call for several reasons:&lt;br /&gt;#1 &lt;strong&gt;endyears&lt;/strong&gt; are in slightly more than a month's time and i'm still bumming around.&lt;br /&gt;#2 its ENDYEARS, &lt;strong&gt;for goodness sakes&lt;/strong&gt;, Ashleigh!&lt;br /&gt;#3 i'm not making notes, taking out textbooks to study, anything!&lt;br /&gt;#4 i need, to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;#5 the truth hurts, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;face it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday, Reggy Veggy Regina&lt;3&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/11025813-6184876754407820594?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/6184876754407820594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=6184876754407820594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/6184876754407820594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/6184876754407820594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/08/currently-listening-to-wicked.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-5827478686182613583</id><published>2007-08-20T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T21:45:00.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone's missing Promenade, me included!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;".... Love is a Legacy, built on our yesterdays. With Faith, you will see, beyond time, beyond space..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in class there was nothing to talk about but promenade. in class there was nothing to sing but promenade. everyone just kept breathing promenade! though the prospect of staying in school until 10.30 every night is over, i realised how much i actually miss it. standing there, watching, feeling the goose bumps on my arms, singing softly along with the cast, waiting for the various queues to hold up signboards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;".... We believe we can hear beyond the noise, and with Faith we will answer His call. And Love will guide us through the right choices. There is Hope, Hope for us all...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... For these 3 remain: Faith, Hope, and Love. But the greatest of all, is Love..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know everyone deems it unforgettable. and so do i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... Patience and kind, it does not envy. Selfless and humble, it angers not easily..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting, waiting to get my soundtrack from ms teo! then i can go and happily drown myself in those wonderful memories, where the hard work and determination for IJ! can be sensed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, besides a pounding headache, today was fun!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-5827478686182613583?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/5827478686182613583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=5827478686182613583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5827478686182613583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5827478686182613583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/08/everyones-missing-promenade-me-included.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-8535473794009806486</id><published>2007-08-17T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:16:22.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;ne &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;ore &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;ay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and Promenade is OVER. One more show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPPEEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;No more:&lt;br /&gt;- userhing practises (:&lt;br /&gt;- impromptu introductions (:&lt;br /&gt;- staying late in school till 10+ (:&lt;br /&gt;- scoldings (:&lt;br /&gt;- having a reason to come to school at 9 ):&lt;br /&gt;- yelling "HELLO MS YAP!" along the corridor ):&lt;br /&gt;- singing along "There is Hope" during the actual performance ):&lt;br /&gt;- prancing around with a reason to ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. but guess what? WE'RE FREEEEEEE! :D&lt;br /&gt;good show, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strangely enough, I feel perfectly fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is weird.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-8535473794009806486?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/8535473794009806486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=8535473794009806486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8535473794009806486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8535473794009806486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-ne-m-ore-d-ay-and-promenade-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-3952063231826192756</id><published>2007-08-12T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T23:30:04.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in exactly 7 weeks, i will be confirmed at the 10.45am mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i ready? i just hope i'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does it mean to be a Catholic?"&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;uncle garry asked the class those 2 questions on the very first lesson in sec 1, the start of our journey towards confirmation. those questions were, and still are, mind boggling and it's been bugging me ever since. who really am i? when people ask me that question, am i gonna say things like "oh, i'm Ashleigh. i go to IJTP and i'm currently sec 3. my favourite colours are orange and green. i love my friends."?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, am i ever going to get the answers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a light at the end of the tunnel after all. i believe i will get the answers in the following weeks of cath class. things are begining to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, confirmation name picking was really funny! debby decided last minute to extend her name with a Raphaelle because she said it was fun. so i just closed my eyes and added a Michaela to my form! i was thinking of that name for quite a while, just that i didn't know whether i should have a confirmation name or just stick to my already long name. oh well, for the fun of it. and, its a nice name! haha.. so anyway vanessa was having trouble deciding on her confirmation name too. so i suggested Gabriella. so cool right, the 3 archangels! Michaela (Michael), Raphaelle (Raphael) and Gabriella (Gabriel)! :D i hope vanessa picks Gabriella. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, in exactly 7 weeks, i will be confirmed Michaela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Great Escape - Boys Like Girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paper bags and plastic hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;are belongings in shopping carts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we got one more night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's get drunk and ride around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And make peace with an empty town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can make it right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throw it away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll make the great escape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't hear a word they say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They don't know us anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch it burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause we are finally free tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight will change our lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so good to be by your side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We won't give up the fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they'll think it's just 'cause we're young&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll feel so alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throw it away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll make the great escape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't hear a word they say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They don't know us anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch it burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause we are finally free tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of the wasted timing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hours that were left behind me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answers that we'll never find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They don't mean a thing tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throw it away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll make the great escape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't hear a word they say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They don't know us anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throw it away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll make the great escape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't hear a word they say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They don't know us anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throw it away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;forget yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll make the great escape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't hear a word they say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They don't know us anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch it burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause we are finally free tonight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-3952063231826192756?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3952063231826192756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=3952063231826192756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3952063231826192756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/3952063231826192756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-exactly-7-weeks-i-will-be-confirmed.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-7249198488192878919</id><published>2007-08-11T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T18:35:42.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I felt like the World's Most Stupid Idiot. Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it had something to do with this afternoon's math tuition. Or, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if I still mean the world to you. If you ever meant it.&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/11025813-7249198488192878919?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7249198488192878919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=7249198488192878919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7249198488192878919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7249198488192878919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-i-felt-like-worlds-most-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-8076059206251069169</id><published>2007-08-09T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:04:11.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one more week of Promenade then its &lt;strong&gt;overoveroveroverOVERRRR&lt;/strong&gt;!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but must admit, its been pretty fun, staying back till 10 in school with the usherers and the cast and crew. also not to mention the number of times i watched the whole show. 6 more days, just 6 more days. 3 more practises, 2 previews, and 1 opening night. 3 more practices means approximately watching the show about 6 more times. so that means i'll be watching the show 9 more times! think i'm gonna get sick of it... but the songs are really nice! i've been dreaming, thinking, singing Promenade lately. uh oh. first guides, now this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are testaments, of Faith, Hope and Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonding with the guides has been real fun lately. we learn from each other's mistakes, we correct each other, we praise each other. my favourite part is dinner hour:D oh, and the part after dinner hour:D especially yesterday, which was sooooo FOS. blame everyone lah. all of us played hangman on the whiteboard, can you believe it. kaiying was also suddenly interested in ghost stories, for some weird reason. and that amellia, said over and over again that this month is ghost festival. and all the lame jokes and stuff. all this makes up for the number of hours we spend learning our routes and how to usher properly, to attract the attention of the crowd, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT A TALL GIRAFFE!&lt;br /&gt;and i just love all the PLs lah. crapping in the den and getting real high and stuff, and also the paint incident where xiuhui had such a sexy beard. credits go to eliza and kaiying! plus locking the toilet CLeaner out of the den and stuff. and eunice, or should i say p-eunice, being the mother hen she is and also the one with the broom to sweep all the hair i dropped! but its like really smelly, the rope smell and stuff. and that disgusting guides uniform that's hanging behind our full length mirror. plus, the floor is so littered, with the glitter from the overall deco. oh, and xiuhui was being NORMAL and patted silver glitter on everyone's faces. meanwhile i was tying braids for charlotte's hair (after that she kept flicking her hair in everyone's face).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was MOVIE DAY for xiuhui, kaiying, p-eunice and i! ahhh the simpsons movie was so hilarious! but p-eunice, being the anti-climax puny she was, didn't laugh la. the only time she laughed was when the hole in the popcorn box issued out bits of popcorn and i was eating off my skirt. the other time she laughed was when i hit the popcorn box to the floor. meanwhile the rest of us were laughing like there was no tomorrow. DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyhoo, HAPPY NATIONAL DAY EVERYONEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-8076059206251069169?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/8076059206251069169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=8076059206251069169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8076059206251069169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/8076059206251069169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-more-week-of-promenade-then-its.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-1321262301097875722</id><published>2007-08-06T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:58:21.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was so GOBSMACKINGLY fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone, guess what. I'm ultra special :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Sister, come back soon. I miss you loads!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-1321262301097875722?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/1321262301097875722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=1321262301097875722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/1321262301097875722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/1321262301097875722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-was-so-gobsmackingly-fun-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-4817617798078233501</id><published>2007-08-05T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:19:54.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Nice to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's like a chemistry test tomorrow and I'm desperately trying to study, but its not working. Wosrt chapter ever: Redox Reactions. OIL-RIG: Oxidation Is Loss (of electrons), Reduction Is Gain (of electrons). How ingenious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My literature test is on Tuesday and I MUST PASS, or face the wrath of Ms Teo. In other words, if I don't pass, I have to stay back every single day with Ms Teo doing literature. So fun right? I know. But its highly impossible to pass, since there's so many things to be done and I'm freaking struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Day practice has been disrupted by Promenade, which is now KING. You can so tell the teachers hate Promenade; its sapping the life out of them slowly, and its disrupting their lessons as well. Well well, who knew that Girl Guides would be involved as well? Surprise surprise, 40 Guides are involved. We have to stay back until 10pm for several days, which means the next day we can report to school at 9am. But what's the point, we're missing out. Plus the Student Council is involved in ushering as well. Seriously, do they need so many people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait for CCA to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, my social life is going down the drain, my subjects are deterioiating (like wth, I failed English for the 1st time in my life), I resemble half a panda, and I'm sleeping later and later every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you I lead no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough complaining, because amongst all that rubbish, I realise I have many things to be happy about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-4817617798078233501?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4817617798078233501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=4817617798078233501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4817617798078233501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4817617798078233501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/08/sadly-i-lead-no-life.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-7368050277913832235</id><published>2007-08-02T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T18:23:24.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's gonna be a bumpy car ride;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's been passing by like the wind; fast, cold, and bitter. its as if a storm is coming quickly, the leaves on the trees rustling, sometimes slowly, flaoting to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes people feel like they've been trodden on, bearing the weight of someone else, the compressed feeling, the rubber sole against one's face. and then, the sole is lifted and an imprint is seen there, slowly fading off, or maybe never fading off at all. its there to stay, like a scar from a deep wound, smooth, yet ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then someone comes to rescue you, someone like a good samaritan. that someone offers you a hand, lifts you off the ground, wipe away all the dirty tracks the tears have made, and holds your hand. all seems well again. the warmth of the person can be felt. hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, that person lets go, slowly, and you've never noticed it. slowly, tediously, finger by finger. you've felt as if you've been gliding on low viscosity floor, but suddenly, everything turns rough again. and the wind comes back, carrying your hopes and happiness away, away from everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an empty shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith, Hope, and Love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You placed the stars in the sky and you know them by name, Jesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-7368050277913832235?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7368050277913832235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=7368050277913832235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7368050277913832235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/7368050277913832235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-gonna-be-bumpy-car-ride-everythings.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-4576849037837541314</id><published>2007-08-01T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:07:45.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; stop temptation to scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ashleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;The Cold Hard Truth Association&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindrance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-4576849037837541314?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4576849037837541314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=4576849037837541314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4576849037837541314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/4576849037837541314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/08/really-stop-temptation-to-scream.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-627014429180644295</id><published>2007-07-24T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T22:34:26.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time went over the speed limit, and caused an accident.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... and i wonder who took it and took it from them in the silence until they had nothing left but this."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-627014429180644295?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/627014429180644295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=627014429180644295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/627014429180644295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/627014429180644295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-went-over-speed-limit-and-caused.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-2443390267255240078</id><published>2007-07-19T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T16:02:55.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, you can hold my hand if you want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Cause I wanna hold yours too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality bites. *ouch*&lt;br /&gt;well, i got what i wanted last time. but do i really want it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning run in the morning! stupid eliza and charlotte, run so fast. instead of having a JOG, like i was supposed to, i had to RUN after them for 5 continous rounds. gahh. on the 3rd round sherry came and joined us! so run, run, run... after 6 rounds i stretched and sat on the basketball court with the rest of the PLs. benny and regina came shortly and we had a little talk, which lasted till assembly started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all so exasperated lah. how long more do we have to be at the receiving end of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after assembly mrs tan talked to us, which made us 15 min late for math class. no one's complaining(: but the talk was pretty..... neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trudged off to class with kaiying and ms yap ignored us when we greeted her lah. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons were pretty... normal. zonked out during math and geog, died during lit, slept during ss and got told off during physics. chinese was so fun, because we sang lao shi a birthday song! we were all wondering why she walked into class so smiley and all, and constance just shouted out "LAOSHI! ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY!" and though it wasn't we all sang a birthday song. its called killing time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlotte dragged me to eat lunch with her and promise she'd treat me to ice cream! but in the end i bought my own mcflurry. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, things are so complicated, but its so.... not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;how long more will it take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a boring post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll be playmates and lovers, and share our secret worlds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-2443390267255240078?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2443390267255240078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=2443390267255240078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2443390267255240078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/2443390267255240078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes-you-can-hold-my-hand-if-you-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-6608727012401691712</id><published>2007-07-16T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T18:23:15.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wouldn't have it any other way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because you make me happy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-6608727012401691712?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/6608727012401691712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=6608727012401691712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/6608727012401691712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/6608727012401691712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-i-wouldnt-have-it-any-other-way.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11025813.post-5562649417910022392</id><published>2007-07-13T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:20:26.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is my cry, my one desire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be where you are Lord, both now and forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's more than a song, its my one desire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to be with you, Jesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its obvious some things are falling apart. needless to say, it was bound to fall apart anyway, sooner or later. but why now, why this time? when everyone is going through so much, and we just happen to... break away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what i'm talking about. maybe it's what God has planned for us. and He'll take us through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on a slightly better note, today was pretty funny(:&lt;br /&gt;morning run: FOS. we did 10 pushups after 8 rounds round the track and got tired.&lt;br /&gt;5 periods of trigonometry: was okay. i didn't pay attention much but i got something out of it&lt;br /&gt;chinese: i have absolutely nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;chemistry: the class was unusually noisy.&lt;br /&gt;PLc meeting/COH: productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAYAKING COURSE TOMORROW(: oh i'm so excited! i just hope the sun comes out during our few hours of kayaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11025813-5562649417910022392?l=sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/5562649417910022392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11025813&amp;postID=5562649417910022392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5562649417910022392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11025813/posts/default/5562649417910022392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-taste.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-my-cry-my-one-desire-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleighAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
