<?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-6045564707824098260</id><updated>2011-12-05T22:16:02.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>444</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-3754470832255860702</id><published>2011-10-17T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T18:35:10.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What it feels like when both your heart and mind collapse, and your body refuses to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like.... stabbing pain. You just can't find anything worthy in yourself. There's no point living in this world because you don't feel important or accomplished. And yet you cannot die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly what I'm feeling right now. The feeling of being stuck in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a student, academics are&amp;nbsp;prioritized. You screw it up, you have not fulfilled your job as a student. The competitiveness of this society pains me, because it constantly reminds me how bad I am in comparison to others. How i always pale down. How I'm always a loser. Add in complains by others because they missed the mark to A , I hit rock bottom since i failed. The fact that i did studied hurts more, because it signifies my lack of intelligence and ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i really, good enough to study here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I live life like a zombie. A zombie that lacks joy, emotions, and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;But life still goes on, because it's not my turn to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-3754470832255860702?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3754470832255860702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=3754470832255860702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/3754470832255860702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/3754470832255860702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-it-feels-like-when-both-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-2556470742117923537</id><published>2011-07-06T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T20:39:41.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my U grade for chemistry today. Never in my life have I felt so incompetent, and stupid. I'm sure I will get 2 more U grades for GP and Econs in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thought itself, sucks. I wouldn't feel this bad if I did not work hard. I'll say I did my best for the revision, and that is exactly where it is tender. How can I do better if I did my best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sadly I didn't get into Exco for my CCA after all the effort I put in. Now I feel drained and used, because I have worked hard and I did my best. And I'm rewarded with.... well, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that isn't where it hurts the most. The fact that I'm deemed as "not as competent as others" pains me. Because it confirms and accentuates the lack of confidence in myself and how I inferior I feel as compared to others all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I survive Term 3? With PW increasing intensity,more schoolwork, more inferiority,and more unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I in a JC?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-2556470742117923537?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2556470742117923537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=2556470742117923537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2556470742117923537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2556470742117923537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-got-my-u-grade-for-chemistry-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-5492239143181626156</id><published>2011-06-24T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T13:06:09.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been so careless with blogging these days. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired. Really tired from school, even though it's the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are not for studying, period. It's for playing and enjoying and taking a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's going to reopen soon, and I have no idea why the holiday blues are so bad. Not just because schoolwork's just a bitch, but also because I realised that, I don't have friends in class. That is pathetically sad when I see my secondary school friends making more friends and JC really becomes more fruitful for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes true I'm just jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's really no choice right? Since I'm put into a class where I can't find anyone really similar and there's no one for me to relate to. Perhaps it's because I'm just a really strange person myself. And even though I tried really hard to fit myself in, it's mostly to no avail. I feel distant, and I don't feel accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thank Sylvia, Jasper, Qing Xiang, GH, Rashid, and Weilin for accompanying me through these hard times. Your presence during recess and lunch really brings a smile to my face. At least there is someone to eat &amp;nbsp;and talk to me. I'm really thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now school's going to reopen soon, I want to believe that it wouldn't be as bad as I thought it would be. I'll bite through everything because you people rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a blasting good time at the SAGE finals. It was an enriching experience, and an honour to witness all the projects. The vigour and passion JC kids have is pretty amazing. The efforts people put in, although they know that all this may amount to nothing. I'll applaud for everyone and myself; we are all winners.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I need to thank my mentor cheng wei! OK even though I know he wouldn't read this, but I really appreciate his help through the 3 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-5492239143181626156?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5492239143181626156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=5492239143181626156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/5492239143181626156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/5492239143181626156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-have-been-so-careless-with-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-6332309939865577390</id><published>2011-05-28T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T06:30:28.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyday I feel... dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just no more joy in whatever I do, and I have become.... a robot? No emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but worry now,because I'm falling back in my studies. I didn't manage to do the tutorials on time. And sometimes even though I tried, nothing comes good out of it since I always leave it blank due to my insect intellect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I always wonder why I am in school facing all these crap, with horrible math teachers and unkind tutors that don't care a hoot about students.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-6332309939865577390?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6332309939865577390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=6332309939865577390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6332309939865577390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6332309939865577390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/05/everyday-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-7625935035389570608</id><published>2011-04-23T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T04:38:40.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 4.32 AM in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why I'm not sleeping yet, because I will tell you now. I slept an average of 17 hours the previous day, because I just didn't have enough the past few weeks. So I took a revenge and slept as much as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I feel like eating Sashimi.&lt;br /&gt;Ok random. But why the hell is Japan pouring their stupid waste water into the sea? It's radiation. There's radiation in the water. If you pour those into the sea, then where can I find Japan sashimi? From which sea? the Atlantic? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life hasn't been good either. In JC, it wouldn't be good anyway. That's a given. Why are some people having so much fun in JC i don't get it! It's like the worst nightmare ever! Plus this is just the 4th month of the year, and the 3rd month ever since school started. It's going to become worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-7625935035389570608?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7625935035389570608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=7625935035389570608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7625935035389570608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7625935035389570608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-7451736793010096323</id><published>2011-04-16T15:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T21:00:44.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School has been horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a lot of difficulty catching up with my work lately, and I'm badly behind tutorials. Yikes, suck my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that stress is not enough, PW is not cutting off some slack in my life recently. After squeezing everything I can for my first piece of PW work- the PI, I actually have people in my group copying-wholesale copying, my ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly just let me touch on the unfairness of such selfishness and disregard. I have to say that most people putted in efforts in their PI. How many people spent sleepless nights just to do this piece of work? I bet 90% of the student population will raise both of their hands in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how fair is it, if you just take someone's PI and copy what he or she wrote, and then claim it to be your own? As everyone spent a huge portion of their time doing their PI, you spent a small portion of yours copying and then completing it in no time. In case you're wondering , no references or acknowledgements were given to me. Not knowing how to do is not a good excuse, because nobody started out knowing how too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if this is not infuriating enough, the confront was met with much defense, the defense of insisting the ideas were already from her long ago, which I find strangely ridiculous. If the ideas were from you, then why did I see "your" ideas in my first draft instead of yours? I even met a bullet-proof cheek- the cheek of asking me to change the sentence structure in her work. Now what? After copying my work, you asked me to do &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; work for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She only apologised after&amp;nbsp;persuasion from other group mates, and promised to change. But when you copy 3/4 of someone's work, to what extent will you change? The honest change- Change EVERYTHING, avoiding my sentence structures and vocabulary. The cheater change- Tweak sentences, use synonyms but retaining my essence.Intelligent people just choose the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your brains for if you copy other people's ideas? Not trying to be offensive, but is this actually some type of &lt;i&gt;culture&lt;/i&gt;? I don't know how many times I've seen companies copying ideas and mass producing products, then selling them at a ridiculously low price. Yes, you can sue. But who are you to do so if you're just a small and insignificant company who don't have the resources to go on a long legal war with a huge company that has Boston lawyers? Just an indignant small fry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I thought a life as a student will be less complex as life as an adult, selfish people have to go all the way to dash all my hopes. Why are people in the world so... selfish? I know I cannot expect everyone to be Jesus because selfishness is instilled in humans, but why do I need to tolerate such dishonestly, such disregard, such not-you-die-then-I-die mindsets in school? Yes, I am not a saint myself, if not I wouldn't be so bothered at "helping" classmates in such strange ways. Actually I didn't even helped her, she just took without my consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this led me to think that... Is it because this is Temasek Junior College? Is it because this is the so-called Top 5 Junior College in Singapore? So people are so concerned about results they just don't give the process a damn. I know this is a fleeting statement, but I just sentimentally feel this way. Very lonely, very sick of people who steal my ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go Meridian now, I want an entirely new environment. At least I have my friends there, and I wouldn't meet people like this and get so... depressed and offended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-7451736793010096323?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7451736793010096323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=7451736793010096323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7451736793010096323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7451736793010096323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/04/school-has-been-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-7367858565749988325</id><published>2011-04-09T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T12:58:03.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thank god that today is finally Saturday. I have so much work to catch up, it's piling up from a molehill to a mountain. Ok that sounds strange but wtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TJC did not do well for PW this year, obtaining only 60% As. Haiz, and they had help from teachers last year. So I bet it's going to be a lot worse this year because the question's more difficult and no help is rendered at all.But too bad, we can only hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my luck for EXCO in my CCA this year, and so did the 11 of my CCA Mates. There are only 8 positions available, so 4 will not be able to go in. But wouldn't it be unfair for the 4? Everyone stayed back everyday to do the work assigned, and in the end you don't give them any positions. It's akin to using people and taking away all their time but not giving them something in the end. Everyone knows how precious time is in JC life.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess every subject is trying its best to drown me with homework and difficult concepts. I don't know how long i can hold on, but I will try. I just hope those talkative ones in the class would stop talking during tutorials because it just reflects badly on us as a class, and not you as a person, especially when our class is not reputable in any positive way already. It's more than just irritating and disturbing to people who want to learn, it's annoying to the teachers who are teaching too. If the math teacher sucks, it's most probably because we didn't give her any respect right? Would you want to teach a class that is talking non-stop? You don't right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop complaining and shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-7367858565749988325?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7367858565749988325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=7367858565749988325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7367858565749988325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7367858565749988325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-thank-god-that-today-is-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-187836817274124364</id><published>2011-04-07T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T01:59:29.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright this is just a really short post, because I still have tons of tutorials to do and I'm dying already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was lucky that school isn't this stressful for me but OMFG, it's coming like a tsunami now. My 2 days tomorrow is occupied by CCA stuff, so means lesser time to do homework and the executive summary. I have no idea when I'm going to meet my mentor but if I didn't complete it before seeing him, my head is so going to roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate studying now. :C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-187836817274124364?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/187836817274124364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=187836817274124364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/187836817274124364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/187836817274124364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/04/alright-this-is-just-really-short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-2527906894697226374</id><published>2011-04-02T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T17:48:45.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just when I thought my weekends will be completely relaxing after mugging&amp;nbsp;continuously from mon-thurs for the PW draft, it got from bad to worse with the excruciating pain-I would rather die 3000 times than suffer that&amp;nbsp;again, or ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a completely stupid decision to remove all 4 teeth at one go, the pain is so bad that no amounts of panadol can ease it even relatively. I am still bleeding up till now, and my pillow was wet with blood last night because there was no way to control it from dripping down except swallowing the blood. I gave up swallowing because every gulp tasted disgusting, like the combination of metal, salt, and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to the dentist today again, for him to put on the metal wires and the rubber that pulls my teeth to it's supposed position. My hand itch from chipping the rubber off, it's hurts even more than plucking out 4 teeth at one go. Yes, take that, it is that painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I subjected myself to so much pain. Having straightened teeth is always an incentive to me, something that I never require or crave for badly in my entire life. I hate myself for succumbing under my mother's pressure, and I hate myself for not standing strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why hurt yourself for beauty that is so insignificant? It's never worth it, to the point that I think people who put on braces willingly has a fried brain.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am wrong, because different people look at things with different perspectives, and they gauge what's important and what's not very subjectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so tired now. So tired of torturing myself for something so unnecessary and useless. So tired of trying to cry to wash off all the pain. So tired of trying to find encouragement from people around but get none of them. So tired of entering the clinic I feel compelled to burn everyday, and then leave the room with more pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much like dying now, and the longest ruler will never be able to measure how much I hate my mother for this.&lt;br /&gt;If you make me choose between pain or death, I'll choose the 2nd option with dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for saying something so negative, but for now, I hope I can close my eyes and never wake up. By then I will be in heaven, skipping on the fluff clouds with joy and relaxation, and most importantly, I'll be pain-free.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am a loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-2527906894697226374?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2527906894697226374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=2527906894697226374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2527906894697226374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2527906894697226374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-when-i-thought-my-weekends-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-1741284627755989654</id><published>2011-04-01T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T18:23:35.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No words can describe how much I hate Peedub, Peedub cannot suck more than this already, I'm crumbling under all the crap-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Mon to thurs doing Peedub, because dumb people just need more time to think. So I sleep in the morning every night, and the days are so freakin' dull because I have no energy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hope I am Edward Cullen, then I would be able to do all my homeworks and tutorials on time. And all the subjects will NOT be this difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can borrow Kristine's brain for a day..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm really tired now, come back later to hear about embarrassment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-1741284627755989654?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1741284627755989654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=1741284627755989654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1741284627755989654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1741284627755989654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-words-can-describe-how-much-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-4211857133046408884</id><published>2011-03-19T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T23:32:37.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PITCH ME AND I'M DEAD.</title><content type='html'>Yes, PITCHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That word alone makes me cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition of pitches-summary used to quickly and simply define a product, service, or organization and its value proposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My definition of pitches- The scariest crap in the entire universe. I rather go pitch a tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 2 hours doing this thing called elevator pitch. What is an elevator pitch? Good question, look at the definition or just consult Uncle Google. And after 2 hours of horrible torture, the idea wasn't even taken in. So I wasted my time, when i can, go fight with kenneth or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's the worst day of my life. I'm supposed to go up and PITCH to people and convince them to buy this egg protector that will protect the egg from a 3-storey fall. Alright I know you think it's freakin' lame but yes it is like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mentor is.....there's no other adjective more apt than frightening. He tapped me in the shoulder for more than 15 times to ask for my pitch, but I don't have it. When it comes to pitches, I'm a complete loser. No ideas, no nothing, just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the other guy from the other group was doing the pitch to him, he sat on the chair, leg-crossed like Steve Jobs(without the cancer of course), and stared at him with a straight face.The only thing that's moving was his mouth, and words like," I'm not interested",and &amp;nbsp;"Boring" came out. I looked back, and the first thing that came into my mind was," SHIT, I HAVE NOTHING"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I made a big screw-up when it's my turn to pitch. But thank god I didn't get comments like I'm lame/shitty/crappy or whatsoever. So i went up there to be the clown of the day," EGG ARE CUTE. EGG ARE PRECIOUS. EGGS ARE SO ADORABLE" was the crappiest line I've ever heard. But it came out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I don't wanna remember anything about it anymore. The lesson learnt today is to know what is marketing before doing it. I only said I'm doing the marketing because I thought it was about designing to protector, but it turned out to be a totally different thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-4211857133046408884?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4211857133046408884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=4211857133046408884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/4211857133046408884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/4211857133046408884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/03/pitch-me-and-im-dead.html' title='PITCH ME AND I&apos;M DEAD.'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-7229649278267142746</id><published>2011-03-17T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T20:48:43.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm typing this with my eyes half-closed now, so spare me if I make any grammar/spelling mistakes, because I don't have energy to check now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am i still blogging even when I'm in this state of condition? Well, the main reason is, I LOVE YOU PEOPLE! If you bother to read my diary, I will bother to type something out for you. Touched anot? You must be. &amp;nbsp;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today my mother brought me to East Coast Park. Yes, again. I thought we were going to go cycle, but in the end we didn't because.... because..... Oh shit, i forget why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY BRAIN? I think all the studying reduced my brain cells to just 2. I think these days they even talk to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain cell 1: Eh go Facebook leh.&lt;br /&gt;Brain cell 2: Huh I need to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;Brain cell 1: C'mon. The radiation won't hit you even if you procrastinate for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Brain cell 2: Very Funny.&lt;br /&gt;Brain cell 1: You chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Brain cell 2: We're the same thing, you are a chicken too.&lt;br /&gt;Brain cell 1: Fine fine I'm a chicken, just go FB now.&lt;br /&gt;Brain cell 2: 10 mins only ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK SORRY i kinda got crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-7229649278267142746?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7229649278267142746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=7229649278267142746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7229649278267142746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7229649278267142746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-typing-this-with-my-eyes-half-closed.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-148975654272368890</id><published>2011-03-15T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:11:01.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>If 2012 is going to happen tell me why I'm studying instead of clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 2012 is going to happen tell me why I'm waking up for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 2012 is going to happen tell me why I still need to put on that horrible-coloured uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 2012 is going to happen tell me why I'm still cutting fruits on my IPad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 2012 is going to happen tell me why I'm so troubled by Gas Laws and tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright with the bombing all over the place and Japan being soak in radiation(probably), I have this sudden feeling that the world's gonna end. That explains the lines above this paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotdog-Frankly this is SO UNFAIR. I'm less than 20, and if the world ends in 2012 then I'm gonna die without fun in my life. I didn't manage to smuggle myself into clubs yet, I haven't seen a bouncer in my entire life, and I haven't go to Korea! &amp;nbsp;How can I just die like that!!!?Huh Huh Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It WILL be depressing to know that you studied so hard to get more money but in the end you cannot get your fruits of labour because the world's sinking like a Titanic. I should be older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma's in a worse mode now. My aunt bought her ticket to Japan few days ago only to hear earthquakes and tsunamis the very next day and then nuclear leakage just yesterday. I hope Japan gets better or else Granny's dream to see those flowers will be shattered. Although I bet that the flowers are most probably washed away by the tsunami or had changed colour because of radiation, I still hope she can make it to Japan since it's what she wants to see, with or without colour change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good day people, hope everyone enjoys their life before 2012 hits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-148975654272368890?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/148975654272368890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=148975654272368890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/148975654272368890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/148975654272368890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/03/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-6243095466240917661</id><published>2011-03-13T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:57:05.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hope this holiday will be productive. This is Sunday already and I didn't manage to complete even one of my piled-up-like-an-ocean tutorial. If it piles up more then I will experience something similar to the Japan Tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sympathize those in Japan, but I can't help thinking that that disaster is damn cool. What's with that photo of a tsunami looking like a tornado? When I see those cars and ships being tossed around like country erasers it's really more fascinating than heart-wrenching. Of course it would be the other way round if the cars were to be replaced to humans. Perhaps a little part of me knows that nature will take it's revenge sooner or later. It's always, like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thankful that I'm not subjected to such horror. Do stay strong Japan, the economy needs you and we need our jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still very troubled by SAGE and i feel really compelled to quit now. How can it be successful when my team mates screw this much? They don't even bother to do anything or turn up for the practices. It's the only chance to discuss. And the rubbish bin idea isn't even near to fresh. To my dismay, I chanced upon a website that shows companies producing bins with advertisements boards nicely done and framed. So this is actually "inspired" by these companies in china? You are making me feel damn cheated man, cheater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-6243095466240917661?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6243095466240917661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=6243095466240917661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6243095466240917661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6243095466240917661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/03/hope-this-holiday-will-be-productive.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-6021515091716263595</id><published>2011-03-12T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T19:18:31.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today went to the SAGE training, and it's quite, fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group members pangseh me. And a 3-man group became a one man show. It's so pathetic. Perhaps longxiang went back to China, but how about that Jiaxin guy seriously? He didn't even notify me about not coming or anything, he just disappear. Is the word disappear correct? I guess not, because he didn't even appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR if this goes on the whole project gonna fail, big fat time. I don't understand why jiaxin join this competition when he doesn't even bother to contribute anything. The least he can contribute is his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz i guess I'm just unlucky to be in this group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-6021515091716263595?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6021515091716263595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=6021515091716263595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6021515091716263595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6021515091716263595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/03/today-went-to-sage-training-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-9107974735071678824</id><published>2011-03-11T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T18:22:22.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me start this post with a TGIH(thank god it's holidays).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of school because i have to wake up early and that is screwing up my bio clock. I HATE HATE HATE waking up for school. Imagine having to pull your tired body screaming "please just one more minute" up from the soft bed and pillows. It's simply torturous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really need to play this holiday because the first day of school will be the start of Project Work. It's famous for screwing up people's lives.So i need some dramas to be more mentally prepared. Not a very good excuse, but still valid right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had a mass lecture in the hall, but what happened actually? I wasn't listening. I only remember the lecturer said something about A*star. So much for a professor from NUS.Oh and remember the girl who kind of "insulted" me a few weeks back? Well, she wrote me an apology letter and gave it to me just now, only that I wasn't even angry anymore. I don't even remember until she reminded me about it again. Wow wow my class is a stalker man. Is that some superb skills or some inborn talent and flair? Anyway she wrote to me because she read my blog ( somehow, i have no idea how), but i assured her I'm not unhappy anymore, because I'm never someone who bears grudges at others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I met Liting and Huijie at bedok point. Now i discovered that VJC people are considered as royalty. Temasek people pathetically waited for them outside bedok point like a wet dog and beggar. You can never imagine how saddening we looked. It felt like I'm waiting for my girlfriend who just quarreled with me the day before and I have to wait one hour plus today as a punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liting tells me her mum's is a fan of my blog. LOL? I was so shocked when i hear that, because my blog isn't all that interesting what. So if you're reading, HELLO! And thanks for being interested!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-9107974735071678824?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/9107974735071678824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=9107974735071678824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/9107974735071678824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/9107974735071678824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/03/let-me-start-this-post-with-tgihthank.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-1848525402534061926</id><published>2011-03-10T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:41:33.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz i hate redox. why all my answers wrong one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's school again, thank god it's a really short day. So well had lectures and tutorials again blah blah blah, and then did some homework with Jasper and his best friend Darren in the library. Only it turned out I didn't do a lot of my homework because i deviated, a lot. Darren's in the same CCA as me, so I know him a little. He's joining SAGE too, but he's not in my group. What a lucky bitch, my group sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're starting on their project already, and I still don't have any idea where's mine going. My teammate from China say he can do things in China because he has his contacts, but when I suggested what we can do, he rejected all my ideas and say this doesn't work in China. That doesn't work in China. All these don't work in China. Wow I'm going to die already.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm trying to think of a completely new idea, but it's difficult because I'm already so invested in his idea I branched out so much already. It sucks to see all my braincells getting killed for nothing. Now I'm thinking of selling customized shoes but we already have that in Singapore. I need more inspirations. Grrr at my group, why aren't they sharing my anxiety?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-1848525402534061926?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1848525402534061926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=1848525402534061926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1848525402534061926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1848525402534061926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/03/haiz-i-hate-redox.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-8563756602206232948</id><published>2011-03-09T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T19:29:13.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear with everything, joining SAGE as a competition is perhaps the most regretful decision in my life. It's like PW. As if PW is not crappy enough, SAGE is one that is full of bullshit, especially when both of my teammates are China guys. One is so stubborn he insists on everything he says, while the other is so dead that he doesn't contribute anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG my team mate insisted to carry out HIS idea in China but how the hell am i going to carry this thing out all the way over there??? The only thing I know about China is that it's huge, has a tourist attraction made of bricks called Great Wall of China, and that the people there kinda like studying in Singapore. So he said he's doing everything, but the way he suggested means no profit earned and that defeats the purpose. He actually said we can just lie and claim that we earned something but the money will go to the so-called sponsors, so i violently object.If the SAGE commitee find out we cheat( we have to earn profits) I'm going to be branded into some liar for the rest of my life. Fine I admit that I do lie but being branded is a different thing altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they're starting another topic in physics, but i still don't know what the previous topic is going on. But I'm as tired as a dead dog now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-8563756602206232948?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8563756602206232948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=8563756602206232948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/8563756602206232948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/8563756602206232948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-swear-with-everything-joining-sage-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-7877774790983953590</id><published>2011-03-06T13:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T13:20:48.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to SMU for some SAGE training programme, but it only turned out to be some bonding session with other competitors. I was actually quite unhappy because i&amp;nbsp;sacrificed my mug&amp;nbsp;econs time for this and it turned out to be nothing productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it turned out to be quite fun i guess. More than half of the group went off halfway through the bonding session and only 3 girls were left. Both of the members are from SAJC and they're quite nice. I even had the chance to be a leader due to the pathetic size of our group and I found out I'm so not leader material. Totally fumbled here and there like a monkey heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I'm supposed to say one special thing about myself so I said "I watch korean dramas" and "I hate local production" because the ball was thrown to me twice. Then secondly I have to say one true and false thing about myself so i said," I love animals" and "I laugh when people fall down". When i said about laughing at people falling down everyone started calling me a sadist. Eh why huh? I thought it's natural to laugh when someone falls down in front of you. It just comes out really naturally! Guess noone's being honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we're supposed to give our teammates a word out of many to describe his or her characteristics and i got charismatic and&amp;nbsp;tenacious. I was so shocked when i see charismatic. I have never hear people call me that in my life. When i talk people most probably think I'm talking shit and switch off automatically. If someone listens means he or she is doing it out of respect.&lt;br /&gt;And tenacious is what? I just checked the dictionary and i think it means stubborn.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that marks the end of my saturday. And i haven't even started studying econs yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I hate my phy teacher. teach like da bian seriously. Frankly i find JC teachers not as willing to teach as those in Ngee Ann you know? In Ngee ann teachers are most willing to answer your questions with a lot of patience but over here tutors actually say things like," why are you asking so many questions? This is different from your Secondary school." Of course that sentence is not directed to me, i know better than ask those teachers stupid questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-7877774790983953590?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7877774790983953590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=7877774790983953590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7877774790983953590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7877774790983953590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/03/yesterday-went-to-smu-for-some-sage.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-6367506648260520022</id><published>2011-03-01T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T19:57:47.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Totally having second thoughts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC life seems too much for me to bear, it's painful. Economics is driving me to a corner, i think I'm just too stupid. Everything is so complicating in this subject even when it's just the first chapter y,know? The most infuriating thing is everyone seems to love it, and they can actually do the homework, while i come to class with either blanks or one or two questions answered/partially answered. Today the econs teacher called me up to present the answers, and you can totally see how dumb i looked. I took a classmate's work and went up to be the clown of the day. Only that nobody clapped. Guess the teacher gonna hate me if he realises the difference in the handwriting when he goes through the essay test next week. Oh he already do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies are getting harder to cope, i even failed my GP essay with a whopping 21/50.friends have started to drift away. The poly route is shining in it's gleam, calling me to go over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to determination and resilience, i have none of them left, sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-6367506648260520022?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6367506648260520022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=6367506648260520022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6367506648260520022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6367506648260520022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/03/totally-having-second-thoughts-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-3636541801383894318</id><published>2011-02-25T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T19:13:12.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you know, school is pretty hectic now. Tutorials stream in like tsunami, and sometimes they can be as difficult as a bitch. Lectures make me freakin' sleepy, everytime i attend a lecture I have to battle with my eyelids. Econs lecture is the worst, I guess I'm just not cut for some big business, coz economy stuff just don't click in my head like how it should .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was late. I left my water bottle on the bus and I took the subsequent bus to get it back, but when i reached the station, my bottle was no longer on the bus anymore. So i made a trip there for... nothing, Zzz. Then i had to wait a great deal of time for the bus to school, so i ended up reaching school late for the 2nd time this term. If I'm late another time I'm going to be best friends with detention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have chase for that dumb water bottle. Now this is 4th time i lost my bottle, FML. And i actually love this bottle, for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot be late for the next 2 weeks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like my teachers in this school, because they don't look as helpful as teachers in Ngee Ann. When the math teacher walked around and called us to shoot questions, I asked her how to find some values on the graph, and she just left giving me vague answers,like,"Just press the 2nd function lah."&lt;br /&gt;My physics teacher is never as patient as Mr Alvin Tan. During tutorials if you're not those kind of people who click the first time, who is unfortunately me anyway, you will need to put up with some massive temper. Because the stupid me went to ask the teacher something about uncertainty today, and he brushed me off with " I don't understand what you're asking about. My workings totally made full sense.",accompanied with an irritated tone. So I just walked away saying," Nevermind." I don't dare to ask him anymore, he sounded like he will pull out all my hair.&lt;br /&gt;At least Mr Alvin Tan don't flare up at me, and makes sure I understand his explanations. My new teacher don't care 2 hoots about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-3636541801383894318?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3636541801383894318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=3636541801383894318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/3636541801383894318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/3636541801383894318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-you-know-school-is-pretty-hectic-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-1137249056685768632</id><published>2011-02-13T18:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:31:36.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All the playing ended last friday, and it's officially work life. If you call a drama queen study and mug her lecture notes, she's going to become suicidal after Day 1. Thank god i didn't take biology, biology looks so much like isomers and molecules just looks.. complicated. I can't even pronounce those biology words. Biology words just registers in my brain as " blah blah blah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So few days ago i flipped open my econs lecture notes, and i gave up at the 2nd page. CHIM-.- which sane person studies this kind of thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of school i have to delay drama-watching, and that alone is pissing me off. Where people get time to write drama recaps when they have jobs? I have to give up subbing the lastest 2 episodes of Athena because I'm too tired from school I nearly died!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to make friends all over again. It seems so hard to start all over again in an unfamiliar place, but I know I will be able to adapt soon enough, although I look nothing like Kim Tae Hee and lies in "unpopular" on the popularity scale.&lt;br /&gt;If I move on.. I feel bad, I feel that I abandoned all my secondary school best friends like Dorcas, Yiren, Liting, Huijie and those in the same JC but different classes. It's not like we cannot catch up and meet each other for lunch or dinner anymore, it's just.... we will definitely drift apart, even if we have those food meetings often. Because there isn't anything common to talk about, and there isn't anything we experience together anymore. Communicating with each other becomes inconvenient and awkward, coz we make more new best friends we forget about the old ones. That thought alone is frightening. I cannot imagine a day when I forget how Dorcas calls me "PoPo" all the time, and forget how Jasper suans me whenever he gets the chance.I'm afraid I will not miss them and lose all my attachments with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if one day I walk past the canteen and see GH, but all I do is wave and smile at him? Maybe I won't even bother and pretend not to see him. What if I don't go "Fuck you Janet" when I do that because I don't feel guilty at all???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought friends are seasonal. They come and go like seasons, and are affected by physical factors like convenience. For Eg. I stick to Michelle during orientation like she's my best friend, but i lose contact with her after orientation because she's not beside me always anymore. She don't even talk to me in FB like how we used to during orientation now. I always thought friends are like that, there's no need for me to go," OMG I miss them like crazy" because they will move on,like what I will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, i find myself having difficulty letting go. The thought of forgetting my friends and not being close with them anymore cuts my heart. Maybe you can still talk to your secondary school friend now, but are you sure you can still do that next year? What will you talk about? The difference between you and your friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-1137249056685768632?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1137249056685768632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=1137249056685768632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1137249056685768632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1137249056685768632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-playing-ended-last-friday-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-405383157685230611</id><published>2011-02-07T22:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T22:59:25.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHORT DRAMA REVIEWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Since holidays are coming to an end, actually it already ended but whatever, I'm going to do a count of the dramas I watched this holiday. The number here may not be accurate because the days are quite long and I actually watched a lot, so I'm only writing what I remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Ready? Get set, let's start! Please note that the numbers given below are not how good the drama is objectively, it just tells you how much I enjoyed it. So take it with tons of salt, coz I'm a biased person and my numbers tend to shoot all the way up when I see hot male leads. Can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;1) IRIS (7/10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DOc15VdQ-Ro/TVfhX9r5y3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/0fr5JZaIilk/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DOc15VdQ-Ro/TVfhX9r5y3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/0fr5JZaIilk/s400/Untitled.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I like this drama, because this is the first action-packed Korean drama I came across and it felt fresh and interesting. I'm a sucker for action-romance genre! The pretty cast is a plus point, and I totally fell in love with Lee Byung Hun over here. The plot is actually quite serious, so if you are only into rom-com, do not touch this. You will cry seeing all the bloodshed and betrayal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;2) You're Beautiful (9/10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I started this without any expectations, I didn't even know Jang Guen Suk is inside. It's good that the cast came from various bands in K-pop world, so this drama actually managed to fish out some great and catchy soundtracks to compliment the plot, bringing the enjoyment to a new dimension. This drama is actually a product from the Hong Sisters, the branded scriptwriters in K dramaland if you have totally no idea. I'm actually a big fan of their rom-com scripts, because they always add raw humor in the episodes and I really like how they poke fun at those over-used storylines. There was so much cute in this drama I almost died laughing, all the once overused plots sprung to life with the Hong Sisters creativity. Jang Guen Suk performance is excellent, very good characterization and I will never forget his mouth (the lip curl) and his eyeliner which I used to think was the most disgusting makeup ever. LOL.Confession: I actually watched this thrice and I still have it's OST in my MP3 player, which I listen religiously everyday. So now you get how much I love this drama. But the angst created in the last few episodes isn't convincing enough for me to cry over, so I'm gonna give this a 9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;3) My girlfriend is a Gumiho (10/10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Another product by the Hong Sisters, with a lot of cute and angst that made me cry buckets. The angst was built up so well I cried the hell out of me in the last episode. I don't dare to watch this again, there's too much heartache and stress I nearly died watching it the first round. But that doesn't mean it isn't good, it's because it's too good for me to bear. Good story development and pretty cast. A must-watch if you're searching for touching plots.I'm gonna give this a 10 because even if it's a fan-rom-com, it is a lot of logic and I can understand things within a split second, unlike, ahem, Secret Garden, which totally fried my brain AND after that I still can't connect the dots together, soo sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;4) Fantasy Couple (6/10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I don't remember much about this, but this is another Hong sisters product. I don't think I like this as much as their other scripts, probably because the cast didn't look pretty enough for me to love. When I can't love the characters, I can't love the drama, sorry. This drama is from 2005, so basically I can't find any HD versions. Of course, no HD means the resolution sucks and every episode was pure torture to my eyes. Alright I sound so shallow judging the drama with these factors, so I'm going to give some praises to the script. The plot is about a rich woman who acts like a big bully, finding faults in everything and demanding all to be perfect. Then she loses her memory in an accident, and was brought home by the male lead to do housework in his house. So after that she regains her memory and finally understand how difficult housework is (YES DAMN HARD). We see very meaningful development in the storyline. Good-paced, funny and with heart. Worth a watch, ONLY if there is HD version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;5) Oh! my lady(4/10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I have to admit that I only watched this because of Choi Si won, my secret Super Junior love, though not that secret anymore. We see the old lame storyline over here. Superstar suddenly lands himself into the father category, and a 30 year old ahjumma moves in to his house to take care of this child. But again, it's all about execution, lame stories can be fun and interesting with creativity and flawless directing. The story between the Father and Daughter was really touching, we can totally see changes in this man-from a loser to a responsible father willing to do everything for the benefit of his daughter. However, I find that there should be more development between this Daddy and that Ahjumma. Chemistry was lacking between them, probably because she looked more like a maid than someone who will have a relationship with her employer. I'm pissed that they suddenly wrapped up the story with them liking each other and being together, when we totally cannot see the in-love process between them,making the wrap up super unconvincing. It's so sad that I have to agree with other reviews that we should change the title to "Oh my Daddy!", coz everything else is meaningless other than Siwon's character development.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;6) Autumn Concerto (8/10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;A taiwan drama that caused much buzz over there in it's peak, I'm sure many watched it because I saw it being broadcasted in Channel U. Frankly, I don't get the buzz over this drama. Don't misunderstand, it's good, but not that good. Vaness's body was something for me to swoon over, but plot-wise, it didn't touch me that much. The story was actually quite expected and common, and no suspense was actually created. I can pretty much guess what is going to happen next, and predict the I'm-going-to-sacrifice-for-you-because-I-love-you too-much plot. But Vaness was just so cute over here, I just need to watch it. Although I have to agree that his face does looks a little distorted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;7) Mary stayed out all night(1/10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Ha. Haha. Hahaha.I'm really pissed when I talk about this. Everything was cute with Jang Guen Suk (JGS) getting jealous in the first few episodes, until the scriptwriter got slamdunk-ed by lightning and started writing retarded and crazy plots. I mean seriously, WTF is the kidnap scene doing over here? Do you seriously think kidnapping him will bring him out of her life? Too bad the writer squeezed ear plugs into her dirty ears and ignored how the viewers responded and continued with plots that shine with more idiocy. Look, this is what happens when you give us shit. -.- A drama that makes ZERO sense and can't get any stupider from ep13.What a waste of JGS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;8) The woman who wants to marry (1/10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm just not a fan of this type of dramas, with old woman whining about yet again troubles of not getting married blah blah blah. I'm a teenager and I need pretty people, not old noisy ahjummas. I can't talk much about this drama because I watched forwarding every 5 seconds and only stopping to watch when Kim Bum got on screen. At some point I hoped there's something else in this drama, something that can stop me from clicking either FF&amp;gt;&amp;gt; or FF&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; and finally press PLAY.But no, almost all the scenes featured 3 woman talking around a table, and when I saw that same old scene in the same old place again, I didn't even bother to find out if their conversations were insightful or stupid, because it just looked unappetizing by itself. If they change it to 3 cute dudes with great bodies I may give some second thoughts. In EP 9 Kim Bum dyed his hair grey, and I immediately jumped off the ship coz I rather die than see him in that hair. Yes, very shallow, because he did that to be compatible to his old girlfriend. But, romantic or not, grey hair was still too much for me to stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;9) Wish Upon A star (7/10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Good drama to watch with super cute children that always makes my day. Plus the leads are pretty together, especially the male lead. They are really evil, they make him run 20 kilometers and soak him in sweat, then put him in the shower half-naked to make me go GAGA and forget my name. Plot wise, this drama is intelligent in a way, very realistic and touching when we see a sister slog her life away for her siblings. Too bad they added the stupid storyline about birth secrets, which is damn lame. Very weak and retarded second leads too, plain irritating, sometimes I just wanna kill them because they are just too extra.Especially the second male lead, I can't find any character consistency in him and I never manage to fathom most of his actions. His appearance made me scratch my head so many times, my hair fall got serious. Last episode left the deepest impression on me, I can NEVER forget how it successfully dashed my hopes with that stupid kidnap scene that lasted not more than 5 mins. That kidnap scene has NO meaning,NO heart,NO Nothing- only managed to make me raise my eyebrows and give that WTF look.Still, worth a watch for the children and Mr Hot Body, because things only begin to suck in the last episode. If you watched this drama, do you feel that it is ridiculous for a man to stand up and do power kicks after he got run over by a car immediately?Don't even need hospitalization or any treatment, whereas most other dramas feature internal bleeding/coma/nose break/death/memory loss. Maybe it's the brand of the car, if you want to kill someone, buy F1 or Lamborghini, it's foolproof. Sarcasm aside, watch this drama for the character development of the leads. From useless to useful, playgirl to mother,loser to winner, the female lead is someone I've grown to care and admire. For the male lead, watch him turn from an iceberg to a hotpan that makes beef sizzle. Can he just cook them with his choco-abs?Sorry, I'm just a little hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;10) Secret Garden (9/10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WWhlhIFrxQs/TVfxdtvjpoI/AAAAAAAAARU/uTmMhdaMSlU/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="93" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WWhlhIFrxQs/TVfxdtvjpoI/AAAAAAAAARU/uTmMhdaMSlU/s400/Untitled.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Talking about this drama makes me a little embarrassed. Because of SG, I threw away this life motto-NO SPOILERS-without even looking back and camped at SG Soompi forum everyday. This was the only way to survive when they just air 2 episodes a week. I JUST LOVE HYUN BIN IN THIS ONE. His performance was so good that I'm still in SG FEVER one month after the broadcast ended. Although I really hate the plot for ending things this way, I am willing to forgive it for the sake of Hyun Bin. But I have to say it to be objective, I'm disappointed that this drama cheated my feelings by emphasizing how important the soul-switch factor is with all the marketing, then in the end dismiss it as something not as essential. You may be defensive and say things like, oh, it made them realize how much they love each other/understand each other's difficulties, but that isn't convincing because they didn't exactly show those to us in the episodes.Looking at how they resolve things after creating all the angst made me barf. There are also a lot of scenes in the drama I don't understand, maybe because I'm too dense, but I find myself reading bulletfast soompi forums to&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;try&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;to understand things better. That's the effect of SG Fever, I even started subbing dramas because I want people to watch Secret Garden and laugh at its quirky dialogues. However, I prefer dramas that don't kill my braincells, especially when I have so little of them left. There are some parts I still don't understand even after I read how fans explained the matters. BUT BUT BUT, YOU still HAVE TO WATCH SECRET GARDEN. The chemistry is sizzling between the lead actors and watching them together makes my heart go Thump thump, thump thump!!!Confusion aside, this is an eye-candy, and I'm not just talking about the actors.The scenery, the OST and the directing is COOL. I was diagnosed with Se-Ga Fever, and was charmed by it's charm. Oh wait, on second thoughts, I am still in SG fever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;11) Delightful Girl Chun-Hyang (6.5/10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;This is a thumbs-up if I watch it in 2005, but not now. It's a pity that some dramas I watched recently copied some of DGCH's good plotlines, which I have to side DGCH and say that it's not their fault that someone else copied them. But again, I didn't fall in love with the leads, and second leads are again over clingy and too irritating. You can be clingy for 5 episodes but if you're still doing that at the 16th episode, you should just get a life. The plot was overall fast paced, but it did drag from ep 7-9, which bore me to dead. Advice to male lead-Taper your pants, they look like long boxers with holes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;12) Goong S (0/10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Goong left a good impression on me, so I decided to give Goong S a go. It was the most regretful decision in my life, because se7en is mad fugly with his pathetic swollen mouth and ALL the actors can't act. It got worse when the plot proceeds so slowly for 10 eps straight, I nearly fell asleep. I gave up at ep 11. Now I'm demanding my hours back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;13) Sungkyunkwan Scandal (4/10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;There was a lot of buzz when this drama was broadcasted in korea, the attention it got was frightening. I gave up at ep 11, because saguek just isn't my thing and those costumes are really.. ugly.A plus point, there are touching developments between the boys in this drama, and the friendship created between them is what made me continue to ep11. It's sad that I have so little tolerance for saguek talks, big hair, and fish-net hats. But since so many people love it, you may want to give it a try if you have nothing against sagueks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;14) Brilliant Legacy (6.5/10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Again, I started this with a lot of expectations, because some of my friends were so head over heels over this drama I became curious about it's charm. And boy, it did have charm. It has all the things I love and hate: Beautiful production,Modern Cinderella story, immature third-generation chaebol turning into someone with both heart and soul, and, stinky old storyline revolving stepmothers. When I first saw the bad hair on this woman's head, I just knew it, she's going to make Cinderella work her butt off and torture her again. What made me carry on was this Cinderella's emotional strength, her will to live on despite pain is amazing, I look up to her like God. She was my role model for goodness sake. However, this drama drags all the way to 28 episodes, which I find a little too... naggy. This drama would be better of if it's more fast-paced and cute. There's really too little fun moments in here, which made it a tad too dull and serious for me to enjoy, because when I watch romance, I prefer it to come with a lot of cute and comedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;15) My Princess ( Ongoing)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;The plot over here progress too slowly, but there is so much cute in this drama I just need to continue. Not to say that the two leads are overly pretty together and I really like Park Hae Young. Gosh his eyelashes really electrify me. Sometimes I pause to stare at his eyes a few more seconds, like a pervert. Did I talk about Hae Young's eyelashes? I did right? Sorry I got crazy all over again I just forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;The first few episodes are rather slow and boring, with just enough cute to keep me going. But slowly it gained momentum, and I actually find myself looking forward to this drama every week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;16) Athena: Goddess of War(ongoing)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Another drama produced like IRIS. Huge budget to fly over numerous countries to film, pretty cast, and of course, a lot of action. If you are watching Athena right now, then you may need to thank me, because I am subbing this drama as a translator. If I'm not there, then you may be staring at these good-looking people and wondering if they're from Planet Athena speaking Athena language. And yes, to me, they really are Athenians-a totally different species. So don't ask questions like," Why can't they act like civilised people and talk it out instead of fighting and shooting all the time?" or "Why are all the people so pretty when there are clearly ugly people in the world?" because they just make your brain hurts. Just shut up, accept that they are different from us, and enjoy. To be continued. I need to watch the lastest 2 episodes first before I can write something more accurate. I hope it won't make me regret calling people to ignore the loopholes and flaws.&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/6045564707824098260-405383157685230611?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/405383157685230611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=405383157685230611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/405383157685230611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/405383157685230611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/02/short-drama-reviews.html' title='SHORT DRAMA REVIEWS'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DOc15VdQ-Ro/TVfhX9r5y3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/0fr5JZaIilk/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-5741926414924472770</id><published>2011-01-27T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T21:05:30.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New college-TJC</title><content type='html'>I walked into the gates of TJC this morning, feeling a little sad. Well i haven't remove the holiday mood in me, and frankly, i don't really like this school. I don't know why, perhaps I just have an attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach was churning the whole morning. You know those type of pain that makes your goosebumps stand up? That kind of pain. So I skipped the whole talk about english and math and spent all the time in the toilet fighting constipation. What a shitter early in the morning and on the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't participate actively mainly because of the pain, and i can feel my face turning green LMAO. I think i asked michelle 3 times if my face is green coloured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the OGs in TJC are really passionate and...... loud. Once i stepped into the auditorium i heard people screaming like they were too high on alcohol. But they were having so much fun and I guess the whole JC1 cohort felt extra because god knows what they are screaming about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the algae-coloured uniform today, and i think there's a serious problem with the auntie's measuring tape. My skirt nearly fall off when i wear it, and the sleeves of my shirt reached my elbow.It's either I'm pregnant or I'm wearing my brother's old uniform. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's school tomorrow AGAIN. i don't remember dreading school so much in primary school. Hope everything goes well tomorrow, and I wish I can successfully force myself to get high in that Fever cheer.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: WHY THE FUCK MUST I GO TO SCHOOL ON SAT??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-5741926414924472770?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5741926414924472770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=5741926414924472770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/5741926414924472770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/5741926414924472770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-college-tjc.html' title='New college-TJC'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-8039920161436982596</id><published>2011-01-25T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:33:49.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a teeth terror appointment on Monday. Shit doctor seriously. He shifted the appointment from 10.30am to 10am. I am internally cursing him for that already because i slept at 6 am in the morning and him shifting the appointment to an earlier time is not helping. I wanna sleep C'mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's the BEST thing? He made me wait until 10.20AM.&lt;br /&gt;OK I know i am really grumpy but really when you sleep only 3 hours this is what happens. Him making me wait for another 20 mins really snapped all the patience I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked if i have been eating any sweet things recently-the same old question he asks every appointment-and i said I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Actually i had a bar of chocolate the night before but he actually believed what i said. HAHA, I didn't know I'm such a good liar. I know I'm sinning but my mum's there, if I admit that I ate a bar last night( not half a bar, a bar!!) she's going to pull out all my hair. And i need my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor put some rubber thingie into my molars, saying that they will hurt a little that night. WTF, I'm going to make him eat his left foot the next appointment. It hurts like a bitch. And what that night? It's been 34 hours &amp;nbsp;and it's still painful, god damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it feels like someone just punch me in the teeth. I think it's more painful than pulling out teeth. When you pull out teeth it is painful for a while but when the bleeding stops and it heals it won't hurt anymore. But you know what's happening in me? The rubber is stuck over here and i can't even feel that something is healing. I have zero hopes that it will get better. That feeling sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked siying and she actually said she didn't feel anything when the rubber's in the mouth. WTF, what kind of world is this? Why am i the only one suffering from the pain? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which sane person will put on braces with this kind of pain huh?? If my mother didn't force me to be a metal mouth i would kick the doctor in the shins and run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess when i really put on braces this sat, i need to jump down from the building Jasper research for me. What is it? Hell i don't remember. I think i'll just go to the highest floor upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why do i need to suffer from all this shit, why do i have to put on that stinky metal before CNY? &amp;nbsp;Means i cannot eat pineapple tarts already. Feel like screaming the F word, i need pineapple tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My evil mother says it's better i put before chinese new year so i cannot eat all the sweet stuff when i see them. Then the doctor actually laughed. LAUGHED. My knuckles are getting itchy suddenly. What can i say when she's paying for the thing?? One of our rules is this- Who pays who call the shots. So unfair right? Coz she's always the one who pays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the drama I'm watching now is so BORING. AND None of Hyun Bin's interviews are subbed, so I can't watch them. So angry all my horns coming out already!! So sad that school's starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to name this year- Bad luck with metal 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a little part of me still hopes that things turn for the better, and I really hope i won't engage in so much pain. Miracles do happen, don't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-8039920161436982596?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8039920161436982596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=8039920161436982596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/8039920161436982596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/8039920161436982596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/01/had-teeth-terror-appointment-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-6118696426418079999</id><published>2011-01-23T02:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T14:30:49.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just removed my previous post because I'm really scared someone close reads this.If this goes any way near Granny's ears there gonna be major flood+5.5 earthquake. Then I'm going to get scolded for life by my relatives and my mother and get slapped for being ungrateful or unfilial or whatever blah blah they can make out of. I still remember once i glared at her because I heard her talking bad about my older brother on the phone and she actually ran to my aunt's house like a poor victim. What a big hoo-ha she caused that time, it's just a little dispute c'mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this blog isn't popular or anything and will never be read by more than one cousin but it's still the internet so better to be safe than sorry. Especially when broadcasting abilities runs in my entire family bloodline. It gets better when it's gossip out of goodwill. Blech. Sorry, I just choke on a sugarcane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright sorry about complaining about that again. Just thank god that i didn't tell all my cousins that i have a blog.my attempts to hide when I'm blogging near them really did pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to Parkway Parade to get some air from cooping too much at home and i met Rashid to have lunch together. I actually promised myself something damn good to pamper myself after all the frustration the other day but i ended up with Beef and rice on a sizzling hotplate for lunch, how disappointing. It wasn't so bad that it could not be swallowed, but let me add that the beef is so dry and the rice at the bottom of the hotplate is so cooked that it actually looked like beehives,my goosebumps stood and remained there for the rest of the day when i thought about it. Oh and the soup looked like the water used for washing socks and panties and it didn't taste any better. I'm amazed that Rashid poured the soup into his rice to get rid of the dryness but the colour was just pathetic i cringed when i tried to convince myself it's drinkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he accompanied me to Giant to get my Crunchie bars, thanks! After that he got his drink from Jollibean, some mocha thingie that cost quite some money. I haven't taste mocha my whole life, but it sounds like coffee. Call me dense if i'm wrong, because this girl over here is never a fan of caffeine, she goes for Lipton tea. On the side note, I am so disappointed at myself for not liking Soybean. My friends love them, they even eat soybean ice-cream, for god's sake. I don't hate them, but i will never drink them unless i get deprive of water. &amp;nbsp;I should love Soybean though, it looks so white and pure and healthy. I need a lot of healthy stuff to compensate the exercise-deprived body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WTF why hasn't my mother buy CNY goodies? I can compromise and forget about Bakwa but PLEASE give me the pineapple tarts and love letter. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. Even if I die from cough I must eat them. So pretty mother, instead of buying useless rubberband aka abalone can you just buy those stuff? I would appreciate it if I have a few candies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops i didn't realise I came this far, actually this post is here just to thank Rashid for accompanying me today, but i ended up crapping about myself and my dearest estranged relatives. SORRY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-6118696426418079999?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6118696426418079999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=6118696426418079999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6118696426418079999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6118696426418079999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-just-removed-my-previous-post-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-2271291880769772114</id><published>2011-01-18T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T00:15:27.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secret garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Now that this drama has end, I'm going to take baby steps away from it and enjoy the next great one. Nevertheless, Secret Garden is a good companion this whole holiday. It was a good drama to look forward to and I'm really glad that it made my weekends glitter in full light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;I love how this writer writes, how she created Kim Joo Won, and how she makes mundane dialogues sparkle. Almost every sentence is quirky and funny. But there are some disappointing parts too. Somehow i feel that the writer "wasted" the body-swap element. I hope that these loose ends were tied in the last ep, but it didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;What is the point of the body-swap? Why is the father creating this miracle?And why did he lose his memory all of a sudden? There isn't any explanations. I wouldn't mind if it is a stupid reason, because this is what a fantasy comedy is all about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Towards the last parts of the drama i became confused, i wanted to know why is all this happening even though i still enjoy the chemistry between the characters. But it turned out the body-swap was just an add-on, not an important part of the drama. And so i am disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;But i still enjoyed it!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-2271291880769772114?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2271291880769772114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=2271291880769772114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2271291880769772114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2271291880769772114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/01/secret-garden.html' title='secret garden'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-5989917427386871627</id><published>2011-01-07T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T19:26:20.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been like 3000 years ever since i blogged OMG. But chicken-frankly there isn't any much thing to talk about anyway for an anti-social like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been good i think. I immersed myself into drama-ing and i don't find it that boring like how most of the people do. When I'm alone i hardly get lonely, unlike most people. It's those moments that i feel most relaxed, when i don't really need to care about how i look or what i say. Now I'm having a huge hideous strawberry pin on my head and I'm lying on the bed unglam-ly watching dramas. But nobody sees and nobody cares. It feels fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to survive when school starts. My life is so relaxed now I don't think i can switch back to mugging mood forever. And taking back results in a few days time! Zzzz i know i won't do well one but I'm trying my very best to console myself that this is not the end, although i will still feel demoralised if i did badly. But whatever for now, let me enjoy my last moments of bliss with my dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm watching Secret Garden. One of the best dramas in 2010. Very funny m'god. I don't know why so many people cried from ep2 onwards when it is so ridiculous and funny. I was laughing all the way HAHA! If you see how that cute Hyun Bin act gay you will die from laughter! I was googling him a while ago and i found out he actually acted in My lovely samsoon! That was my favourite drama when i was in P5!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of people who speculates a sad ending. If it's really a sad ending someone better hide all the sharp things at home or I'm going to start stabbing this computer. But usually sad ending gives the strongest impression. Like how i now still remember the storyline of stairway to heaven. But still i don't want to cry because i don't want to hide and watch dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please someone watch secret garden then you and i can talk about it together. I'm so lonely here myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-5989917427386871627?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5989917427386871627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=5989917427386871627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/5989917427386871627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/5989917427386871627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-like-3000-years-ever-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-8848677683026690920</id><published>2010-12-23T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:28:52.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mundane holidays!</title><content type='html'>Holidays have been "busy" with dramas,work, and shopping with my never-tired cousin. How can someone have so much vibe in shopping, i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so fast,but the year is ending already! I didn't even noticed that until a few days ago. Haiz, the thought of working on christmas eve and christmas with no extra pay sucks. I always feel like quitting the job, it makes me feel inferior especially when i'm not naturally talented in the service industry. But the subject often cause quarrels with my mother, and i always give in for peace. I rather die than suffer another ear trashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relatives came to house just a while ago. And kenneth is being a tad too hyperactive and a thousand times more irritating. I'm leaving house soon, so see you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-8848677683026690920?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8848677683026690920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=8848677683026690920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/8848677683026690920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/8848677683026690920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-mundane-holidays.html' title='My mundane holidays!'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-2817522391160560164</id><published>2010-11-29T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:10:22.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished You're Beautiful and i love it!! The OST is perfect and it matches the scenes really well. Although it's just a short 16-episodes drama it managed to provide all the sweetness, just like sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially love aggressive male characters that suddenly pull the females and give them tight hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm really lazy because I have already immersed myself and accomodated into my couch potato lifestyle. Finding a job is just a SIAN thing at the moment. I am not&amp;nbsp;even puting any effort into the job hunting. Dramas are much more fun and entertaining......&lt;br /&gt;So my mother is pissed at me. She is unhappy that I only watch dramas everyday and forget all about the job hunting. But hello this is holiday and&amp;nbsp;I have only played like 2 weeks??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus there isn't anything much to play outside.You look at sentosa you will know what I'm talking about. Singapore is just BORING, period.&lt;br /&gt;I have also grown out of Wild Wild Wet and Escape Theme Park.(although the last time i went there was donkey years ago). It is not fun anymore for such an unactive person like me.Weather is also freakin' bad- either too hot or rain.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the best thing? &lt;br /&gt;Watch Drama. Stay at home. Be a potato. Then grow fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-2817522391160560164?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2817522391160560164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=2817522391160560164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2817522391160560164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2817522391160560164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-just-finished-youre-beautiful-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-6732304930462249149</id><published>2010-11-24T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:31:52.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i returned all of the sleep debt. I slept throughout the day because the weather was cool and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is PROM. Yucks, I'm scared right now. What if i lost my way seriously, I'm those kind of people who don't understand and will not remember weird places. Plus I have never heard of that Grand Cor something hotel ever in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And should i have dinner first or what? Never even say got serve dinner anot. And the hotel so big later i end up knocking at some funny person's door. It will be so damn embarrassing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz i totally no mood to go anywhere tomorrow because I finished that IRIS drama. Feel like dying already.&lt;br /&gt;Ok my life after&amp;nbsp;o levels is&amp;nbsp;so uneventful! My mother keep calling me to go get a job but i also don't know&amp;nbsp;how to find. LOL. my friends&amp;nbsp;did introduced me to some job opportunities but&amp;nbsp;I do not know any further information or whatsover. If i go ask from them i will be giving them troubles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-6732304930462249149?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6732304930462249149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=6732304930462249149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6732304930462249149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6732304930462249149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-i-returned-all-of-sleep-debt.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-2445561175054424071</id><published>2010-11-23T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T17:45:02.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet days</title><content type='html'>Currently standing in front of a computer to blog&amp;nbsp;at Costa Sands kampong hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that a room this small wasn't what i expected. But it turned out to be quite alright because the air-con was good enough and I really had fun with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sentosa is just...boring. Things are too expensive and there is hardly anyone willing to part from&amp;nbsp;his or her&amp;nbsp;precious money for a stupid ride. So sentosa is basically very mundane. All i remember was&amp;nbsp;walking and walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates are starting the fire, it didn't look easy. Only someone with a hidden talent can do it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home today to watch my drama, but i'm still in a sad mode because i finished IRIS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-2445561175054424071?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2445561175054424071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=2445561175054424071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2445561175054424071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2445561175054424071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/11/chalet-days.html' title='Chalet days'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-5883529536347852198</id><published>2010-11-20T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T16:44:20.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met up Michelle at the bus-stop at 7.15am to give her the money for prom. I wasn't late, of course, because I haven't even slept for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting on another drama called Iris. I just completed the first half of the first episode and it looks interesting. So I'm going to continue after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey and why nobody invite me for the job hunt? Guess i'll have to look for it myself then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my posts very short because I need to go watch my drama.&amp;nbsp;And of course posts are short because i did nothing except glue-ing myself to the computer screen. All i can blog about is the plot etc, but nobody will be interested. I'll blog when something more&amp;nbsp;fruitful happens! But i don't know when.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-5883529536347852198?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5883529536347852198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=5883529536347852198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/5883529536347852198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/5883529536347852198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-met-up-michelle-at-bus-stop-at-7.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-2364466696466671959</id><published>2010-11-19T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T17:00:59.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Johor to stay for the night yesterday, so sorry for not replying any SMS. We went to stay in my grandma's sister house for a night since she invited us and it will be&amp;nbsp;rude to decline. I hardly slept, it was too uncomfortable. But i still lied and told her that I enjoyed the stay, since she was being very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually felt deprived from being cut off from the internet for a day. It was weird. The latest technology in my grandma's sister house was a phone and there is no such thing like internet connection. But i feel good now that I'm back in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i got clothes for prom and managed to keep in within 50dollars. It was white in colour&amp;nbsp;but i am not really inclined to looking like an angel on prom night. There isn't any choice, it's basically take it or leave it. So i took it. And i still need shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going back to brilliant legacy. The storyline is good, but things&amp;nbsp;are progressing too slowly and it's getting a little boring. Sometimes i would forward parts that I'm not interested, like scenes where that stupid stepmother and her daughter scheme against people for their own greedy benefit. There isn't any really good-looking guy in that drama, but the stepmother's daughter is pretty, too bad she's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, see you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-2364466696466671959?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2364466696466671959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=2364466696466671959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2364466696466671959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2364466696466671959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/11/went-to-johor-to-stay-for-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-1215399725514401154</id><published>2010-11-17T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T20:35:30.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting on a bad wed.</title><content type='html'>Alright, today was really unproductive. I went to my mother's shop in the afternoon for a haircut, and i came back home with long hair. There were too many customers, which was surprising because it's just Hari Raya Haji. In the end, i was called to wash this and wash that for free, and i got too sick of waiting i just went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have just stayed at home to watch brilliant legacy, although it's getting quite boring already. Alright, i may sound very mean and stingy for being a little unhappy for helping my mother, but i wasn't really expecting having to work at a time like this. I wasn't even warned, i was only there for a haircut. This is my holiday, i&amp;nbsp;was supposed to watch my drama and enjoy myself at least a week,&amp;nbsp;not wash some smelly chemical filled perm hair stuff for 2 hours and make both of my hands stained with the strong stinky smell.&lt;br /&gt;And frankly, it sucks when you feel like you wasted your precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and my uncle came in the morning, luckily i woke up at 12 or else i would have to entertain them for a longer time. The small conversations they made were meaningless, i would have chose to ignore them if that didn't make me look like a rude bitch. I tried to display my indifference with one word or one sentence answer, hoping that they will sense my lack of interest and give me a break. Perhaps my cousin isn't a really nice person from the start, he started commenting on my dress sense and my lack of makeup(actually none). He even asked if I was wearing the set of clothes I'm wearing out and&amp;nbsp;gave that disgusted look&amp;nbsp;like he was Eddy Lee. I saw that&amp;nbsp;as an&amp;nbsp;insult because obviously he knew i changed and he purposely asked that to make me feel uncomfortable.&amp;nbsp;To be frank, he wasn't even looking all that good with that all-black-I'm-attending-a-wake-later look.-.- I was pissed and i actually said," Whatever, shut up." Yes, that was rude, but as if he was any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now you should have already known i am not and will not have good terms with my relatives. I often feel that they make all these insults with excuses to change you for the better, which like what i said, is an excuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i am petty. You can say that behind my back, I won't mind because i did admit i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: 4 days to get clothes for Prom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-1215399725514401154?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1215399725514401154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=1215399725514401154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1215399725514401154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1215399725514401154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/11/alright-today-was-really-unproductive.html' title='Ranting on a bad wed.'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-9110345384592321298</id><published>2010-11-16T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T15:26:17.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY IS... YES, TUESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 1.42 PM amd slept at 5.47AM because i mugged drama until i forget to sleep. Alright, that does sound lame, but i was starting on this new Hong Kong drama and I'm currently at Ep 14 in just one night time. If i can study as fast as this then i will be the top student already. So i think i can start Brilliant Legacy before tomorrow, that must have made GH damn happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, My butt hurts like crazy because of the cycling. I am so not going to do any cycling any time soon. And I'm super stress now even though exams ended, because i left 5 days to do shopping. Most probably i go on sunday because i love to procrastinate bad things. But if Sunday i cannot get anything i die already, Yeah yeah. And my cousin's coming on the 28th, I don't want to check the day of that date, so please don't tell me. Her presence means shopping non-stop, and me walking non-stop. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i hope my friends who&amp;nbsp;are shopping will have a fun day today, and buy clothes that make them look like Prom Queen/ King. HAHA. Back to my drama, xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-9110345384592321298?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/9110345384592321298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=9110345384592321298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/9110345384592321298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/9110345384592321298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-398148208889167991</id><published>2010-11-15T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:26:12.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-exam</title><content type='html'>Argh my computer keep on restarting authomatically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went cycling at pasir ris park after the biology paper. Took royal bus 403 which is especially unroyal today, then&amp;nbsp;went to Jasper's house to put our bags first and helped ourselves to some surprise food. I wasn't expecting food in the first place&amp;nbsp;so it's really nice of their family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycling was OK. my legs feel like collapsing now because i haven't exercise for like,3 months? The last time i exercised was during the last PE lesson HAHA. And all the future outings are sports outings, so not my cup of tea. Tomorrow's outing is also a sports outing-.- I don't need to remind how torturous shopping is :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw jasper sounds angry and i don't really know why. Maybe because my hands were itchy then i go touch his dinner.Sorry lah ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Now&amp;nbsp;I go mug my drama,&amp;nbsp;CYA tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-398148208889167991?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/398148208889167991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=398148208889167991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/398148208889167991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/398148208889167991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/11/post-exam.html' title='Post-exam'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-340129045363288314</id><published>2010-11-14T03:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T03:16:51.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I actually wanted to do this after the biology paper, but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngee Ann secondary school is the school where i received my secondary education, i know, like duh. It is the school where i make many precious friends that &lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt; last for a lifetime and the place where i experienced many things that a secondary school student should experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet at this point of time, I do not feel sadness. Moving on from one school to another is just another part of life, just like dumping friends in primary school. Most importantly, i do not share a strong bond with this school, and nothing like school spirit is fostered in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from GH,"We were not ill-treated, but we were not well-treated."&lt;br /&gt;That sentence basically summarised what I feel the school gave us in the last year of our secondary school education. Our graduation ceremony wasn't even near to&amp;nbsp;memorable, it was boring and stupid. No performance, no nothing. Only one "shut up and stack the chairs." I even find it funny that some cried.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our prom wasn't even made official, and prom comm was collecting money as if we were buying ecstacy. Last year, the school even allowed students to set up a booth in the canteen to collect money and now look at the difference this year.&amp;nbsp;Although I'm not into prom,I'm sure many are. It&amp;nbsp;is the last chance for&amp;nbsp;us to get together with&amp;nbsp;our friends before&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;dump them. So why is the school making it difficult for us? WHY? I don't umderstand.&lt;br /&gt;Some said it's because we did not do very well for the chinese o level exams in&amp;nbsp;June. SO? That's our punishment????That doesn't mean anything. Chinese is a language, period. Not everyone can ace it, because it is a language that cannot be improved within a few weeks like chemistry or mathematics. Those who didn't do well for&amp;nbsp;chinese do not mean they will not do well in other subjects. Look at kristine and you will&amp;nbsp;know what&amp;nbsp;I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't there any official school prom, it's baffling. Perhaps recognition from the school will not affect prom and is even considered unimportant, but the school change in attitude from the past few year to this special year is stupid. Being so unsupportive indicates how they look&amp;nbsp;down on&amp;nbsp;us as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i will still remember this school, because without it, i will be stuck in P6.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-340129045363288314?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/340129045363288314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=340129045363288314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/340129045363288314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/340129045363288314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-actually-wanted-to-do-this-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-6939665964663365413</id><published>2010-11-12T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T16:12:29.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long long time!</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time ever since i blogged because I've been busy with the recent O level examinations. The exams are coming to an end, and that means I will finally be freed from the shackles of books and tons of notes in a few more days. My tables are so messy, my eyes actually stung looking at them. I seriously need to clear my table and recycle everything. In fact, i felt bad that I actually destroyed so many trees in the name of O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't think i performed my best for the o levels, especially with my weird sleeping clock that is already too difficult to change. I usually can manage with one paper a day, but i get really drowsy and tired with the second paper. So my chemistry paper 2 and my HCL paper 2 are pretty much screwed up, because my eyes were almost half- closed while doing. It is already too late for regret now, the milk is already spilled. I guess I only need to get disappointed in the coming january, when I will get back all the results. Even if it's not as good as the Prelims, all i can do is shut up, accept and move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, i need to calm down and stop thinking about the mistakes I've made in all my papers, especially for the chem MCQ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-6939665964663365413?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6939665964663365413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=6939665964663365413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6939665964663365413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6939665964663365413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/11/long-long-time.html' title='Long long time!'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-5360293132610985863</id><published>2010-10-04T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T23:23:22.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe i cried because MM Lee's wife passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is that i didn't even know who she is. I didn't even see her on TV until these past few days because she was hardly exposed to the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first heard her death from the radio and that her body will be placed at a government-related place for people to pay visits, i was thinking," Wow, so many ministers died this month."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was until i watched the TV and read the papers that I knew all about her. The pictures she took with MM Lee throughout the years spoke the same word- bliss. Her smile was so genuine and she looked so happy. It was a remarkable feat for people these days to maintain their marriage for 30 years, let alone 60, but she did it and that was something admirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this documentary that showed her stopping MM Lee's interview mid-way just to wipe away perspiration from his forehead. Isn't that super touching?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 years down the road, would you still care so much about your loved one, or would you have left him after a mere 10 years just because you got sick of his stupid behaviour??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern, a word so new there is no chinese word for it. What modern people want these days are fleeting and short-lived. When they talk about soulmates, they talk about temporary ones. Rubbish like "不在乎天长地久，只在乎曾经拥有" comes out proudly from different mouths everyday, declaring that they don't give two hoots about having a relationship with the same person&amp;nbsp;in their entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, who can we blame for such mindset? When one person becomes selfish, another becomes a fish too&amp;nbsp;to protect himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry because i belong to the "modern people" category. How to trust someone wholeheartedly, i have no idea. What if you trust him and you end up being betrayed? Wouldn't it be double the pain than not giving yourself the chance to trust?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-5360293132610985863?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5360293132610985863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=5360293132610985863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/5360293132610985863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/5360293132610985863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cant-believe-i-cried-because-mm-lees.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-3485396810175471034</id><published>2010-09-19T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:11:21.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complain Queen in the house</title><content type='html'>HAHA, I've been complaining a tad TOO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE, yes, VERY tough life, christon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to blog about something happy today. I&amp;nbsp;caught a well-dressed lady smelling her armpit and checking out her armpit hair in the MRT today. I covered my mouth and acted like i was coughing, of course, because i was just in front of her. It was so DAMN funny, i had a look of her glorious armpit hair- black and bushy like a testosterone-fuelled man. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that a lot of embarrassing things happen in MRTs. Today i saw this old 50 year old auntie wearing the same shirt as me. It was darn embarrassing, because my shirt isn't a normal T-shirt that is plain and dull-coloured. It was filled with at least 100 blingz and i bet any man who look directly into my breasts will be blinded instantly.&amp;nbsp;Not that it is anything prominent or attractive, but still.... Good punishment!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. I didn't put on my jacket even when i brought it. Part of the reason was because i was lazy and the jacket&amp;nbsp;has a Mickey Mouse printed&amp;nbsp;at the back, so i rather wear the blingz than be taken as a kid. But a bigger part of the reason was that the 50 year old auntie was bigger, more wrinkled and has excessive blue make-up, so i didn't feel the least threaten. If anyone's gonna do compare and contrast, I swear I'm going to pon her in every way. She should be the one putting on a Donald Duck jacket instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm still waiting for my mother back to cut my hair. Why she's taking so long uhh?? Oh nevermind, expect a Chiobu tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Cya xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: What's xoxo again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-3485396810175471034?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3485396810175471034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=3485396810175471034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/3485396810175471034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/3485396810175471034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/09/complain-queen-in-house.html' title='Complain Queen in the house'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-6465387484358071756</id><published>2010-09-17T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T22:52:47.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH, I hate those Taxi drivers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we took a long walk from the customs to the taxi stand, we got into&amp;nbsp;a Taxi. It was massive bad luck that we ran into a smoking and rude taxi-driver. At some point of time i was so irritated that i imagined kicking his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start it all off, he turned on the meter before we even got into the vehicle. Cheater.&amp;nbsp;And his car smelled like tobacco. When i put on the seatbelt, i felt a rise of nausea from my intestine. I was already pissed off, and he went on to scold my maid in Malay. I think because the door wasn't closed properly. Fish you lah, she is my maid, who the hell are you? Even if someone's going to scold my maid, you, the taxi driver, have zero rights to scold her. Plus he is speaking to her in Malay lah, even&amp;nbsp;if he&amp;nbsp;scold her one hundred times she also won't understand him.Then he ended up scolding louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he took the wrong road and scolded my mother for not telling him clearly the place we're staying. Zzzz, he is the one with the interpretation problem, what has it got to do with us? Rude like a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hate this kind of taxi drivers. Think they are so big they have the right to scold their customers. In the end, they are still earning our money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine smelling second-hand smoke for a $20 ride. It was horrible. Until now, I'm still pissed&amp;nbsp;at him for scolding us. Super rude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-6465387484358071756?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6465387484358071756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=6465387484358071756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6465387484358071756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6465387484358071756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/09/argh-i-hate-those-taxi-drivers.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-3223196266533262975</id><published>2010-09-13T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:54:39.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH, I'M super pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, i can always find things to complain about my relatives! I tried to control my dislike, i swear! It's like they always drive me to the edge with their superficial comments. Ok, if they are not directed to me, then perhaps it's all right. But most of my aunts with their big mouths always talk bad about me behind my back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, if you want to talk bad about me, just don't let me know ok? Because it makes you all look damn fake. Everyday, you look at me, you praise me to heaven, say I'm so smart etc. Then now you talk bad about me behind my back. Two-faced then two-faced lah, but please don't double-faced until so obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt terrible when you know about&amp;nbsp;all this kind of stuff&amp;nbsp;from your mother. Those aunts always talk bad about me to my mother, say I very "自以为是" etc, with the excuse of "hoping me to change for the better".&lt;br /&gt;LIKE ZZZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i really feel like calling them to look into the mirror before they start commenting about people's character and then finding such a dumb and idiotic excuse.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's probably a hobby. Sometimes i do that too, but i do make an effort to make sure the target will&amp;nbsp;not know i talked bad about him. But these aunts are such a loser, they comment about how my mother teach her children, without even looking at themselves. If they are so great, then i don't see a reason why&amp;nbsp;some of their children&amp;nbsp;is on their way to gangsterhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pissed me off so much when they find aggresive words to describe my character negatively without much proof. Ok, if I 自以为是, then please give me support. That is basic Social Studies. Oops? You didn't learn social studies? No wonder you're so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also talked bad about my older brother. I think what he is experiencing is ten times worse than mine. The big-mouths said he is childish, stupid, and sometimes words like retarded comes out too. I don't understand how insulting him this way will help him to change for the better, but i know that they are downright mean, and most probably more retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-3223196266533262975?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3223196266533262975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=3223196266533262975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/3223196266533262975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/3223196266533262975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/09/argh-im-super-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-8831862036256231384</id><published>2010-09-06T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:57:13.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nowadays i find myself more&amp;nbsp;reliant on&amp;nbsp;Facebook, where i do short blogging. This blog becomes more and more distant to me&amp;nbsp;as the days goes on, because i feel horrible to have a long typing session when both of my shoulders hurt this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it's hurting like hell now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, i will still come, because some things are just worth a long typing session, pain or no pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm reading the lost symbol and i've forgotten all about studying. Studying makes me extra irritated when i don't understand A.C generator and D.C. motor.&amp;nbsp; So I just gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, anyway, i just wanna tell you this now: If you desperately need someone to share a secret with, the last person you should ever go to is your cousin. Especially those cousins that are classified under mummy girls, or boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can be more awkward than that, because i've tried it and i had enough. It is impossible to treat your mummy cousins like a friend. Because whatever they hear, they go home and spill out all to their mummy. Please be reminded that their mummy is your aunt, and their mummy WILL spill out everything you said to YOUR MUMMY when they get connected is whatsoever way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my cousin started asking me why i feel so sad, and i just told her i screwed up my EL O level oral and i was crying. I can't believe she went to tell her mother THAT. Her mother called and i answered the phone, and you can expect one awkward talking session. She started comforting me as if i am diagnosed&amp;nbsp;with some weird disease, and all i hoped was her to stop her crap and leave me alone. As if that wasn't bad enough, my mother answered the phone and she too started talking to her about my problems in my face, blowing my sadness into gigantic proportions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing i need after a hit in the EL oral exams was the whole world to know about my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND although i know this is never a big thing, i still can't help feeling betrayed. I didn't want anyone to start worrying for me, especially my mother. I only told her that because she asked. I'm even angrier at myself for my stupidity, because this is NOT the first time she amplify my thoughts and feelings this way. I just forget about it at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, whatever, i'm going to bath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-8831862036256231384?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8831862036256231384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=8831862036256231384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/8831862036256231384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/8831862036256231384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/09/nowadays-i-find-myself-more-on-where-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-3787520424140379910</id><published>2010-08-28T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T23:51:13.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't forget to blog, but there are just too little things to say. I guess i didn't start my prelims real well. I screwed up my chinese compo because i went out of point. Now there goes my only hope. And oh yes, english. I think paper 1 was horrible. I left so little time to do the compo i just anyhow chiong and write. I used one word wrongly so i guess the teacher will laugh until all her intestine roll off her stomach. Note that the wrong is ABSOLUTELY wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, whatever. I don't really care now. O levels matter or may not matter, because I'm not happy studying now. And i find it pointless to study when you're not happy. Last time i didn't feel so bad when i study, but now i feel horrible. The only thing that pushed me to study is guilt. Like those kind I watched 3 hours of TV today, I'm so guilty. Then i will ease my guilt and do half an hour of maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid right? I think it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-3787520424140379910?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3787520424140379910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=3787520424140379910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/3787520424140379910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/3787520424140379910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-didnt-forget-to-blog-but-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-3133619763445291350</id><published>2010-08-22T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T02:01:16.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Studied a little bio today. Thank god i did start a bit of the 3 sciences since prelims are starting really soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muz really start studying now Janet!! It's like only 60 over days to the actual exams! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, I'm not aiming for National JC or whatever it is. For me, i just hope that i do well enough so that i can do what i want to do. I find people who aims for top schools all the time a little too vain, since whatever school you go you&amp;nbsp;will do&amp;nbsp;the same thing. Being in a top school is just an add-on for you to hao lian about so your relatives can bootlick you, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's for me. My relatives often go," Janet! You're so smart! Your results are go good!" Which led me thinking, since when did they get hold of my report card? Obviously they didn't have a chance to, so the praise is more likely..... a way to start a conversation. I'm being really nice, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I might all well go to a poly you know. I rather study things that I'm going to specialise for 3 to 4 years than study a range of dumb intensive subjects, which i most probably will not use when i grow up. Seriously, i already find the things I'm studying now useless. Who cares about esters? It's not like I'm going to make them like lemonade and sell them to eke out a living. The only time I'm going to care about esters is when I decide to name my daughter Ester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, JC life is super tough. Last friday i went to meridian, and the talk by that chinese teacher freak me off like crazy. I know A levels is at least 5 times harder than o levels, but this is confirmation! Every sunday I go to tuition and listen to the JC teacher rattle off numbers and graphs that make as much sense as Math Olympiad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i go JC and can't cope in the end? I know i most probably can leave the college with an A level&amp;nbsp;cert, but with my current inadequate IQ, i can imagine really horrifying results. Then in the end no university want to accept me and i go around with a smelly O level cert. At least i go poly i have diploma cert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother says if I don't do well enough in poly to go to the university, then i might as well work and save up, then go to some overseas university to continue studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i still need to take my mental state of health into consideration. Later i go JC i suffer from depression, how??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first off, what course should i take in poly? I better go google now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-3133619763445291350?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3133619763445291350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=3133619763445291350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/3133619763445291350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/3133619763445291350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/08/studied-little-bio-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-127833079036949385</id><published>2010-08-20T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T02:25:40.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am constantly having neck and back aches, and my puke factor is just 100 percent. I don't know what makes me feel like puking all the time. If it wasn't for the fact that i didn't have an exciting sex life, i would perhaps take a trip to the pharmacy and buy 5 pregnancy test kits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is hideous. It's like i'm so burned out and tired, i don't feel like studying anymore. All i want is my little nice bolster and a tube of haagen daz starwberry-flavoured ice-cream. Books make me sleepy, physics give me a headache, and genetic engineering is so dumb and idiotic. Seeing the pile of the not-finished TYSs, i feel stressed out when i see people doing it for the third time. Whenever i go home, i get spammed by kenneth's cries and screams, and i feel like vomitting more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired and sleepy i just don't want to go to school. &lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm too emotional at this time being, and i blame it on my nauseousness. When can i stop feeling like i wanna vomit. It's forcing a bad appetite on me, and i need to grow fat, fatter, fattest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, darren choy, the sailor and the last torch bearer, is cute. I googled him just now, and i found out girls waited for him outside his school and scream whenever they see him. It's freaky, i'm so not that type of crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;Steve appleton is also cute! But i think he's cuter, cause he's not asian and his eyes are totally charming and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;And please don't call me unfaithful or whatever because I'm not getting married, or married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-127833079036949385?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/127833079036949385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=127833079036949385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/127833079036949385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/127833079036949385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-constantly-having-neck-and-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-590161176668778999</id><published>2010-08-13T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:53:28.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit me shit me shit me.&lt;br /&gt;I utterly destroyed my oral. The reading was horrible. i was reading too fast and my voice was hoarse. i doubt he even understands what i am reading. and midway i requested to drink water.&lt;br /&gt;picture was horrible? what is it about? global strides, global minds. what the hell is it? In the end i said global warming, what the fuck. and please, what makes you laugh? i don't know! I gave a one sentence reply.&lt;br /&gt;When i finished, i already feel like crap and muneerraaaaaa have to go all the way to stab me in the lungs. She&amp;nbsp;said i was not supposed to walk behind the examiners, and that the examiners have complaint. Like how the hell i know? I forget to take my bag so i went to take it with the shortest route. Isn't that even like common sense or something? And when i said i didn't know, she was like," Don't tell me you don't know. you have went through the mother tongue oral exam." Yes i have went through the MT oral exam, but i wasn't even told i cannot walk behind examiners. There wasn't even specific instructions. but when i walked behind, i saw an 8, so i guess that's my point for conversation. Passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i pretty much screwed my life out. Great. &lt;br /&gt;Liting is so lucky, the examiner said " i cannot tell you your marks but you are the best so far." &lt;br /&gt;See? how lucky? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me? ARGH, i just hope i pass this stupid thing. Everybody have done so well and I... I just feel like some sort of stupid shit&amp;nbsp;who fails in everything i do. Screw chem test, screw math test, screw oral.I feel like I'm so useless, and suddenly i just hope I can just die. Like disappear&amp;nbsp;from this&amp;nbsp;world without any trace. Losers like me&amp;nbsp;waste food supply and perhaps if i give my share of food to somebody else in africa,&amp;nbsp;he may be able to contribute to the world and do better than me. Change a loser to a winner, what a good deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-590161176668778999?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/590161176668778999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=590161176668778999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/590161176668778999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/590161176668778999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/08/shit-me-shit-me-shit-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-21605171179252910</id><published>2010-08-09T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T13:02:11.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELL HELL HELL</title><content type='html'>Oh my, i brought kenneth to Mcdonalds for breakfast. I burned a big hole in my already torn pocket and yet my spirits didn't lift up like how it should be. It's so tiring to bring a hyperactive 5 year old for breakfast. I never want to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have zillions of due homework like WTF.I know i am lazy, but i didn't know I'm THIS lazy, until now of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Trigo WS&lt;br /&gt;2) Bio Armoury&lt;br /&gt;3) Trigo e math WS&lt;br /&gt;4) The new e math WS. i don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;5) EL oral is THIS friday, and i don't know when we can have a last oral consultation with the EL teacher.&lt;br /&gt;6) I still haven't start on Organic Chem.&lt;br /&gt;7) I'm officially cooked, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;8) O levels is approaching. In how many days? I didn't bother to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, please just send me a rocket and bring me to hell. Going to hell is so much easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-21605171179252910?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/21605171179252910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=21605171179252910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/21605171179252910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/21605171179252910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/08/hell-hell-hell.html' title='HELL HELL HELL'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-8666585259438386968</id><published>2010-08-06T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T18:27:53.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to a kindergarten today and kids weren't that bad. But still quite bad, I feel like I'm dealing with 40 over kenneths and it's quite tiring. &lt;br /&gt;But managing these kids weren't very hard because I've practiced and I had experience. So when one of them made a big mess by kicking the whole tray of crayons down, i managed to make them put all of them back in 10 seconds. At first Junjie was helping them to put all the crayons back but the boys kicked the crayons away and made a bigger mess. So all i did was count&amp;nbsp;from 10 to 0 very quickly so they will feel challenged and then they will keep everything within the time limit. That works very well with kenneth too! So smart right, don't need to keep for them&amp;nbsp;and they will keep everything themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, i think it was really funny that i kinda "interacted" with these children by asking their names and giving Hi fives. Too bad i can't really understand their name because 5 years old don't articulate that well, and really, trust me, their names spell damn funnily. I guess their parents are just trying to be special. Then i replied," Wow, that's a really nice name, high five!" or with a " I see, high five!". They were really enthusiastic about telling me their name, Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Oh&amp;nbsp;and i forced all of them to say Thank You when i gave them the goodie bags. LOL, give it to them and snatch it back when they forget to say thank you, then give the bag to them with a "You're welcomed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, that was overall the experience i had in the kindgergarten. I don't wanna talk about the dancing, because it was rather disastrous that we played the music via a soft volume handphone. That seemed really insincere and dumb to the teachers but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;And i really wonder if I'm like them when I'm younger, you know, like really enthusiastic, activated and high. Because sometimes I'm really lazy&amp;nbsp;to associate with people and i don't get happy because i can sing reach out for the skies,a song i only heard when I'm swimming in mummy's warm uterus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went back to school and huijie asked me to go to macdonalds to study with them. I said ok but i need to return the magnets to mrs wee first.Mrs wee weren't very happy that i returned most of them magnets to her because i wasn't able to sell them. Even those that were " sold" were bought by myself. Then she kinda implied that I'm stingy. Whatever, really, i can't possibly buy all 10 magnets right.&amp;nbsp;When i went back to the NAS cafe to find everyone, i took a round at the Canteen and the cafe but they were not there obviously.&amp;nbsp;So i borrowed Dorcas's phone to call huijie and they were on the bus already.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when i went back home, i tapped my card at the front when i went down the bus and i saw "New Ride". So they gonna charge me all over again like WTF. So cheater bud seriously!! Don't ever tap your card at the front during exit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-8666585259438386968?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8666585259438386968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=8666585259438386968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/8666585259438386968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/8666585259438386968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/08/went-to-kindergarten-today-and-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-7708304192154466233</id><published>2010-08-05T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T18:10:04.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SPA FINISHED, I'M SO FREAKING HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHEHE!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, those spammers are really getting on my nerves. I went to cbox to delete their spams yesterday and they appeared again today. Anybody knows how to slap those spammers in the face and stop them from spamming in my blog?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're going to kindergarden to sing "reach out for the stars" for the kids. Or is it skies? I don't remember lol, but the tune is stuck on my head. I hope i won't get bullied by the kids, you know kids really give massive headaches sometimes. Kenneth is a perfect example. I cannot imagine facing 40 over kenneths. It will take my life. Or I'll just take my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i doubt those kids know what we&amp;nbsp;will be&amp;nbsp;singing lah. When the song was&amp;nbsp;created on 2005, or 2006, they&amp;nbsp;were either just one year old or was still swimming in their mother's womb. Humans don't have such a good memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that everything goes well tomorrow, and i hope i remember the dance steps!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-7708304192154466233?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7708304192154466233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=7708304192154466233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7708304192154466233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7708304192154466233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/08/spa-finished-im-so-freaking-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-3246402847125277428</id><published>2010-08-01T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:54:25.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When are disasters going to end?</title><content type='html'>You know it's just August, but it feels like December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 trees down and 24 branches broke today. I still feel that it's freaky that all these tree-falling drama is happening in Singapore, even though it's not the first time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the rain and the heat. It's horrible, i hate sweating like crazy, and i hate bringing an umbrella everywhere&amp;nbsp;i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mum, you totally can't blame me about my nose drip because i ate medicine and the weather's so fishing cold it worsened the whole flu when I'm half-recovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekends were dry and boring. I finished reading "Can you keep a secret?" and i loved it. I did a bit of fantasizing&amp;nbsp;about dating a millionaire like Jack Harper&amp;nbsp;when I'm lying on the bed trying to sleep last night. It's so romantic! Blue eyes, sweet smile, champagne and desert!!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i know it's impossible but i reckon i deserve some day-dreaming sometimes.&amp;nbsp;It's so fun! I believe, no, i want to believe everybody daydreams. Like maybe, kristine dreaming about having beautiful kids with torres, jasper dreaming about kissing "chio" taylor swift on the lips and liting dreaming about hugging Jay Chou. It's just those fantasies that make life a little less mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still wanna marry a millionaire!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-3246402847125277428?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3246402847125277428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=3246402847125277428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/3246402847125277428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/3246402847125277428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-are-disasters-going-to-end.html' title='When are disasters going to end?'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-5972965358114298211</id><published>2010-07-30T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T20:58:05.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kbox just loves to K all your money away.</title><content type='html'>Went to Kbox today to celebrate liting's birthday. It was quite fun, but not damn fun actually. Because i lost my voice from all the singing ( you know I'm not that kind of singer with that kind of stamina to sing 5 hours straight),and i sounded really bad.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbox is a funky money eater.It srsly cheated our money like crazy. I don't know how the price increased from 13++ to 19.30.&lt;br /&gt;It was freakin' expensive. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They forced us to buy 4 bowls of tidbits, around the size of the palm. The tidbits wasn't flown 24 hours from America or Los Angeles, it was most probably from malaysia or just made in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;It looked and tasted cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they freakin' dare to charge us $7, for every bowl??????&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed off i took all their tissue and made a mess on the table. I nearly brought all the leftover tidbits home ( refillable). But i didn't, not because i suddenly become kind or something, but because i didn't have a plastic bag!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!!!!!!AND FISH!&lt;br /&gt;Jasper and I&amp;nbsp;are down with cough, and we were"forced" to eat the super expensive tidbits because we'll be wasting our money if we don't finish. I bet I'm going to have sore throat tomorrow, and my mother gonna kill me, like kill and BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY B'DAY LITING!though a bit early HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are 2 SPA assessment next week and thinking of it sucks. Bio is super hard to study, there are so many details and i don't really remember any teaching except copying. And phy? I doubt the teacher even taught that much.&lt;br /&gt;I think chem teacher's the best. She taught us with such detail and even if i screwed it up, i don't blame her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O's are really approaching, and I'm still not going full power. This is emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-5972965358114298211?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5972965358114298211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=5972965358114298211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/5972965358114298211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/5972965358114298211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/07/went-to-kbox-today-to-celebrate-litings.html' title='Kbox just loves to K all your money away.'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-629559763248786921</id><published>2010-07-27T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T20:24:48.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I screwed up my Chem SPA assessment today, because I'm just too stupid. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose is still blocked, i have to breathe through my mouth. My nose made farting sounds in class today, and i automatically became the centre of attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a long day today. After stupid chem SPA i stayed back for an ORAL session.It was quite fun i think? But i have buckle tooth and there is no way for me to pronouce&amp;nbsp;th srsly. &lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn, i even lost my voice and became some joke LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i have to blog later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-629559763248786921?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/629559763248786921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=629559763248786921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/629559763248786921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/629559763248786921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-screwed-up-my-chem-spa-assessment.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-7035065408012493175</id><published>2010-07-26T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T18:55:59.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was so pissed off. Oh no, I am still pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today kenneth and I walked home and we challenged to see who touch the lift button first. Suddenly, the damn dog barked and i shrieked. Kenneth was also freaking afraid because of the sudden and loud bark by that stupid dog.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the dog and it looked like it was about to pounce. Some children who were playing around the vicinity started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the owner, expecting her to do something. She sat there as if she was watching some hollywood action movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed off and i glared at her and say," Can you please take care of your dog?"&lt;br /&gt;She didn't say anything but somebody else,&amp;nbsp;i assume her friend, told me in all that matter-of-factly tone," You were the one who was running, you cannot blame the dog for barking at you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? That made me more pissed because she didn't even bother to say sorry for making so many children cry. Maybe i would feel better if she run forward and control her dog, and apologise for not putting it on a leash and placing it outside the house as if it's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, janet lim got so pissed she wrote this letter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: The Management of Eunos Mansion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irresponsible Dog Owner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, I was walking past the condo pavement I use daily when a Golden Retriever started barking loudly at my brother and me. Both of us were extremely frightened and even some children around the vicinity started crying because of the loud bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me totally angry was that the dog was not under a leash and when I approached the owner to ask her to mind the dog; she did not even bother to go to the dog and soothe its emotions or put a leash on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it is entirely normal for a dog to bark, the owner should at least exercise his or her responsibility and put a leash on the dog as well as control it when it starts barking. What will happen if it starts to pounce and injure people? What will happen if an elderly with a weaker heart walks past and have a similar scare? The consequences would be undesirable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time I experienced such a scare. I believe others who use this route (from the lift area to the guard post) to work or to school every day have also encountered the same incident. My way to school has become more uncomfortable and worrying due to the presence of an unleashed dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I strongly suggest the management to warn the owner about this matter because his or her irresponsibility have caused indescribable discomfort and fear in residents who use that route every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking time to read this letter and I sincerely hope something would be done to stop such irresponsible actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunos Mansion&lt;br /&gt;#07-08&lt;br /&gt;Janet Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to go to the management. Even if they don't do anything, it tells them that i was really fucked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-7035065408012493175?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7035065408012493175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=7035065408012493175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7035065408012493175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7035065408012493175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-was-so-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-7627294037967346311</id><published>2010-07-25T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T00:11:06.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ugly snail</title><content type='html'>Went out today and stepped on a snail.&lt;br /&gt;I initially thought it was some dry leaf, because you would hear that crunching sound when you step on those. But when i looked down what i see was not some brown coloured leaf, it was a snail- shell crushed like egg shells and jelly-like liquid around the crumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking disgusting it took all of me to not yelp. If i yelp, people are going to point at me and say that I'm cruel and i don't look where i walk. But frankly, you don't look at the ground when you walk right? If i do that then I'll walk straight to the pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm on the bus, I comforted myself&amp;nbsp;because i really didn't step on that snail on purpose.&amp;nbsp;And since i eat chicken then whatever lor, kill another disgusting thing also&amp;nbsp;won't disturb the ecology system. And someone have to put snails off the pavement seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sorry snail&amp;nbsp;ok, i didn't mean&amp;nbsp;to kill you so&amp;nbsp;terribly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-7627294037967346311?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7627294037967346311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=7627294037967346311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7627294037967346311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7627294037967346311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/07/ugly-snail.html' title='The ugly snail'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-3398025827604825042</id><published>2010-07-23T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T22:37:44.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School started with PE. Went to gym and did no exercise. It was more of a lecture session, because that teacher( i don't know what's his name) used the entire lesson introducing the equipments. Oops, he used half of Mrs Tan lesson too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to chemistry. Huijie wanted to ask Miss Gan questions after class but miss gan ended up being all nagging and we didn't have the courage to call her to&amp;nbsp;stop and let us go to chinese lesson. Sometimes i wonder where did she get that breath of hers. I found out she can say lots of sentences in one breath. Miss Toh got pissed of with us and say that we were late for half an hour( actually it was 20 mins) because we thought chinese lessons is not important and is useless. Uhh, that was really an accusation. I'll admit that chinese lessons make me bored, but i didn't think chinese lessons are not important, really. Ironically, Eric skipped the chinese lesson to do the graduation video and he didn't look like he got kicked in the guts by Miss Toh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that huijie practically forced me to watch the movie. They've already bought the tickets but huijie called them to buy another. I'm really sorry that i made GH run up to buy another ticket and everyone was unhappy with me because of that. : ( Sorry GH ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inception was rather good. But the movie was quite confusing, dream in dream in dream in subconscious. Did i even get that right? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I can only say that the movie is killing almost all&amp;nbsp;of my&amp;nbsp;brain cells, because the 2 and the half hours was spent understanding the complicated storyline instead of enjoying it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie i boarded 31 to meet my mother at east Coast Park. The bus was oven hot, i guess the aircon broke down or something. The bus gave me a whizzy headache for 40 over mins but it got better when i alighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the horror part happened.&amp;nbsp;Mum suggested to go to the Hawker Centre for dinner, and we ended up walking one hour to that damn place. The food isn't even THAT nice and&amp;nbsp;my legs were breaking. I was halfway asleep when i was eating dinner. After we finished the food, i was too tired so i begged to go home. As expected, i slept in the Taxi but i can't believe i drooled on the seatbelt. I was like, "Oh Shit." because I'm at the front seat and i know the bald-headed uncle isn't going to be happy with me if he finds out i left souvenirs in his car. So i quickly wiped it off, he didn't find out. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to have a 20 min shower, blow dry my fair ( try to blow dry the whole head because&amp;nbsp;i usually don't have the patience), and then go have my 12 hour beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liting tell me what happened in Jay Chou concert OK, If you read this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-3398025827604825042?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3398025827604825042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=3398025827604825042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/3398025827604825042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/3398025827604825042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/07/inception-was-rather-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-6270564034446764750</id><published>2010-07-22T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T17:59:09.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank god Geog test is OVER. My hand suffered from major pain and i could vaguely see blisters forming. Actually it's just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Physics Mock SPA tomorrow. i didn't know how we get to the mock so quickly coz physics is still alien to me. Haiz, i hope i can just WRITE something tomorrow. I'm afraid of those moments when i hold the question paper and stare at the question like it is some magic stone from Land LaLa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that the ulcers go away quickly, because it hurts like a son of a bitch and it deprived me of a lot of good food. Even good food turned to bad food because of the irritating pain. And because of the rain I'm having this slight flu and the cough is just driving me crazy. I can't believe i even dared to drink this cold red blood juice on the table with this kind of body. Which reminds me i need to go check out what this cold red thing is later, because it tasted kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many in class were sick today. Siying was dripping like a tap and Jasper was complaining about the idiotic weather that made him catch a flu. After the geog test Jasper went home with gastrics, thanks to our pretty&amp;nbsp;bio teacher&amp;nbsp;who made us stay back to do this worksheet- to be handed in next lesson. Ironic huh? Stay back and do a WS to be handed in next week. Ask Farhana why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope jasper's feeling better now. I know how much Gastrics hurts. It feels like the whole stomach is on fire and even breathing hurts. Maybe he can drink Hot Ginger Water because that drink&amp;nbsp;always managed to make me feel better. Eating&amp;nbsp;is useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-6270564034446764750?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6270564034446764750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=6270564034446764750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6270564034446764750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6270564034446764750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/07/thank-god-geog-test-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-2003189262552625695</id><published>2010-07-20T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T18:12:32.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG there are so MANY tests this week i think it's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even one-quarter prepared for the stupid Geog test. Mrs tan didn't bother to tell us one week beforehand and this sucks because i wasn't given time to prepare a whole 6 or 7 chapters. Squeezing so many chapters into my head in 2 days is just plain sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plane-geog test. I'm screwed, i can't SEE angles in alternate segments. Dead dead dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go touch on a little bit of chem then start studying geog. I hate geog i hate geog! Anw, i hope they done well in the listening compre! Listening compre is super easy, don't need to prepare anything except your ears. So what you should do is just listen properly and don't get tricked by similar answers!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-2003189262552625695?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2003189262552625695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=2003189262552625695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2003189262552625695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2003189262552625695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/07/omg-there-are-so-many-tests-this-week-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-4089454673878447028</id><published>2010-07-19T16:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:30:22.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School again. Massively sian, because the first thing i heard from the announcements was the countdown crap. Thanks for adding on to my stress, beautiful school.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons made me extremely lethargic, especially physics where i can't really understand what Mr Tan is talking about. I think my brain is too slow, i can't absorb as well as others. The whole class immediatedly understand what he was saying! Even Amelia thinks my brain's as small as a walnut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care already! Stupid then stupid lor, it's not as if i can do something&amp;nbsp;to it. There isn't any medicine to expand my brain size.&lt;br /&gt;Yawn, i need my bed. Ya'know, strong magnetic field. I'm just a Nap Magnet. I regretted not going to lunch with Liting etc, because i ended up eating Maggie Mee again. And it's tasting more like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why my blog post sounded so Emo, maybe it didn't appear as emo to others because I'm certain there are more emo posts out there. But still, this is my definition of emo -- Not appreciating what you already have and complaining all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my emo post, I'm not going to be emo tomorrow. I promise. And I'm going to stop staring at leather shoes,women's heels,&amp;nbsp;and um, shoulders. This time i really meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;OMG i can't believe i didn't talk about that trainee teacher, or rather relief teacher! My memory's failing on me! -.-, actually, it always fails on me.&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure some insults were directed to me, he was looking at me when he said," Stop talking or I'll take your lollipop away from you.", and " I'm sorry&amp;nbsp;if i hurt your feelings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he wasn't THAT sorry, because he went on insulting Yiren.All these insults based on a chupa chups lollipop. Which in the first place, me or him eating lollipops is totally none of his business! We're not even opening that wraper, just passing it around. Like what the hell, who is he to insult students like that anyway? I thought every human is entitled to some respect, and he is not respecting others with that stink-like-shit mouth.&lt;br /&gt;The past week, i have met 2 trainee teachers&amp;nbsp;that acted like immature kids. They think that they are so mighty up there because they are one grade higher than students. What will happen if they become REAL teachers? Are they still gonna exercise their authority like how they did to us? What kind of quality of education is this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-4089454673878447028?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4089454673878447028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=4089454673878447028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/4089454673878447028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/4089454673878447028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/07/school-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-6510224362807252300</id><published>2010-07-16T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:16:30.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When Siying told me the school stalks students' blogs, i was actually more than appalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the maths. There are at least a thousand over students in the school and let's keep the number small and presume only 40% of the school population blogs. If the DM gonna check everyone's blog everyday, then his eyes should have pop out&amp;nbsp;in blood and he will have to push his eyeballs back into his sockets every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess they only check "dangerous" blog and tackle those who badmouth the school or their mates.The thought of the school checking students blogs is kinda scary, and it does restrict people in blogging their true thoughts. That already defeated the purpose of blogs, even if you're not supposed to reveal too much&amp;nbsp;on the internet. What are they controlling actually? Perhaps they are over-protecting the school, because every thought you put across, regardless of the platform you used, you end up being called out. And i don't want to attract that kind of infamous attention. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be reasonable. I agree that those who use blogs as a weapon to attack people should be better off dead.&amp;nbsp;but if it&amp;nbsp;is negative thoughts about the school's way of operation, then the school should take those into consideration instead of giving out yellow forms to solve the problem. It is after all the 21st century. I don't know how the school tackle such stuff, but according to someone it isn't that good&amp;nbsp;in the past because what they&amp;nbsp;did was wipe out everything negative.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i don't know. But YR really did get called out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, today is friday, and tomorrow's the weekend. Love weekends, because i don't need to&amp;nbsp;wake up early and i can&amp;nbsp;take my own sweet time to do things. Most importantly&amp;nbsp;my eyes don't give up in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we did the English Speech presentation. My group&amp;nbsp;wrote about a marriage proposal to minnie. Actually, it was me who wrote the entire shit, others just decided on the topic.&amp;nbsp;I wasn't very confident or happy that they threw that stinking job to me, because hello, i got a C5 for English and i can't write that well.&amp;nbsp;I threw in those mushy crap, like how minnie's eyes glitter like stars and&amp;nbsp;how she smells like sunshine and flowers.&amp;nbsp;The first date i created was interesting,&amp;nbsp;but if i was minnie i definitely can't share my cup of Strawberry-flavoured haagen daz ice-cream.&amp;nbsp;I'm selfish.&lt;br /&gt;And jasper took it very personally that i wrote Taylor Swift is overrated, and he went 'HNG HNG HNG" the whole day. I'm not sorry at all, Taylor swift looks and sings like a white horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elder brother broke his butt bone or injured his ligaments because he was rammed by a car. My mother was so pissed off when he said he's going to continue to ride that stupid bike when he get well. He's so dumb and stubborn, i don't understand. I mean he rides from eunos to jurong everyday, that is effing stupid and dangerous. So my mother threatened to kick him out of the house, I hope it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-6510224362807252300?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6510224362807252300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=6510224362807252300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6510224362807252300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6510224362807252300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-siying-told-me-school-stalks.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-6248148197551974543</id><published>2010-07-09T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T21:29:04.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it when&amp;nbsp;people put&amp;nbsp;my life&amp;nbsp;into restrictions. You can't do this, you can't do that. It feels like you're trap in this tiny little cage and you can't move about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm anti-religion. It feels great to not follow a pack of rules and do whatever you want, as long as it's not against&amp;nbsp;my conscience. I'm old enough to know what is right or wrong, that's what i thought. Perhaps a religion indeed purifys your mind and provides you a shoulder to lean on during the adversity of life. But i feel that i don't need it, so please don't force me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's why it pissed me off when my aunt came to my house and start blabbering about how wrong&amp;nbsp;it is&amp;nbsp;to use Facebook. She did not mean wrong, she meant morally wrong. Like what, use facebook got problem meh?&lt;br /&gt;Then she started lecturing her son who was checking his friends profiles, saying that he had nothing better to do and is learning bad things from Facebook. For Eg. Porn or sex because he was checking out hot babes pics.&amp;nbsp;I got a little defensive about that, because Facebook is always the second thing i go to when i use the internet, so what her son is doing is what i am doing all the time and i definitely didn't watch porn from Facebook, I swear. Unless you say my friends' faces look like kinky&amp;nbsp;cats.-.-&lt;br /&gt;And i don't think checking out good-looking people pictures&amp;nbsp;is wrong, i always google good-looking people and i don't think I'm that sick in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she scolded her son right in front of my face, calling him to remember what the pastor said about his rebellious behaviour. God this, god there. Screaming all her baseless and useless accusations in the name of god. I don't think god is that restricting, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if she read this she gonna call me a witch again. Oh, the first time she called me a witch happened a few years ago when i watched TV and someone was kissing someone in the lips. I was engrossed in the TV make out, and&amp;nbsp;suddenly i&amp;nbsp;became a witch that puts rats and lizards into big pots.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently i got accidentally too pissed off and blew my top. She stormed out of the house and we became mortal enemies since then. But she still visit my house to visit Grandma, getting a bit restricted when I'm around. Haha, i don't think she's that restrictied now, she's screaming at her children as if it's her house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-6248148197551974543?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6248148197551974543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=6248148197551974543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6248148197551974543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6248148197551974543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hate-it-when-put-life-restrictions.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-5072588695339263300</id><published>2010-07-09T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T00:01:14.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School. Not again.</title><content type='html'>School was quite normal. It is always normal, lessons lessons and then lessons all over again. &lt;br /&gt;I'm still not into O level mode. It's july now, but O level feels damn far away.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i have a really weak heart. Probably due to the fact that I'm aging. I can't believe I'm turning 17 next year. Wow, it's like so old already.&amp;nbsp; In another 16 years i may be attending Geng Hao's wedding dinner. Time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to the weak heart. Jasper, Yeeting, dorcas and kenneth scared me today. I get scared easily, i don't know why. Jasper's scare was the scariest. His scare is ALWAYS scary. So, as usual, he did his stunt today and Mr Victor Ong happened to walk in to the classroom coincidentally. Then he stared at me with that epic face, seeming to say something like," Errr. Are we in Monster Inc?" Or something along that line, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jasper, I'll forgive you. Since you said sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorcas scared me and it gave her big fat joy. She's so happy at her accomplishment. I believe in karma, and really, Geng Hao managed to freak her off her chair today. I'm exaggerating, she didn't fall off but hehe, she got scared and that's the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there's PE. Hate it, hate it, hate it!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-5072588695339263300?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5072588695339263300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=5072588695339263300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/5072588695339263300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/5072588695339263300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/07/school-not-again.html' title='School. Not again.'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-1159178470020263232</id><published>2010-07-04T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T00:08:33.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISTANCE FARE SCHEME SUCKS.</title><content type='html'>Personally, i am not very happy with the Distance Fare scheme. Actually, i think it sucks. My bus fare to school everyday have increased to 59 cents. It was 44 cents&amp;nbsp;in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i&amp;nbsp;heard about the new Distance Fare scheme in the past, i thought it was fair enough - you pay as much as you travel.&amp;nbsp;I didn't even bother to give a damn because i thought it only concern the adults, concession holders always pay that fixed amount of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, reality shot me in the stomach a few weeks ago. It was horrifying. I can't believe i actually have to pay so much from smelly 3rd july onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To save as much money as possible, i have to switch buses/mrts. &lt;br /&gt;I'm never that kind of person who can tolerate "stand up, sit down, tap card" routine again and again, I prefer to have an half an hour&amp;nbsp;bus ride&amp;nbsp;sitting down than a 10 min MRT ride standing up all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, lemme quote what my mother say, 我吃饱没事做整天换来换去meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, thinking of it now, i don't really think that this scheme is really that fair. See, if you are people who live one bus-stop away from school, and the distance from your school and your house is only about 500m, you still have to pay a flat-fare of 36 cents. If the distance fares&amp;nbsp;charges you as much as you travel as per claimed, then your fare should be&amp;nbsp;less than&amp;nbsp;10 cents and not 36 cents.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my neighbours who scream and shout and&amp;nbsp;blow whistles at 12.05am in the morning.&amp;nbsp;If Germany score 5 goals, i bet they&amp;nbsp;will run out of the house naked, dancing as if they are in Hawaii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-1159178470020263232?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1159178470020263232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=1159178470020263232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1159178470020263232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1159178470020263232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/07/distance-fare-scheme-sucks.html' title='DISTANCE FARE SCHEME SUCKS.'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-8342115660384826318</id><published>2010-07-02T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T20:51:47.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I nap 3 hours again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE starts the day. Damn sian, failed Napha and i have to play Captain's Ball. :( Lazy people like me don't like to exercise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;chinese students had their oral exam yesterday and i'm glad that the conversation question is quite simple. But dorcas and jasper told me that the female teacher with 10000 moles on her face rolled her eyes at them. That was freaking mean!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go watch your hand in mine now. Seriously, that liqin sucks to the max. He beats his pregnant wife up and is downright sick in the mind. My heart was like bombarding ( Haha!) when i watched the TV just now. So now I'm gonna continue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-8342115660384826318?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8342115660384826318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=8342115660384826318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/8342115660384826318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/8342115660384826318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-nap-3-hours-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-7530312107774066061</id><published>2010-06-29T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:19:22.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School spells one word, alright two.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm still in holiday mood, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining heavily today. I hate the rain unless I'm at home sleeping. I hate it when i have to carry a stupid pink umbrella everywhere i go and i don't even know how to roll it back. And putting a wet umbrella by my side during assembly was super awkward because I'm afraid I'll wet some r2 guy's pants. I pray i won't rain tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liting bought a magazine to school today! I'm so happy that it gave me motivation to run up&amp;nbsp;the stairs after recess so i can finish reading the magazine. Hehe, i like his way of answering questions, hilarious and cute! &lt;br /&gt;Okok, I shall stop spamming my poor blog with my crazy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a fun day. I can wake up later and there isn't any dumb chinese reading period. Woo Hoo~~~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-7530312107774066061?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7530312107774066061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=7530312107774066061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7530312107774066061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7530312107774066061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/06/school-spells-one-word-alright-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-8054105250479124950</id><published>2010-06-26T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T22:29:20.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back home from universal studios with Liting. Took lots of pictures with cartoon characters like shrek, and even a hershey bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rather fun. The places are beautifully decorated, i suddenly thought i was in New york!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth so super in love with the roller coaster he made me sit with him for like 2 times. I felt like vomitting already. Liting and I were such cowards, we walked to the revenge of the mummy queue, then walked away again because we were too frightened. Hahaha, i told my mother that i was too scared of a ride then she say why didn't you try everything?&lt;br /&gt;LOL, don't care lah, I'm so tired of all the hot sun and the queuing up. How i wish i had an express ticket, don't need to line up.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also this ride about dinosaurs. Initially it was not scary at all, but super giddy because it was turning and turning and turning. Then suddenly we went to the dark tunnel and we shoot right up and a dinosaur was right on top of my head. The door then opened and we plunged from great height. My maid was drenched from top to bottom and liting wet her socks. I just wet my hair and jeans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate pizza and spaghetti for lunch. Super expensive but i had never tasted food so nice, i was starving seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures when liting send me the pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-8054105250479124950?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8054105250479124950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=8054105250479124950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/8054105250479124950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/8054105250479124950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-home-from-universal-studios-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-5562609755941422968</id><published>2010-06-23T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:05:56.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so sian that our bus fares won't be 44 cents anymore. There's this new scheme about paying as much as you travel. So because i live far from school, my bus fares gonna increase from 44 to 58 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means i have to top up more oftenly. This sucks. So perhaps I'm switching to concessions.&lt;br /&gt;School is just damn boring. I'm not into&amp;nbsp;the study gear and seeing everyone studying so hard freaks me out. I don't know how people like winifred can write like 4 compos in 2 weeks for Mrs&amp;nbsp;Wong to mark. Her determination is amazing, I guess I can never be like that. I need a life, i need to blog, i need to play computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i'm&amp;nbsp;typing this, my&amp;nbsp;neighbour shouted GOAL!!!!!! for the second time already. Haha, crazy soccer&amp;nbsp;fans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-5562609755941422968?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5562609755941422968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=5562609755941422968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/5562609755941422968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/5562609755941422968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-so-sian-that-our-bus-fares-wont-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-2758145459311846205</id><published>2010-06-20T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T12:34:35.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why but I'm sick again. This totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Alright i'm gonna console myself that this is nothing is compared to HFMD. I had worse hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i had another week to do homework. but shit, need to go back to school on week 4, I totally forgot about it.-.- So i left this sunday to do all my work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoodLuck to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-2758145459311846205?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2758145459311846205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=2758145459311846205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2758145459311846205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2758145459311846205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-know-why-but-im-sick-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-2039157886017082477</id><published>2010-06-17T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:34:27.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't blog lately because i am just too busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to johor again yesterday to watch karate kid. Quite a nice movie and i feel that it's worth $3.30. I wore this new shoe my mother bought but didn't wear, and my feet currently have 1,2,3,4,5,6. 6 blisters.&lt;br /&gt;I had to run to the pharmacy for plasters but they only sell junior plasters. Those really small ones for paper cuts with cartoons on it. Hideous but no choice, my feet is about to bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was shopping again. Thank god i managed to buy a dress or else&amp;nbsp; i'll end up with nothing again. Actually i didn't know it was a dress when i initially see it. I just thought it was a really long shirt LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was nightmare night. I didn't have a good sleep because i had 3 nightmares at one go. Scary!&lt;br /&gt;First one was the whole sec 4 went to taiwan and suddenly there's this earthquake and 190 people died. Kimli and michelle lee from our class died. ( OMG I'm so sorry, i didn't want you to die. Really.) So all of us went back to Singapore immediatedly.&lt;br /&gt;Second one I've forgotten but i remember it's related&amp;nbsp;to my mother dying because i plunged a knife into her heart.&lt;br /&gt;Last one was the scariest. Once i had that dream i had a deja vu. &lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that i was in this surgery room and i was killing someone and removing the brain from his head. I had an accomplice and she was killing 2 people. We didn't get caught for 6 years but we were always tormented by our conscience. Then the police suddenly found the culprit, which was us,and they are chasing us. So we hopped into a car and did the movie-like you chase me i run show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream felt so real i don't even dare to get out of bed when i woke up. i'm afraid the police will come knock my door. LOL, i kept on recalling if i killed someone but i don't remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i know i sound ridiculous but i really woke up at 1pm coz of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-2039157886017082477?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2039157886017082477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=2039157886017082477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2039157886017082477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2039157886017082477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-didnt-blog-lately-because-i-am-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-3450905328923437989</id><published>2010-06-10T02:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T04:13:43.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i woke up with extreme muscle aches on both my hands and legs. Must be the whole lot of walking i've done yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god my brother didn't fall sick. I need lots of courage to bring kenneth out,especially on a rainy day&amp;nbsp;because he is a child and his immune system sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling&amp;nbsp;guilty that i actually brought kenneth to that dangerous construction site. I put him into unnecessary danger. What if he got&amp;nbsp;injured because of my stupidity? I still feel like crap. Anyway, i feel that being mothers suck ttm. Seriously, imagine carrying&amp;nbsp;a baby in&amp;nbsp;that stomach for 9 months, especially since i hardly have any stomach to talk about. I bet my stomach will burst like a balloon when the baby is 4 months old, then both of us die tragically. Put aside the joys of having something growing and kicking in your stomach (which i think is totally disgusting), do you know how heavy isit? What if you fall down then you have a miscarriage? Or the baby's head got dented because of some knock then he/she become mentally retarded forever? (&amp;nbsp;Presuming the amniotic sac failed or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cutting of&amp;nbsp;the less than 2 inches vagina hole to 10cm in length, everything else kicks in. Milk powder, education, love.&amp;nbsp;You have to make sure you have enough for your child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressures on mothers are as huge as my favourite strawberry cake. I just knew it yesterday. You have to make sure&amp;nbsp;your child&amp;nbsp;is safe and sound and&amp;nbsp;not get kidnapped by some random sadistic person out there, and ensure that&amp;nbsp;he grows up to be someone that is both smart and righteous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe mothers always love their children more than their fathers. Alright, i may seem stereotyping. But fathers did not go through childbirth and they do not&amp;nbsp;share that type of connection with their children like how mothers do. And most children love their mothers more because they are forever there for them, switching identities from a parent to a friend from time to time. I bet hardly anyone talk to their dad about their first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;My point is mothers have great responsibilities and&amp;nbsp;they will have&amp;nbsp;to undergo lots&amp;nbsp;of hardships (Especially during childbirth!). Not that fathers don't, but they kinda seem lesser. It sucks, I hate responsibility, and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wished i had a cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a wet blanket. Stupid weather. At least it wasn't a total failed outing because we did managed to fly kites. :)Correction: i didn't manage to fly kites, Kenneth did all the kite-flying. But it was a pleasure to see him happy. &lt;br /&gt;Kenneth went home and tell EVERYTHING that happened to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;Christon was named "Pig Nose", GH the "wear cap one", Liting the "Pink colour shirt one", YR the "blue guy", and Rashid the "Abunana". What i mean by everything means everything. He told my mother that we went to the DUMP. Seriously how to bribe this kind of chatterbox huh? Luckily i haven't buy the 3 Pop pops for him or else i'll end up losing both my money and my secret.&lt;br /&gt;So this is my mother's reaction.&lt;br /&gt;"What? You bring kenneth to the rubbish collection place?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Sorry we just lost our way. It just stink a little."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who i should thank? Me. Because i haven't teach kenneth what and how a construction site looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that guy who vandalised the MRT Train is a downright attention-seeking moron. Please don't say there are no platforms for you to showcase your artistic talents in Singapore. There are loads of walls in Singapore for you to draw and paint whatever you want. The sole reason to why he did this: He wants the whole Singapore to see his beautiful painting because the MRT train goes around the city. Attention seeker now got his own butt on fire.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not against people drawing or painting on MRT trains. They look cool and interesting. But please grow brains and do it through legal ways. You don't&amp;nbsp;want to go "Woohoo! My graffiti&amp;nbsp;is great!" today then get arrested,fined and your "art" being called a vandalism the next.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it's good that SMRT is doing something to improve their security system. I find it incredulous that they only found out the fence was damaged after 2 days. Imagine some terrorist come to plant a bomb under the train and they didn't find out. Almost half of the singapore will die because hello, it's public transport and everyone uses it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE i actually wrote so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-3450905328923437989?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3450905328923437989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=3450905328923437989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/3450905328923437989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/3450905328923437989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-i-woke-up-with-extreme-muscle.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-6559222664410922709</id><published>2010-06-05T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T02:03:38.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a long day today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with some MBTI profiling. I took a long time to answer the questions because i don't even plan things because i just KNEW they will not go as planned. The questions nearly repeat and repeat so it was damn boring. The speaker is&amp;nbsp;not that interesting&amp;nbsp;because his jokes were not that funny and he kept on repeating ( must be the bad memory). Oh and i'm not really interested in his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Mr Robbins is a competent repeater, he ate into our lunch break and shatter&amp;nbsp;my dream of going to Mos Burger. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we had career talks and we basically just listen about what people say about their professions. I think it's quite interesting, but after listening i still don't have a career in mind, so that's kinda sad. Dining-in was fun, did quite a lot of cam-whoring and tired eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can die eating with my right-hand. Really, total torture. I don't understand why we must eat rice with a fork. Please, i don't know how to stick rice to that tooth-like cutlery. I tried and i only managed to stick 4 grains on it and if that goes on I'm going to be the last to finish. I even gave up eating the glazed carrots,peas,corn and beans ( which is just mixed vege you usually cook with fried rice actually)&amp;nbsp;because i'm not as talented as Ida Ong. So my knife ended up my spoon.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least, i'm not a prawn cutter, i cannot cut prawns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended when all the guest-of-honour left and the whole class did a long Yum-Seng. I have this sudden feeling as if I'm finally freed from the jail. LOL! Taking off&amp;nbsp;the pretentious "cheers!!!" mask, an asian "Yum-Seng" was so much of my style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-6559222664410922709?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6559222664410922709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=6559222664410922709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6559222664410922709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6559222664410922709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-long-day-today-we-start-with-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-7356705124445695390</id><published>2010-06-02T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:55:14.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm pretty busy these days because NEOPETS is just SO FUN!&lt;br /&gt;Who cares that they are created zillion of years ago? Fun things can be played for a zillion years!&lt;br /&gt;I love the games freaky factory, extreme potato counter, Chia Bomber.... etc etc etc!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother dragged me to Johor today because kenneth has myopia at an age of 4 and she isn't free enough to bring him to the eye specialist. So I'm supposed to bring Kenneth to the doctor; but apparently the doctor has no confidence in me and kept on asking me when my mother is coming back so that he can explain the conditions of kenneth to her. &lt;br /&gt;In the end, my mother was so late that he needed to explain to me. He repeated at least 5 times and i instantly feel like a retard. Yes, i know that kenneth has basically no problems and i need to tell my mother that. Understood.&amp;nbsp;SUCK ok, i was so embarrassed i even told him," Er, yes. I know kenneth has no problems. You don't need to keep&amp;nbsp;repeating." Rude but if he repeats another time I'm gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAP&amp;nbsp;is goddamn boring. REALLY. I utterly hate it to the core. Chemistry is boring, bio is boring, everything is boring. I hope i can just go back to sleep every morning. There's dining-in on Friday, hope that i'm fortunate enough to sit with a girl rather than a boy or even some Caucasian. Oh, how am i going to eat with my right hand? It's as hard as eating with your feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-7356705124445695390?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7356705124445695390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=7356705124445695390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7356705124445695390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7356705124445695390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-pretty-busy-these-days-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-4259441094104991764</id><published>2010-05-24T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:18:29.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Liting's funny. She made me want to learn swimming with her. But too bad I can float and i can't grab hunks. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to remove the donnie yen's photo later so that Liting can visit my blog again. She is afraid that her mother would think she is visiting some pornography blog. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mother tongue again. Watched a movie called Forrest Gump, very inspirational and interesting. I'm going to watch bai wan da ge xin now, buhbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-4259441094104991764?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4259441094104991764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=4259441094104991764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/4259441094104991764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/4259441094104991764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/05/litings-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-8038993072656993292</id><published>2010-05-22T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T22:22:02.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was boring. Yawn... I tried reading Math Olympiad notes for 10 mins then immediatedly decided that it was from another planet. Crazy, so difficult, only aliens can understand. Just not mathematically-inclined, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going mad. Whenever i blast the heater in the toilet, i think about thermistors. &lt;br /&gt;ANW, i hate the silviu ino&amp;amp;*^* guy.I can't spell his name, but seriously, stupid hit-and-run driver. Didn't even dare to admit to his mistakes. Even claim that someone stole his car&amp;nbsp;so he is innocent.-.- I'm glad that&amp;nbsp;the Singapore government is charging him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother wants to use computer already, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-8038993072656993292?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8038993072656993292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=8038993072656993292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/8038993072656993292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/8038993072656993292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-was-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-2759141517364389002</id><published>2010-05-21T19:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T19:43:39.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;For liting, here is your request of donnie yen's near-naked picture. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S_Zvr5N0wWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ip1RLhVds00/s1600/donnie_yen_underwear_ad2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S_Zvr5N0wWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ip1RLhVds00/s400/donnie_yen_underwear_ad2.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's scary, i kinda freaked out. I think he can squash me dead. I prefer him in his Kungfu dress, really.&amp;nbsp;Wait, he looks like.. he has a big. C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today is friday. Alright, duh. I didn't manage to find Mdm Riza cause' she was out for some competition thing, so I'm going to suffer 2 more day of mental ordeal. :(. I hope people will stop getting so pissed off because i was worried for my CCA. Because you people who gets A will not understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, time to watch TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-2759141517364389002?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2759141517364389002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=2759141517364389002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2759141517364389002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2759141517364389002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-liting-here-is-your-request-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S_Zvr5N0wWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ip1RLhVds00/s72-c/donnie_yen_underwear_ad2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-6493754333094558170</id><published>2010-05-20T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:31:58.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My CCA points suck shit. I emo-ed the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;I had Intensive MT again-.- Mr Liu was funny but he kinda embarrassed me just now. Oh nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just messaged Mdm Riza in Facebook and she calls me to go find her tomorrow. Luckily she was nice to me or else i wouldn't know who to go to. She has the reputation of scary and fierce so it's fortunate that she's willing to help me, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope for the better for tomorrow. ARGH, life sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-6493754333094558170?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6493754333094558170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=6493754333094558170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6493754333094558170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6493754333094558170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-cca-points-suck-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-8688926117378281051</id><published>2010-05-19T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:23:57.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S_UuB2kSRmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/i9XddLK8vGU/s1600/DSC04132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S_UuB2kSRmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/i9XddLK8vGU/s320/DSC04132.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S_U2WypMheI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/igqvfyYIL68/s1600/DSC04133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S_U2WypMheI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/igqvfyYIL68/s320/DSC04133.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S_PQi1Nn0rI/AAAAAAAAAQs/r_qgl6D9B5M/s1600/RashidJanet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S_PQi1Nn0rI/AAAAAAAAAQs/r_qgl6D9B5M/s400/RashidJanet.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to science centre today to create glowing bacteria. Not very fun, I'm not a science person. Nearly doze off while miss clare&amp;nbsp;was showing the video because i stayed up late last night to read Picoult's book. The bus ride to Science center was funny because Rashid got molested. I'm so sorry, but i'm also a victim because he touched my head just now.ARGH. I can imagine how many times he use&amp;nbsp;that hands of his to rub his body parts. Ugg, sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-8688926117378281051?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8688926117378281051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=8688926117378281051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/8688926117378281051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/8688926117378281051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/05/science-center.html' title='Science Center'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S_UuB2kSRmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/i9XddLK8vGU/s72-c/DSC04132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-1465160615586201827</id><published>2010-05-18T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:07:56.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the first day of intensive MT lessons...</title><content type='html'>I'm half-dead. Intensive MT lessons can't get more boring. I can't even describe the extent of boredom. Although the teacher may be quite funny at times, he used 3 hr +++ to go through one passage. I totally can die because all i see is descriptions of the garden but it ended up the author was describing his feelings about..... i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going to be hard for the next few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm undergoing major hibernation and i've just started reading my sister's keeper which i think is quite interesting. If i was Anna i would never know what i should do. Help my sister or suffer all the pain i don't deserve? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this person in Facebook who is maligning me. I was actually pissed when i first saw it because her untrue statement resulted in more comments than i expected. Luckily not many was involved or i'm so going to cook her. Some people are just so lame they misunderstand people and make it sound that they are morally right. Oh you shouldn't do this if you don't want people to do this to you. Er, I didn't even do that in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I'm not going to allow wrinkles to appear on my face because of her. Forever 12!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the fight in Thailand is really serious. I don't really know what's happening but i think it was about political problems. I don't know much so don't trust my information. But i find it really funny why they can't just sit down and settle problems and need to have blood split everywhere and create a whole lot of nuisance. It's quite irritating to see Bangkok in the news everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-1465160615586201827?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1465160615586201827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=1465160615586201827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1465160615586201827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1465160615586201827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/05/after-first-day-of-intensive-mt-lessons.html' title='After the first day of intensive MT lessons...'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-642024870855869988</id><published>2010-05-17T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:13:07.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I failed EL compre again, why am i so stupid?&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others were quite Ok, managed to get at least an A for all things except combined humans ( absent so eggs) and english.-.- Most probably scrap past with a C6 i think.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go watch SNSD again, and listen to Oh! buffalaxed so i can laugh another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-642024870855869988?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/642024870855869988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=642024870855869988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/642024870855869988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/642024870855869988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-failed-el-compre-again-why-am-i-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-6429125926597216271</id><published>2010-05-16T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T13:14:17.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smokers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You know i totally cannot stand smokers. Why are there stupid people out there who smokes to destroy their own body? They even destroy non-smokers lungs by producing second-hand smoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But whatever. If you smokers want to die early why not go home and smoke instead of producing second-hand smoke everywhere you go? Don't blow your smoke everywhere lah! Damn smelly can a not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bangala and china man smokes outside my house so frequently that it's driving me crazy. Seriously, they lived just beside me why can't they go back to their house or at least stand outside their own house to smoke?What? My house has better scenery isit? Everytime they smoke i feel an impulse to go out&amp;nbsp;of the house and shout the F word at them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sometimes i hope the government will send them to mercury and let them get burnt to dead. Or let's just put them into a vacuum and let's see how they smoke without oxygen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Alright here is something to cheer up my day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-99HfW3j4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/DDsAiBowWe0/s1600/snsd11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-99HfW3j4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/DDsAiBowWe0/s400/snsd11.jpg" width="346" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My pretty Yuri, she's winking at me! I'm gawking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-9-4GRM2MI/AAAAAAAAAQo/uzscTLxGl54/s1600/snsd1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-9-4GRM2MI/AAAAAAAAAQo/uzscTLxGl54/s400/snsd1.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much prettier than soo young please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-6429125926597216271?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6429125926597216271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=6429125926597216271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6429125926597216271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6429125926597216271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/05/smokers.html' title='Smokers'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-99HfW3j4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/DDsAiBowWe0/s72-c/snsd11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-7735342860799087550</id><published>2010-05-15T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T19:57:22.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-6K6ZO0MMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7doMcGPI46k/s1600/tumblr_l1zm1uNx0h1qakry2o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-6K6ZO0MMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7doMcGPI46k/s320/tumblr_l1zm1uNx0h1qakry2o1_400.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this from rashid's blog. Thought it was really cute and funny so i just posted it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll blog during school days because i totally didn't do anything today except listening to SNSD ( Yes i know i sounded like a pervertic chi kor bei that gawks at Yuri but whatever!) and blogging. Ok, so I'll see you on monday! Class end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-7735342860799087550?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7735342860799087550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=7735342860799087550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7735342860799087550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7735342860799087550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-stole-this-from-rashids-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-6K6ZO0MMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7doMcGPI46k/s72-c/tumblr_l1zm1uNx0h1qakry2o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-4860551841456826002</id><published>2010-05-14T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T23:50:51.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Went to watch Ip Man 2 at Iluma today. Haha, it was totally great, stirred up lots of emotions. I was so worried that the Fatso die but in the end he still died. The movie was worth the crazily expensive price so watch it if you can! Donnie yen rox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing the movie, we headed for National Library when i saw a really handsome guy. Gosh, he looks like a hollywood star and his boots were constantly making this clicking sound. He was so good-looking i almost felt a force to run forward and get his signature. When he walked away i asked liting if she saw the handsome guy and she said she was looking at the car. HAHAHA, eternal regret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i picked up some camwhoring skills from GH but i guess i was FAR from perfection. I mean i'm not cute in the first place so acting cute only made me looked worse. Hehe! After that we had a really long walk to Esplanade area and we took a picture with the "sky-line".seriously i'm so noobie i didn't know what the heck is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-1vmiyTrNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/g85mOegZY5U/s1600/tumblr_l2exxuuddd1qafggi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-1vmiyTrNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/g85mOegZY5U/s400/tumblr_l2exxuuddd1qafggi.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-1vnmt3_DI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/quhjERmUfYI/s1600/tumblr_l2ey6cKDAu1qafggi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-1vnmt3_DI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/quhjERmUfYI/s400/tumblr_l2ey6cKDAu1qafggi.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Outside the library. I remember i did some pathetic jump shots over here but i&amp;nbsp;looked like a&amp;nbsp;flying chicken so better don't post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-1votf4PMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/1UMXpPNtinM/s1600/tumblr_l2ey7rFRBi1qafggi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-1votf4PMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/1UMXpPNtinM/s400/tumblr_l2ey7rFRBi1qafggi.jpg" width="298" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the skyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-1vqrkkflI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WCVExXrhtz8/s1600/tumblr_l2ezuube5h1qafggi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-1vqrkkflI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WCVExXrhtz8/s400/tumblr_l2ezuube5h1qafggi.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Take 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-1vj01AiJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/og-CzxBa0_Q/s1600/HuiJieJanet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-1vj01AiJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/og-CzxBa0_Q/s400/HuiJieJanet.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My failed camwhore kiss with Huijie but NEVERMIND.-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-4860551841456826002?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4860551841456826002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=4860551841456826002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/4860551841456826002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/4860551841456826002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/05/went-to-watch-ip-man-2-at-iluma-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-1vmiyTrNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/g85mOegZY5U/s72-c/tumblr_l2exxuuddd1qafggi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-8974945735212706672</id><published>2010-05-14T03:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T03:47:10.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I need to tell you that i hate insomia. I feel so empty inside ( not my heart is my stomach!) that i think i cannot sleep. And seriously, whatever i organise flops. Because i always went on telling and suggesting people different things to do and when i really pop out the question only one or two supports it and i end up cancelling the whole thing because there are not enough people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am really bad at organizing. Don't call me organize stuff anymore. So Depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, can someone tell me some ways to polish up lying skills? I just lied to my mother that i've eaten the apple on the table but i didn't. I think she found out instantly that i was lying.&lt;br /&gt;AND PLEASE TAG. My blog is so lonely nobody reads it except me. I even tell genghao and siying to read and tag just now because noone's tagging and that's so sad because it tells me that i'm super unpopular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Benefit of GH this is red-grained rice-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-xWmVBDr7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/-YNfMn4xKgg/s1600/red-rice.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-xWmVBDr7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/-YNfMn4xKgg/s320/red-rice.gif" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please imagine it in porridge form.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-8974945735212706672?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8974945735212706672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=8974945735212706672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/8974945735212706672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/8974945735212706672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-need-to-tell-you-that-i-hate-insomia.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XEn-btTp04/S-xWmVBDr7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/-YNfMn4xKgg/s72-c/red-rice.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-6966685971378351781</id><published>2010-05-13T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T16:21:21.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS I HATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1) SUGARCANE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the most horrifying food ever. Everyone who knows me knows how much my stomach turns when i see sugarcane. It starts like a childhood nightmare. I was chewing the sugarcane and the strands of it ended up in my throat. I nearly choked to death and i vomitted like there was no tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;Sugarcane&amp;nbsp;haunts&amp;nbsp;people forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) PORRIDGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? Try eating PLAIN PORRIDGE for one whole week and you will grow so sick of it. No, why not you imagine red-grained porridge? My mother was so health-consicous that she only imports "healthy-rice" home. I mean,c'mon, it doesn't&amp;nbsp;taste that bad&amp;nbsp;when&amp;nbsp;you eat it in&amp;nbsp;dry form but it certainly taste like crap when you make it watery. It looks just like faeces from an unhealthy&amp;nbsp;person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;3) TANGYUANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tangyuans are like flour+water+no egg. So what you get isn't a nice strawberry cake with hello kitty prints on it but a pile of really slimy wet flour. EEKS. Imagine rubbing them into spherical balls and boiling them with some sugar liquid. Disgusting, just like eating plain flour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;4) ABALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagination: Yes! The best food carnivores yearn for! The juicy liquids fires out with every bite and the meat is so springy!! &lt;br /&gt;Fact: Err ok, it was quite springy because it was made of rubberband and nope, no juicy liquids flying out, it was actually quite dry and i have difficulty swallowing it. And why is that pile of rubberband so expensive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) CHILLI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand. Chilli scalds and burns your tongue and isn't good for the stomach. It is ironic to see people queueing for Tom Yam noodles every tuesday. I just hate chilli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;6) THE RICE UNDER THE SUSHI MEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mother buys sushi, i always end up eating the meat and leaving the rice there. So i get scolded always and now i go for sashimi instead of sushi because i just can't stand the rice. It taste really sticky and there is this pinch of sweetness in it. Seriously, it taste funny when rice become sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for the day! Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-6966685971378351781?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6966685971378351781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=6966685971378351781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6966685971378351781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/6966685971378351781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-i-hate.html' title='THINGS I HATE'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-1339780944807095001</id><published>2010-05-12T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:25:59.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes!Tomorrow is the last day! But i'm not really looking forward to it because it's bio and i can't really study these days. I'll get distracted easily and then nothing actually goes in.&lt;br /&gt;I hope Mrs Pong will not be in the staff room tomorrow because she say to find her after i finished all papers to do the emath paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the thought of getting zero for combined humanities sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind about all those negative thoughts, life goes on:)&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'm going to write a hatelist of all my "hated-food.".&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to talk about Porridge. Today my grandma cooked porridge again so i told her i took my lunch in school and I'm already very full. I'm such a big liar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-1339780944807095001?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1339780944807095001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=1339780944807095001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1339780944807095001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1339780944807095001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/05/yestomorrow-is-last-day-but-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-9149517496181996657</id><published>2010-05-09T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T17:58:06.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry i didn't blog because i was busy getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;What luck, sick during exam period.&lt;br /&gt;So i missed the SS Paper and&amp;nbsp;Emath Paper 1. And then i will miss&amp;nbsp;Egeog and Emath paper 2 tomorrow because i'm still bloody sick.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll go back to the doctor for review and ask her if i can go back to school already. Or elses I'm going to miss Amath paper 2 and the science papers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, no retake. Suck the life out of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-9149517496181996657?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/9149517496181996657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=9149517496181996657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/9149517496181996657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/9149517496181996657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/05/sorry-i-didnt-blog-because-i-was-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-5462998095313019271</id><published>2010-04-23T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T16:56:19.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I screwed up my Geog Test. Just hope i passed then.&amp;nbsp; :(&lt;br /&gt;These days i just tend to screw up EVERYTHING. Argh, NVM, whatever. I don't dream to be some extraordinary person anyway. All i want is grow up normally, get a normal job&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;not die of cancer/die after 60.&lt;br /&gt;Mid-year exam's coming. It's quite stressed because I'm so preoccupied with all the tests and exams and i just don't have enough time for the 3 sciences and 2 maths. What pissed me off the most is that no matter how much i studied for tests, i just can't do well. One best example is stupid geog test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE GEOG 4EVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-5462998095313019271?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5462998095313019271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=5462998095313019271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/5462998095313019271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/5462998095313019271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-screwed-up-my-geog-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-5337225532406881867</id><published>2010-04-21T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:16:35.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Die le die le.&lt;br /&gt;I finished my 2 tubs of haagen daaz already. If my mother finds out, I'm so going down. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be deprived of ice-cream my WHOLE LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;Shit, should i put the empty tubs back in the fridge? I don't think she would open and see if there's still ice-cream inside.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had chem SPA. quite ok except that our teacher ( Linda Toh) seemed to be chewing gum all the time. She looked like someone had just stepped her toes, and wherever she goes a dark cloud looms behind. Scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-5337225532406881867?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5337225532406881867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=5337225532406881867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/5337225532406881867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/5337225532406881867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/04/die-le-die-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-4293200890849804588</id><published>2010-04-13T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:19:35.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH TOMORROW GOT BIO SPA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freakin' scared.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine is NOT going to be beside me this time around and I'm going to be all alone at the long table. So that means i cannot see what she is doing and i cannot see what other people is doing! So suay at the first row!&lt;br /&gt;Alright by right you shouldn't see anyone but of course will see see to confirm a while right. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is going to shoot out already. OMFG. Sudden panic attack. I need to go have lunch now because i didn't have breakfast and recess. I nearly forget to have lunch because I'm not feeling hungry at all. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BuhBye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-4293200890849804588?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4293200890849804588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=4293200890849804588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/4293200890849804588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/4293200890849804588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/04/argh-tomorrow-got-bio-spa.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-523836808214280517</id><published>2010-04-10T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:07:08.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My legs hurt so much that i can barely work. I am officially bed-ridden. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was bored but this random person added me on MSN and started saying this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;kelleoshell09@hotmail.com &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*looking for mr. right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chia Le&amp;nbsp; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*Huh, who are you? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;kelleoshell09@hotmail.com &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*i'm 21/f your a male right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chia Le&amp;nbsp; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*Yeah, male. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelleoshell09@hotmail.com &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*nice, I just got off work and finally got some time to relax which site did i msg you from again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chia Le &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*I have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;kelleoshell09@hotmail.com &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*I am a little busy right now, trying to upload some new pics if ya wanna check them out go http://www.freecamlink.net/hbqu tell me what ya think :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chia Le &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelleoshell09@hotmail.com&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;* I know a way we can chat and have a better time.. do you cam? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chia Le &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*I'm a little shy. can we chat first? i want to know a little bit more bout' you before we start caming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelleoshell09@hotmail.com:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;* Well i don't do yahoo cam or any other cam because i have been recorded before... But i do know one site you can watch me on cam, that assures me no one records... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chia Le &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*BUT i really do want to know more about you. not through seeing you on some lame CAMS of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;kelleoshell09@hotmail.com&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*I mean... Do you want to see me on my cam? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chia Le &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*Fine.Yes. but not from some stupid site. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;kelleoshell09@hotmail.com &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*Ok go to http://www.freecamlink.net/a2u4u and click on "JOIN FOR FREE" orange button at the top of the page to join up for FREE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chia Le &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*Hey, are you like....... mentally stupid? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelleoshell09@hotmail.com &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*fill out your contact information and then on the next page... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chia Le &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*Because here i am saying something to you and there you are pasting some LINKS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;kelleoshell09@hotmail.com &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*fill out your cc info baby for verification ONLY, their card will not be charged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chia Le&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;* Hey you girl, please F off and die thnks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;kelleoshell09@hotmail.com:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*What color Panties do you think i should wear? i might have you favorite color here somewhere... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chia Le said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like rainbow colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelleoshell09@hotmail.com said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your such a good boy, i'm gonna show you what good boys deserve.. you can tell me to do anything you want me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chia Le said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please add lace and a minnie mouse picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelleoshell09@hotmail.com said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let me know when you get in so I can invite you directly to my cam, you should get some minutes from my cam site so you can spend time with me sexy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chia Le said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I'm going to surprise you with this. I just forgotten that i've changed my sex and became a female.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i decided that I'm too bored with all the playing so i blocked her. LOL.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-523836808214280517?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/523836808214280517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=523836808214280517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/523836808214280517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/523836808214280517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-legs-hurt-so-much-that-i-can-barely.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-7043417820715264091</id><published>2010-04-02T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T18:33:17.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, i'm a meanie. I read Yiren's blog post about TSH and i laughed. Mr greeny Heng and Small boobs. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye's slightly better ( Not as swollen as the nipple-eye) but i have 2 ulcers in my mouth and it sucks. The fridge is packed with kinder joy and whenever i open the fridge&amp;nbsp;i CAN'T eat.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Good Friday and no school. I didn't go to the easter thing because my eye's still swollen and I'm uterrly bored to death. And i can't mug, i just can't. i opened the amath TB to do HW and i feel like sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-7043417820715264091?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7043417820715264091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=7043417820715264091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7043417820715264091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/7043417820715264091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/04/haha-im-meanie.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-1837862449098608928</id><published>2010-03-29T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:27:02.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>srsly, my eyeball hurts. when i touched, it felt like a blue-black( You know orh chey.). Whenever i blink, there will be this slight pain that gets really irritating after some time. Does anyone know what the heck is it? Cause i asked my maid and i really don't believe her, she said there was a pimple in my eye-.-&lt;br /&gt;So i replied her," Next time I'll find a pimple on your armpit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was just the usual. &lt;br /&gt;Dorcas is just so lame. I took her pen and she went to tell teacher, like a teacher's pet.-.-&lt;br /&gt;So the teacher called us childish and called me to give her pen back. ARGH, BABY GIRL. She called me bastard child after that so i threatened to tell the teacher. She was super afraid because there is meets-the-parents-session later and she don't want Mrs wee to tell her parents she called someone a bastard child. Dorcas was nearly on her knees so I spent the CME lesson sitting there like a royal princess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all! Actually i just blog to complain about my eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-1837862449098608928?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1837862449098608928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=1837862449098608928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1837862449098608928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1837862449098608928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/03/srsly-my-eyeball-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-4252456685457004353</id><published>2010-03-27T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:48:34.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coinicidence</title><content type='html'>I went to marine parade library to return kenneth's books as well as borrow some. ( i took 3 only because my bag was too heavy)&lt;br /&gt;It was a super duper coincidence that i saw rashid at the library. We did not make any arrangements to study at the library together but rashid apparentally asked Christon and GengHao out to study together. Since i was free for the day and i also have some maths in my bag, i did my math HW with them. The revision booklet was super hard, i didn't know how to do 6 questions out of the 8 questions i do.&lt;br /&gt;Christon is my super mentor because he solved alot of questions i don't know. Anyway, he bang into the dustbin just now and all the rubbish poured out, making this big cling-cang hoo-ha because the bin's made of metal. LOL. Everyone's looking at him and i nearly died from surpressing my laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-4252456685457004353?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4252456685457004353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=4252456685457004353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/4252456685457004353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/4252456685457004353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/03/coinicidence.html' title='Coinicidence'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-4294102897520181082</id><published>2010-03-27T00:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:53:11.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JASPER'S LIVING IN A PALACE.</title><content type='html'>We went to Pasir Ris park to play today. I think my backbone's gonna break. I don't know why, it's super duper painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Jasper's house today and the location's super ULU! It's basically those kind of place where you can never survive without a car. There's only one Royal bus to connect to the rest of the world-403. It comes&amp;nbsp;in intervals of 25 mins. Nearly drived me crazy with all the waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;JASPER'S HOUSE IS A PALACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; LOL, OMG. It's huge and so pretty!&amp;nbsp;I wanna be&amp;nbsp;jasper's sister or mother or father or maid!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I don't want to be a maid. I'll die from the cleaning. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway i finally managed to read Heidi again. I lost that book! Luckily i still have the Goldilocks one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After putting our bags at the palace, we headed for pasir ris park. we became 10 years younger and started playing at the playground. I missed the swings!! Alright, I'm ALWAYS YOUNG. &lt;br /&gt;I chionged to Bugis for my new pair of glasses and i nearly died from all the running. The auntie was already locking the door when i arrived but luckily she was kind enough to open her shop again to give me my glasses. &lt;br /&gt;I forced my mother to buy a cake for me because the strawberry cheese cake acts like a Janet- Magnet. I asked for only one candle ( Please don't ask me why I didn't ask for 16!) and then we celebrated my birthday the usual way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth was really pissed off when he realised it was my birthday and not his. He cried, snorted, and gave me a kick in my butt. Jealous like don't know what! So in the end, the birthday song was dedicated to Kenneth, the candle was&amp;nbsp;blown by kenneth, and the cake was also cut by kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I only wanted to celebrate my birthday because i want the strawberry cheese cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm going to bed now and I'm going to dream that I'm sleeping in Jasper's house. I wanna live in a palace! Anyway, thanks to whoever-who-bought-it for the ice-cream!! It's still undergoing major&amp;nbsp;re-freezing in the freezer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-4294102897520181082?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4294102897520181082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=4294102897520181082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/4294102897520181082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/4294102897520181082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-went-to-pasir-ris-park-to-play-today.html' title='JASPER&apos;S LIVING IN A PALACE.'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-1466260743820857865</id><published>2010-03-22T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T18:32:49.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll curse that person who stole my phone.&lt;br /&gt;He will die of a terrible death with his limbs flying all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;Sucker shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother gave me a thrashing down for losing the phone. Basically, i left it in the bag with my wallet at tampines stadium. It was quite near where we practice, but when i came back, the phone's missing and the wallet's still there. I don't know i should be thankful anot, because the wallet worth much more than the phone and i have my IC, LIBRARY CARD, POPULAR CARD, EZ-LINK CARD,CASHCARD (80DOLLARS) AND 47 DOLLARS CASH INSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i should be thankful. What? Make IC ALL over again?&lt;br /&gt;Luckily he stole my phone instead of my wallet, or I'll kill myself. Once i lost my wallet i use coins to take public transport for half a year ( which is very troublesome), and i cannot borrow books with my ez-link anymore. &lt;br /&gt;But the fucker still sucks. ZERO INTEGRITY. That phone is new ok! Where am i going to get another phone? I don't have the face to call my mother buy a new one for me again, so I'm going to be cut of all contacts for don't know how long.&lt;br /&gt;So people, if there are old phones that you don't want, can you please donate to me? I don't mind it being old ( See old then people won't steal), but just make sure it's working. &lt;br /&gt;Please please i need donations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-1466260743820857865?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1466260743820857865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=1466260743820857865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1466260743820857865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1466260743820857865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/03/ill-curse-that-person-who-stole-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-1100415314012042746</id><published>2010-03-21T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:41:03.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, I am watching this charity show and it brought me to tears. I don't know, the charity show just stirred my emotions. It's fascinating to see how brave people can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a very disgusting old man in the bus just now. He was splitting his phlegm all around in the bus. I was standing behind him&amp;nbsp;and suddenly his phlegm just stuck to the wall. Then he use the bus ticket to&lt;strong&gt; floss&lt;/strong&gt; his teeth. After his teeth was "cleaned", he threw the bus ticket on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;The bus was eternally polluted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i wanna go watch my TV now. My idol's singing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-1100415314012042746?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1100415314012042746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=1100415314012042746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1100415314012042746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1100415314012042746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/03/alright-i-am-watching-this-charity-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-1645737641072539432</id><published>2010-03-18T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:25:56.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, I'm back from the camp, and 2 days of 2 hours of math olmypiad. Felt utterly great that i survived to torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math olympiad is super duper boring. If there is one person out there that looks and sounds like an avatar, it would be the balding old man- the teacher. Alright, i'll admit that I'm never a math person, and the teacher and I were just no friends.&lt;br /&gt;Ooops, math olympiad may not be that boring. The teacher is quite interesting, he didn't zip his pants. The zip length was, well, as long as my fingers. I had fun staring at his crotch and his underwear colour ( blue) and laughing at him. We even beg Jasper to go toilet with him so i can stop giggling and staring.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christon and Jasper took off my shoes just now. I became a Cinderella, only that i didn't lose just one but both shoes.&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of the media camp, i saw the Wushu performance and i was fascinated. Wow, winifred is so strong, she can balance with one leg! Huiyi's best, she split her legs so easily like nobody business! Christon looks like a monkey with his jing gu bang! HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;I am a weakling old women with backaches everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i hate this person called K.During the camp,&amp;nbsp;i went out during the movie to have a drink because i don't like the blasting sound( it's making my head split), and while buying my drink, i saw huijie and had a small chat with her. This K then came up and said sarcastically," Enjoying yourself?"&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand. Why can i buy a drink? There is no serious business. The members are watching a movie, so i came out to drink. What's the prob?&lt;br /&gt;I really think Mr K is freaking proud just because he is a leader. So what? It's not like you have a lot of powers and is the god of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grab chances to insult me with his utter stinking mouth. He harp on the past like nobody's business and while I'm trying to forgive and forget how he screamed at me the other time, he tear the healing wound all over again. He sucks, he sucks my shit.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a scardy cat. I only dare to get pissed off all over again here, and i didn't dare to smack him in the face right then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and Forget. Not that easy if he doesn't help. Serves him right for being hated on by many. who called him to throw his temper at people anytime anywhere, and who called him to bully other people just because he is just a leader. Can't believe we were once friends. I guess he just changed once he had that little bit of power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-1645737641072539432?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1645737641072539432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=1645737641072539432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1645737641072539432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1645737641072539432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/03/alright-im-back-from-camp-and-2-days-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-2949596147305169551</id><published>2010-03-16T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:56:58.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The thought of having camp tomorrow from 8 to 7.30pm tomorrow SUX. god, there goes 2 days of my precious march holiday. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have math olmypiad tomorrow. Math olmypiad is the MOST boring lesson in the entire universe. The teacher can teach one question for like 20 mins. And please, if they want us to concentrate during the lesson, they should get someone that looks like Jerry Yan instead of a balding old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I should be happy that there is no overnight stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the library today to return kenneth's storybooks because he had a fever. His books weigh like gold, i don't know why all children books must be hardcover. The words so little, but the mass so big.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i'm going to go youtube now. And i'm gonna go listen to that song called baby and try to understand why everyone's going crazy over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-2949596147305169551?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2949596147305169551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=2949596147305169551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2949596147305169551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/2949596147305169551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/03/thought-of-having-camp-tomorrow-from-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045564707824098260.post-1472826734380436033</id><published>2010-03-15T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T17:29:06.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bravery pills NOW.</title><content type='html'>Mr lim just called and he say he want to come back "home". And bring kenneth to malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Over my dead body. I'm never letting your dirty feet step into my sparkle-clean house. Oh yes, if you want to bring kenneth to malaysia and let him see&amp;nbsp;you caress some ugly fat bitch, you're so gonna kill me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i didn't snap at him earlier is- i want to make life easier for my mother. If&amp;nbsp;he is in a good mood he will perhaps give us more money right?? HAHAHA, I WAS EFFING WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;So now i find no reason&amp;nbsp;to not snap at him. He is making our life so miserable by being such a hyprocrite- calling and acting like he was concerned of us and say things like he want to bring kenneth and me to malaysia. Errr seriously, who want to go malaysia and see your bulldog face?? I rather stay at home and watch my jerry&amp;nbsp;yan, you hyprocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, i was&amp;nbsp;not hating him actually. My emotions&amp;nbsp;used to be more " I don't care." But seeing him&amp;nbsp;fake concern, making our life difficult,&amp;nbsp;i hoped he die immediatedly. Might as well send the food he consumed to the african children.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i know saying this will perhaps send me to hell. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045564707824098260-1472826734380436033?l=janerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1472826734380436033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045564707824098260&amp;postID=1472826734380436033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1472826734380436033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045564707824098260/posts/default/1472826734380436033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janerd.blogspot.com/2010/03/bravery-pills-now.html' title='bravery pills NOW.'/><author><name>Janet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17663741024044284786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
