<?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-13463312</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:10:10.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-668777570163159867</id><published>2007-06-21T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T08:11:28.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.englandrox.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.englandrox.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-668777570163159867?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/668777570163159867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=668777570163159867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/668777570163159867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/668777570163159867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/06/www.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-3383820450515801034</id><published>2007-05-19T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T00:50:30.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes?</title><content type='html'>YAY!! The june holidays are here. But really upset bout my results though.&lt;br /&gt;cuz they all stink.&lt;br /&gt;like crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random stuff:we're going to new parks hotel to celebrate my mums bdae!!! omg rocks the buffet at the hotel!! i went there for my bdae too and the food is fab man. I'm gonna be stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somethin wrong with blogger btw, cant change font size, color etc.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, oh shit i forgot wad i wanna say already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't remember. nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies to tags: qian: hi! lol&lt;br /&gt;phoebe : hi yutanyeolim&lt;br /&gt;yeewei: hello! =)&lt;br /&gt;jolene: yeah! and i'll beat u at daytona all over again XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-3383820450515801034?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/3383820450515801034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=3383820450515801034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/3383820450515801034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/3383820450515801034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/05/yes.html' title='Yes?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-5921299767364764218</id><published>2007-04-06T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:51:06.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday!!</title><content type='html'>Good Friday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you go to church??&lt;br /&gt;Did you go to church YESTERDAY? which is Montly Thursday?? ( not sure bout the montly spelling,its not monthly)&lt;br /&gt; MONT-LEE THERS DAY&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to church on SUNDAY?? which is EASTER?? which is also....................???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-5921299767364764218?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/5921299767364764218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=5921299767364764218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/5921299767364764218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/5921299767364764218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-7269039635758865119</id><published>2007-04-02T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T02:50:46.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just</title><content type='html'>Just realized im damn obvious. damn obvious abt you know who. haih.. I'm very mean leh. do u think i'm mean? =( sad. its not nice being a mean person, even tho the person i dont like i think is quite mean to me sometimes. but its like if im mean to a person for very long i feel so sad la. I think part of the reason why the class doesnt really like her is because of you know what, but she can't control the you know what. then her mean-ness is only directed towards me, and its not as if she's evil all the time you know. I admit sometimes i feel that like ew she shouldnt do this or that, or she should bathe longer or whatever. I dont like my current situation so i try to get as far away from it as possible but there's always conscience saying u shouldnt do this u shouldnt do that cuz she's much worse off than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih i duno la. so many problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as everybody knows. Midyearexams are coming!!! Study!! but always i cant find time to study im like always watching shows on tv or switching on the computer and what not. And wasting my time like im wasting my time now. tomorrow got yan yu lor. i have to study or be dead.  and theres this transformation test on wednesday!! so fast!! i haven't studied yet. u know i'm so afraid that i'll do badly for mid years or olvl or wadever because studies is the only hope ive got. If you're bloody rich and everything u can afford not to study cuz maybe ur parents can send u overseas or let u pursue ur education in a private college or learning instituiton or wadever. But like my only hope is studies la. if i dont do well for this, i have no hope already. Im like some talentless loser can. i cant do anyting i dont know how to do anything i suck at everything and anything i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i think the schools should just stop giving us tests already. Stop giving us tests and stuff and then we can concentrate studying for mid year if they just keep piling us with lame shit tests and whatever by the time i start studying it will be like the day before mid year or something. I really really really really really really dont want to get bad grades anymore leh. im sick of all the bad results already. i hate bad results la. i look at it right, u think im okay with it but actually im terribly depressed inside, i just dont show it through tears or wadever. Haihhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless. do you know how bad the feeling of helplessness can be. cant do anything cant do wad u want to do. I always tell myself when i grow up im gonna get a bloody cool job which earns alot of money and ill be young and rich. Young and rich. No, young and rich and happy. thats the best. But everyone wants that, and i dunno if i can reach that goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ae im damn crap right. Crapping everyday. Arghh so sian. have to study yan yu later. okay so enough of angsting or wadever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies to tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai: Link already!=)&lt;br /&gt;phoebe: u then moron la lol&lt;br /&gt;kai: haha u very lame too&lt;br /&gt;yingmin : hi yingmin! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-7269039635758865119?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/7269039635758865119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=7269039635758865119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/7269039635758865119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/7269039635758865119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/04/just.html' title='Just'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-7299553764616178063</id><published>2007-03-23T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T05:55:24.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This sucks</title><content type='html'>This sucks! Why the class new seating position not happy???!! I am extremely happy can?? NOW I HAVE TO MOVE BACK NEXT TO HER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT TO MOVE BACK!!! at least think of me mah.. say you happy in your new place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SOB* I will never have a good and peaceful last year in AHS. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shit! Another thing, MY BRITISH COUNCIL TUITION CLASH WITH MY GUITAR CLASSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! What should I do now??? Both on thursday!! HOwhowhowhowhowhow????!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is horrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies to tags:&lt;br /&gt;qian: I cannot relax now&lt;br /&gt;pris: If you were in my situation, I bet you'd think a whole lot more.=(&lt;br /&gt;sock: Very funny meh??XD You exchange place with me?? I'd gladly swap. =(&lt;br /&gt;phoebe: You're welcome!! XD&lt;br /&gt;ANNGI: Hello back to you!!!=)&lt;br /&gt;kai: Haha I tag your blog already. Another day then link la I very lazy now.. lol =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-7299553764616178063?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/7299553764616178063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=7299553764616178063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/7299553764616178063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/7299553764616178063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-sucks.html' title='This sucks'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-7838552458668639131</id><published>2007-03-22T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T04:38:54.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BC</title><content type='html'>yay finally sort of signed up with british council after dunno how long. I think im going for the friday afternoon 5.30pm classes. But I have cca!!! NOOOOOO i want to get A1 for CCA!!! Which is, I dunno, seemingly impossible. But I hope thats not true. Do u think the cca can release me early? I wanna get A1 for English too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha dumb phoebe and I ( who is not dumb:)) went to BC today to take some test to determine whether I can study in British Council. Lame right? I mean if the person english bad then need tuition wad. Pick all the top scorers to go for tuition for what? Lame sia. Anyway, I went in, did the test and finished the paper in 10mins I guess. And we were giggling and laughing like mad because the 3 other guys taking the test were still frowning at the paper. LOL. and after i got back the results they still hadn't finished. ...=.=... okay la dont mean la. I shouldn't laugh at ppl. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studystudystudystudystudy. Do you realise how many days are left to the mid years???? how many days are left before the all important prelims?? HOW MANY DAYS ARE LEFT BEFORE THE MOST IMPORTANT EXAM OF A SECONDARY FOUR - the dreaded OLEVELS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I suggest you better study now okay.Everybody who reads this post,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO AND STUDY!!! OFF THE COMPUTER!! GO AND STUDY NOW!!! GET YOUR BUTT OFF THE CHAIR AND DO YOUR ASSESSMENT BOOKS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even though I haven't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-7838552458668639131?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/7838552458668639131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=7838552458668639131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/7838552458668639131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/7838552458668639131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/03/bc.html' title='BC'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-8713175741347364624</id><published>2007-03-21T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T04:29:53.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 times each</title><content type='html'>The ---- has struck again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-8713175741347364624?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/8713175741347364624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=8713175741347364624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/8713175741347364624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/8713175741347364624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/03/20-times-each.html' title='20 times each'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-9029779435280598076</id><published>2007-03-20T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T02:19:58.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 100th post and the 100th time</title><content type='html'>This is my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;100th&lt;/span&gt; post, I just realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;100th&lt;/span&gt; time I'm thinking that 1/4 of my life is wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 of my LIFE!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4YEARS&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4YEARS&lt;/span&gt; WITH THE SAME PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT sit with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont you dare force me okay. I dont care about you. I dont care what you think. You have never known what I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will not sit with her. I cannot sit with her. I don't want to sit with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyone but her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm so sick of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, that aside. I think my results suck can. I'm not paying enough attention.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE and MUST pay attention. I want to go to a good JC and I cannot fail this time. I dont want to get shitty marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of shitty marks. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've had enough of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not only for myself, it's for my parents, it's for my brother. I have to prove to them that I can do well. It's for UK too. I must prove to myself that I deserve to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you concentrate? How do you improve your memory? How do you have the will to study, and the patience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;someone please tell me how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-9029779435280598076?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/9029779435280598076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=9029779435280598076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/9029779435280598076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/9029779435280598076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/03/100th-post-and-100th-time.html' title='The 100th post and the 100th time'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-4622222592440347302</id><published>2007-03-18T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T03:42:54.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>02022503</title><content type='html'>adidas Taschen werden fur Athleten entwickelt. Sie entsprechen unseren anspruchsvollen Anforderungen: leichtes und langlebiges Material, Zickzack- oder Kreuzahte fur stark beanspruchte Stellen, MAterial-beschichtung zur Verstarkung und Feuchtigkeitsschutz, versiesgelte Innenahte, eingeschlagene Gurtenden verhindern das Herausrutschen aus der Justierschnalle.&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/13463312-4622222592440347302?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/4622222592440347302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=4622222592440347302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/4622222592440347302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/4622222592440347302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/03/02022503.html' title='02022503'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-6749154760548669012</id><published>2007-03-15T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T06:10:01.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel</title><content type='html'>I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worried: My homework has barely been touched&lt;br /&gt;Happy: -WUZUN!XIUYI!NAN!&lt;br /&gt;- The person sitting near me &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;who i greatly dislike&lt;/span&gt; is going to move &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;far away from me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad: School give us too much homework&lt;br /&gt;No time left&lt;br /&gt;Not enough sleep&lt;br /&gt;Too much worries about homework&lt;br /&gt;Tuition homework also not done&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, Zhuanshutianshi makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised. 5/7 of my problems are due to homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ImustgetL1R5ofbelow10formidyearpleasepleasepleasepleasepleasegodteachmeperseverancelet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mestudyhardiwanttogetgoodresults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pleasegivemethewillandconcentrationIsolack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-6749154760548669012?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/6749154760548669012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=6749154760548669012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/6749154760548669012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/6749154760548669012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-feel.html' title='I feel'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-3114305791767257636</id><published>2007-03-14T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T06:06:23.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>花樣少年少女</title><content type='html'>OMGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!! I LOVE THE SHOW!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BELOVED WUZUN!!! BELOVED DA DONG!!! BELOVED SENIOR NAN!!!!!!! OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the crazy phoebe and I was so feng1 about them that we didnt really study and kept discussing and talking and laughing over them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO THEY HAVE TO BE SO BLOODY SHUAI!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See la!! I CANT STUDY NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the idiots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And phoebe want me to go out with her tmr!! BUT IN THE END WE WILL STILL TALK ABT THEM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITs a waste of time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but i cant post any longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too obsessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-3114305791767257636?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/3114305791767257636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=3114305791767257636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/3114305791767257636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/3114305791767257636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='花樣少年少女'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-6105904154153724187</id><published>2007-03-09T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T04:59:58.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March Hols!!!</title><content type='html'>My L1R5, I think, isn't very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I shall study hard during the holidays!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, recently my friends and I have been arguing with kids over what now seems meaningless . And sometimes it can be so infuriating, because:&lt;br /&gt;Number one: They can't understand what I'm talking about even though I try to explain it as clearly as I can ( I think)&lt;br /&gt;Number two: They ALWAYS think they are right, but to a teen, or someone with a higher IQ than them, will know that my friends and I are right because its logical.&lt;br /&gt;Number three: It becomes very irritating when they say "want a real showdown"? I mean, if they really wanted, I could go meet them and stare down at their terrified faces and scold them. But, fortunately, I'm not so mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I let them live in their own world for now. They may think they are right. That's okay. They may think I'm wrong, that's not really okay. But whatever. Because I'm like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HERE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they are like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                            &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Over there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no use talking to them. They're just kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-6105904154153724187?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/6105904154153724187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=6105904154153724187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/6105904154153724187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/6105904154153724187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-hols.html' title='March Hols!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-1255770869331505828</id><published>2007-03-02T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:22:12.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UK UK UK UK</title><content type='html'>UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;UK UK UK UK UK UK UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKSSSSSSSSs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a certain criteria we have to fulfill. I really really really badly wanna go. SO FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid criteria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-1255770869331505828?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/1255770869331505828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=1255770869331505828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/1255770869331505828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/1255770869331505828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/03/uk-uk-uk-uk.html' title='UK UK UK UK'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-7172295040455804678</id><published>2007-02-24T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T01:04:38.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Just bought my acoustic guitar today from some cool shop in some ulu place. The shop was filled with people from bands and stuff, i was like the odd one out? the only stupid person with no musical talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the guitar costs about 94.50. Its so ex la, though its the cheapest one in the shop. My dad and I went around singapore looking for a cheaper guitar but obviously couldnt find one, most shops sold electric guitars or classical ones, and the acoustics were way expensive. Lol and the guitar pick was bloody cheap, 50centS! but its a suitable price cuz if it were any more expensive than 50cents i wouldnt buy it. My guitar case is the soft case, and not the hard case, so pretty worried it'll drop to the ground and my guitar would get all scratched up and broken and stuff. It's like propped up in one corner of my room right now. Dad and mum actually suggested i buy a keyboard instead but i decided to stick to guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my brother encouraged me to take up the electrics but i was afraid of getting accidentally shocked or whatever, so i got an acoustic BW-403-3/4N Western. But now i cant play any songs on it and i dont have time for lessons. But seems like dad knows a bit, and i could get info from the internet. Been practising on it since 3.30 and now its like 9 plus. Wrists are painful and fingers have lines on em and my right secant finger is bleeding. Just a tiny scratch though..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-7172295040455804678?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/7172295040455804678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=7172295040455804678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/7172295040455804678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/7172295040455804678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/02/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-117007181658669127</id><published>2007-01-29T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T03:56:56.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show</title><content type='html'>Ying huo chong de meng rocks like siao man.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had confirmation yesterday. Im a confirmed catholic now!! yay!! Everyone was dressed in white!! so cooool. Hhaha. Im just sad that Im not able to see all my friends in cathecism class again. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-117007181658669127?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/117007181658669127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=117007181658669127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/117007181658669127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/117007181658669127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/01/show.html' title='Show'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116921528994024180</id><published>2007-01-19T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T06:05:47.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrambled eggs?</title><content type='html'>I'm not trying to be mean or anything. She's a really nice girl you know, sometimes, once you get to know her. Really kind and helpful and forgiving and stuff. But sitting beside her, in the same CCA as her, sometimes she does things that grosses people out. Seriously, I wouldn't have bothered very much if she scratches her head or whatever you know. Sometimes people's scalp gets itchy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I mean, the stuff I've seen. Thats way over the line man. First, during a CCA committee meeting, she sorta started peeling the dead skin off her fingers and littering it all over the canteen table. You know the white stuff at the edge of your fingers?? Dead skin?? Started peeling and peeling and peeling whilst listening to the committee members talk. So I was watching, silently, hoping she'd stop peeling, but she kept on doing it. Peeling and peeling, switching from one finger to the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ALL OVER THE TABLE MAN... CANTEEN TABLE. Dude the next person who eats there is gonna be one unlucky person. White stuff, all over the table, big, small, medium, call it gross, call it uncivilised, crude, revolting? Makes your stomach flip big time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second incident, it unfortunately happened today, within close proximity, since I am also sitting beside her and all. Amath lesson. She was going to take out her Amath book. I happened to glance in her direction. Saw her picking up some yellow stuff off her Amath textbook and inside her bag. You know how dirty the inside of a bag is? Filled with long forgotten pieces of paper, stapler bullets, dirt, eraser dust, rubbish, whatever. Anyway, back to the point, she ATE the yellow stuff. ATE IT!! Gosh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like ".........." . Because I was all confused and stuff you know..And then I asked " What were you eating just now ", and she gave me this terribly contorted smile/grin whatever you name it and said " Eggs ". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*barfs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me sick thinking of it. And she was using all 10 fingers too!! WTH!!!! Omg. I seriously couldn't pay attention during Amath because that image, kept repeating itself in my mind. Like, EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know me saying all these stuff. Its really bad, really wierd, really evil, mean...I dont like to offend people.But Im just so disgusted. Dudes, you know who Im talking about. She can be nice you know. She's a really nice person, if she wants to be. Pissed me off a couple of times before, but I dont usually bear a grudge for so long. Just that, there are definitely quite a number of things she needs to change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, did English speech thing with my group, and I kept laughing my head off. Seriously ah, I cant do stuff with them without laughing like an idiot. The other time I laughed until I cried because I was imagining Saddam Hussein getting electrocuted. ??????!!!! wha wha whhhattt????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gtg bio class tmr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116921528994024180?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116921528994024180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116921528994024180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116921528994024180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116921528994024180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/01/scrambled-eggs.html' title='Scrambled eggs?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116905218324018420</id><published>2007-01-17T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T05:24:20.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kzvnsdln</title><content type='html'>Yay.. got my shirt for confirmation.. lol actually i didnt buy it. it was my mom's, but she gave it to me cuz she bought it and couldnt wear it.. but whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit teacher said there is going to be an England trip!! UK!!! I have ALWAYS been wanting to go to countries far away, like in europe or US, or UK!!! and now my chance has come.. im so psyched . Parents were pretty cool abt it, agreed to let me go. Wooohooo im so happy....=) =) =) =) =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its like 12.30am now. Just finished ss proj, but havent finished zuo ye yet. nooo. and at 11.30pm i tried to wake my stupid brother up but he wouldnt wake up. So i lied to him saying its 4am!! 2 more hours for u to complete ur hw!! and he opened his stupid eyes, looked at me and went back to sleep. And i was standing dwn there, 4AM!!! YOU HAVENT DONE UR HOMEWORK!! and he kept opening his eyes and going back to sleep and occasionally saying "what what??" in this sleepy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So irritating la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hao xin wake him up do hw dun wan.. like shit man. So ungrateful. Then he looked at his phone and said its only 11 plus blah blah and i gave up and was like Okay lor! nxt time i dun wake u up already u dont regret ah, im not calling u up again so i switched off his room light and went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is lame *yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116905218324018420?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116905218324018420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116905218324018420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116905218324018420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116905218324018420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/01/kzvnsdln.html' title='kzvnsdln'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116893696131166531</id><published>2007-01-16T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:42:41.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/13463312-116893696131166531?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116893696131166531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116893696131166531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116893696131166531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116893696131166531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_16.html' title='....'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116860935341865974</id><published>2007-01-12T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T05:42:33.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCA</title><content type='html'>1 CCA + 1 CCA = 2 CCAs&lt;br /&gt;2 CCAs = a hell lot of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought 10 and more boxes of pizza and duno how many soft drinks to let the juniors eat. It was so crowded we had to divide the whole cca into 4 classrooms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, got a lift back home courtesy of yq's super duper nice daddy, cuz my still super duper duper duper duper fabulous daddy couldnt fetch me home lols... THANK YOU UNCLE!!! thank you for not letting me get stuck in the rain walking alone with no umbrella like an idiot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, its a friday!! cool. but tmr have to go back for bio. haha i dont mind actually, i dont know why...oh and i discovered i am an ambassador for some education thingy and i have to go for workshops..=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okokokokkokokokokok i have nothing to say alr...byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116860935341865974?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116860935341865974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116860935341865974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116860935341865974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116860935341865974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/01/cca.html' title='CCA'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116842875152846880</id><published>2007-01-10T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T00:25:07.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky</title><content type='html'>Today so suay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pen and a notebook frm popular with yq, yw, and jol and then i went to buy macs to take home. Then i went to the library to borrow the liu yong book cuz my current one all the stories very difficult to understand, somemore is like all very lame.So i borrowed another one. And i was walking with alot of plastic bags, not to mention heavy, cuz i put my amath bk in the plastic bag too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i queued up for the bus,i got into the bus and then i was sitting for a while then suddenly i hear some clinging sound as in something made out of plastic dropping on the floor. Turns out it was my water filled plastic water bottle, and it rolled and rolled off down the steps and to the bus door. Its like stuck there la, so embarrasing. But i cant be bothered to pick it up, because long long time ago i dropped something i forgot what it was but i couldnt pick it up either. And like when the bus was moving i could hear thud and then thud again cuz the water bottle was rolling here and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a while, my coke dropped!! and then some coke leaked out and the bus was like filled with it?? i mean there was coke everywhere. But i pretended it wasnt me..=.=.. so paiseh man...omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr theres chinese common test... LIU YONG!! arggghh, and ting qing chun zai ku qi. read that bk like 2 times? but i forgot le.. ahh seems like i have to read it again. And theres circular measure amath test on fri!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;howw?? my math sux&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116842875152846880?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116842875152846880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116842875152846880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116842875152846880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116842875152846880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/01/unlucky.html' title='Unlucky'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116807544059830584</id><published>2007-01-06T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T03:00:06.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>Sian man. Someone just told me that there were 4 tests next week. I thought only got two??!!! If really got 4 tests it means i wasnt really paying attention in class!! I got what...maybe I heard it but i didnt write it down and i forgot abt it...oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent done my homework. I woke up at 2pm today, and now its arnd 5.19? And im still tired.Have to go cathecism class tmr at 11 and then amath tuition............sian, and then go home do hw until night then slp then sch start..sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmation comin up on the 28th. havent bought my clothes yet...argghhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot abt SSS. nooooOOOO i have to go!!! isit only on mondays? or fridays too?? sux man. when _________ announced it i was surprised noone marched up the podium to beat him up. cheat us man. they say fail bridging then go wad, i pass leh...bluff ppl only.i studied so hard because i din wanna go for SSS, and now wad happened??? If we hav to go on fridays too thn cant for cca!!and olvls comin up so we only can go to cca for 1term or more? and SSS is for one term. One term is 10weeks?? if 2 times a week means 20times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh whatever. those ppl not in SSS count urself lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116807544059830584?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116807544059830584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116807544059830584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116807544059830584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116807544059830584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116799401121407240</id><published>2007-01-05T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T01:13:56.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day</title><content type='html'>3rd day of school. paid attention in every lesson. woOt??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i signed up for the melayu 8 week course.haha cuz my cousins and all are all malaysians and i go to malaysia really often so thought maybe i could learn some malay..hhaaha most ppl didnt know there was a course.haha they didnt pay attention during morning assembly =.=...so i told them and they were like, what? got meh? i wan lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was a really long day. i dont like chi class la.. even tho i know that chi is a must.haih, theres still many months to go, and im already sick of it on the 3rd day. After sch there was cca selection. So sad man, mr _______ the serial rapist ( u wana know why ask me. its a rumour but i bet its true ) said that we couldnt accept sec1 guys cuz there was a limited amt of guys in the school and they were meant for NCC and BB and stuff. sad la. we only accepted 20 girls. haha i see my juniors start wearing long pants grow up already i so happy for them.. now all girls..lol whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when there was only one place left and we had to choose between several girls and the girls turned dwn the face so sad la so ke lian. and the guys also so sad.there was this mom who wrote a letter to us saying dat her son had a fever n couldnt go for cca selection so she wanted us to accept him. but he's a boy. so we had to reject it. sad man. then after that cca had a meeting with committee members, so boring man, i was sitting dwn there with yingqian with my eyes abt to close. haha i was supposed to contribute suggestions and stuff, but didnt cuz was so tired. slept at 2am the night before trying to complete hw and prepare english presentation script tingy.and doing ss and math and duno wad else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okokok. i wanna go to british council for eng tuition. but its darn ex la. *sob* =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116799401121407240?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116799401121407240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116799401121407240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116799401121407240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116799401121407240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/01/3rd-day.html' title='3rd day'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116790769182507942</id><published>2007-01-04T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T02:48:11.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead and Doomed</title><content type='html'>Oh no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaf fell on my head again,&lt;br /&gt;and I dropped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead and Doomed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116790769182507942?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116790769182507942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116790769182507942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116790769182507942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116790769182507942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2007/01/dead-and-doomed.html' title='Dead and Doomed'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116763094059150421</id><published>2006-12-31T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T21:55:40.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more day</title><content type='html'>1 more day&lt;br /&gt;1 more day&lt;br /&gt;1 more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched night at the museum yesterday. Lols go watch!! its very nice!! very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese compos&lt;br /&gt;english presentation&lt;br /&gt;english book report&lt;br /&gt;emath&lt;br /&gt;amath&lt;br /&gt;liu yong book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116763094059150421?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116763094059150421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116763094059150421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116763094059150421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116763094059150421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/12/1-more-day.html' title='1 more day'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116746522571867448</id><published>2006-12-29T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T00:20:56.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im dead. Are you?</title><content type='html'>School is starting in three days and i still have a pile of unfinished homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol watched deathnote2: the last name yesterday.. rocks man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But said la, L died. And the worst thing was, he couldn't go to heaven or hell but ended up in the nothingness. Why? Find out urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116746522571867448?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116746522571867448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116746522571867448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116746522571867448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116746522571867448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-dead-are-you.html' title='Im dead. Are you?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116731510501451720</id><published>2006-12-28T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T06:11:45.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAGGGG</title><content type='html'>Com lags like hell.&lt;br /&gt;Internet connection speed is like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i can't do nothin about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116731510501451720?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116731510501451720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116731510501451720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116731510501451720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116731510501451720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/12/lagggg.html' title='LAGGGG'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116712108956455222</id><published>2006-12-26T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T00:18:09.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>Christmas didn't really feel like Christmas yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing was I woke up on Christmas in a suite.&lt;br /&gt;But when we came back from Malaysia at 5plus, Dad just bought us some fried rice for dinner and then after going online for a little while we went to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Christmas was over just like that. &lt;br /&gt;No lights, no christmas tree, no log cakes, no turkey, no presents. &lt;br /&gt;It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve was better I guess. Watched alot of Christmas Eve shows in our suite in Malacca. Spent the whole day watching shows. Ordering food from room service.Watched with raised eyebrows a short silly santa dancing around in the hotel lobby with a couple of kids, and listening to a choir. Went to a church near the hotel called St.Francis Xavier church for mass. Went back to the hotel and thats about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suite was big though, had two television sets, two bathrooms, a living room, big beds, big table, alot of space. Some closets and a great view. I think the suite I stayed in the other time was better though. Cuz that suite was MASSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on thursday, I left for Malaysia for Genting. Stayed in first world cuz Genting was more expensive and older. Mom said that Genting was so old that there's a floor with nobody staying on it, cuz it was reserved for the ghosts...spooky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 3 nights in Genting. Didnt go to the theme park. Didnt bother to play anything. I bought two pairs of bum shoes. =)Watched Ergagon with dad and bro. Bro went to the arcade and cybercafe, dad went to the casino and mum and me stayed in the hotel watching tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty boring I must say. But I like the air =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have tons of homework left to  do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116712108956455222?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116712108956455222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116712108956455222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116712108956455222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116712108956455222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/12/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116581880377458400</id><published>2006-12-10T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:33:23.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry early christmas</title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is almost here, well, at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, heres a youtube video with the youtube community singing the 12days of christmas. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LH7vrLlDZ6U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LH7vrLlDZ6U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116581880377458400?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116581880377458400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116581880377458400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116581880377458400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116581880377458400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-early-christmas.html' title='Merry early christmas'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116564645973494094</id><published>2006-12-08T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T22:40:59.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School is starting soon</title><content type='html'>As usual, haven't touched my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I really really really really really really times the biggest number in your head, hate smokers. cuz basically i hate the smoke and the cigarattes and stuff. Like when I'm walking past them I'm always so scared that they'll burn me or something with the cigar, accidentally of course, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro told me once he got burned in the pasar malam, and we was wondering what could give him so much pain in a place like this and it turned out it was the cigarette. he said it was really painful and then his skin peeled off, and there was raw flash or something i dunno, ew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please people, don't contaminate my lungs. I hate second hand smoke. I hate breathing it in and stuff. makes me choke. Not say its smelly or anything, just really pungent, and irritating, and yeah, maybe smelly, but in those kind of druggish, i-dont-wanna-breathe-that-in kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just feel like pasting an anti-smoke sticker in their face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116564645973494094?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116564645973494094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116564645973494094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116564645973494094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116564645973494094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/12/school-is-starting-soon.html' title='School is starting soon'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116451544161363724</id><published>2006-11-25T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T20:30:41.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>Surprisingly, I'm not in the holiday mood just yet. If u ask me to go to school tomorrow, I wouldn't complain very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116451544161363724?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116451544161363724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116451544161363724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116451544161363724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116451544161363724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/11/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116434297954364626</id><published>2006-11-23T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:36:19.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so poor</title><content type='html'>The hospital bills were about a thousand plus dollars, and then initially we booked a hongkong and taiwan trip with SA tours. But because my dad just came out of the hospital, we cant go overseas at the end of this month, and we have to give SA 50percent of the costs which is 2500 dollars. To compensate. =.=.=.=.=.=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so poor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116434297954364626?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116434297954364626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116434297954364626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116434297954364626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116434297954364626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-feel-so-poor.html' title='I feel so poor'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116401213852033308</id><published>2006-11-20T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:42:18.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol</title><content type='html'>lol actually i saved a draft abt the church camp. and then i decided not to post it, cuz i dont feel like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a chemistry exam just now. Hope ill be able to do well or something. Cuz my mole concept sucks i know all the formula's but i dont even know how to apply them. So, thats bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home alone currently. Daddy's in the hospital waiting for his op. Changi hospital sucks la. the one in simei. he was supposed to do his op yst, and then because someone had to do a stomach op or something so they gave that person priority, so the docs/nurses said his op would be at 9pm that night. and he waited. but when he got pushed in the operating theatre thingy already some other person came in so they had to postpone the op again.so the docs/nurses said his op would be this morning at 6. And then dunno wad happened the op was postponed to this afternoon but the hospital didnt give the timing for the op. SUCKS LA. stay in hospital need to pay money one leh. you think we very rich isit, one night few hundred bucks leh. lol. (oh and dont ask me what happened to my father, i wont say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's at work. But we're gonna visit dad this evening. And my 17year old petty brother is at his class chalet right now...=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SOME PEOPLE are out on holiday right now. Somewhere in malaysia( KL, Genting)....australia, egypt, or wadever country. And im stuck at home....(YAY but im going to hongkong and taiwan this dec)=.=....But im sick of genting la, I swear I've been there more than 50times. First time I went there I was really really really really young. And have been going at least 2 times a year every single year. So now i go there i just laze arnd in the hotel, eat, sleep, buy dvds(original one ok), and enjoy the cold air. I  just like the weather la. my dad goes to the casino, my mum goes shopping, my brother goes to the cybercafe thingy by the Gondola, beside the starbucks to play Counterstrike or some ulu game i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been playing some Jedi Academy shit recently la. Like so addicted. Other than swinging his light sabre, killing the objective ( Jabba the Hutt or Leia), changing characters to Windoo or Windu or however u spell it or anakin or Obi one or bots or Chubaka or however u spell it, and killing other fanatics like him, or making anakin say stuff like " I SLAUGHTERED THEM LIKE ANIMALS", and rocketing arnd in some stupid suit, this game is like ?????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol and theres this map, where like as usual theres two teams, the republic and i forgot the other teams name, in which YOU KILL YOUNGLINGS!! omg. sad la. You use the light saber to slash them and the younglings try to slash you back, but they're easy to kill and they keep making these pitiful noises which are so cute la. and on the point of death sometimes they say" i don't feel so good" in that kind of heartbreaking, kids voice. omg. If you kill them and u smile/laugh and u dont even feel anything ah, watch out, you dont know what u might become in the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, been talking to much abt the game. Cuz like everytime im bored i watch him play. So i sorta know almost everything abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS MUST BE BORING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENDING HERE BYE BYE GO AND SLEEP....  YES, ITS TIME FOR U TO SLEEP. YOU CAN GO AWAY NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116401213852033308?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116401213852033308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116401213852033308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116401213852033308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116401213852033308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/11/lol.html' title='Lol'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116350155307592879</id><published>2006-11-14T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:52:33.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAckkkkk</title><content type='html'>I AM BACK FROM CHURCH CAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more details on wad happened soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116350155307592879?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116350155307592879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116350155307592879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116350155307592879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116350155307592879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/11/backkkkk.html' title='BAckkkkk'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116315276124878841</id><published>2006-11-10T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T01:59:21.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WoOT</title><content type='html'>OML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116315276124878841?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116315276124878841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116315276124878841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116315276124878841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116315276124878841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/11/woot.html' title='WoOT'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116304991091151133</id><published>2006-11-08T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:25:10.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet connection</title><content type='html'>Haven't been able to go online at all for a very long time, because something was wrong with the internet connection. We use Pacific, so according to my brother, the connection is very shitty. I mean, there wasn't any connection at all. The page wouldn't load. But recently dad fixed my bro's modem and he's been playing non-stop since, my bro i mean. Sadly for me, i cant get any connection on my comp, so im using wireless. Its a rare ocassion because usually other people keep their networks locked, so i cant access them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have I been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been indulging in the ever entertaining yet boring Sims Deluxe Edition. That game is like way old.And I just dug it up once again because there was nothing to do and no shows to watch on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church camp is coming up this sat. Have I told you I don't feel like going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116304991091151133?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116304991091151133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116304991091151133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116304991091151133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116304991091151133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/11/internet-connection.html' title='Internet connection'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116229254838312510</id><published>2006-10-31T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T03:02:28.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridging, and camp</title><content type='html'>Bridging was not so bad as I thought. It's only one hour. Hardly anything to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to church camp this friday, in johor i think. And I completely havent done anything about it. Its too early for packing though, but i have to write a letter to the archbishop to prove why i deserve to be confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days, i've been eating ALOT of malt candy, ive been gorging myself on it, keep eating eating eating the same thing. Shouldnt eat too much cuz i dont think its like very healthy. Hmm dunno wad to say. goodbye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yea! theres this old man on youtube called geriatric1927, he's like telling his life stories and stuffs. Interesting. Go and watch =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116229254838312510?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116229254838312510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116229254838312510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116229254838312510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116229254838312510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/10/bridging-and-camp.html' title='Bridging, and camp'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116167398466321397</id><published>2006-10-24T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:13:04.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hols and, bridging</title><content type='html'>Holidays are about to come. There's two days of school left, and wheee, we're free. At least for those who don't need to go for bridging. But i think in my class, everybody has to go for at least one bridging. Then after bridging, the next day i have to go for church camp..=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like camps. But I have to go for this one, or else i won't get confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda just smsed me and asked me whether during the hols i wanna go learn jap. Lol. I think french nicer laar..haha. She wants to do lots of stuff, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hiphop jazz&lt;br /&gt;-learn piano&lt;br /&gt;-learn jap&lt;br /&gt;-eat pizza tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;-watch deathnote tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOl... too much eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my dad is forcing me to accompany him to eat steamboat. siiiannn. i eat steamboat eat until sian liaoo.He initially wanted to go watch a sneak preview for the movie called the sinking of japan or something but it starts at 4.30pm and its too early he says. so now the whole house is taking their afternoon nap except me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, just a quick post. im feeling tired. toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116167398466321397?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116167398466321397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116167398466321397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116167398466321397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116167398466321397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/10/hols-and-bridging.html' title='Hols and, bridging'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116158917406372499</id><published>2006-10-23T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:39:34.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery Centre</title><content type='html'>Today, was a kinda slackish day, if there is such a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning at 8.05, 8 plus we boarded the bus to the Singapore Discovery Centre. Took about one hour from our school to there? Yeah in the bus yeewei and I were like keep eating crackers and sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, having been to the Singapore Discovery Centre before, as in the new renovated one we went to today approximately three weeks ago, i was not looking forward to it. The other time i went, my whole family thought it was a waste of money, cuz all the stuff is sooooo boring la..The guide was telling us blah blah blah singapore during 19 duno what to 19 duno what got hock lee bus riots, then NS was introduced, so much instabilty, merger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, WTH, as if we dunno lidat. I mean this kind of stuff has already been drilled into our heads in school. why the hell must you repeat the stuff we already know. Hiahh, but anyway, maybe that's what the singapore discovery centre is for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we went to watch some 3D show about 3D. Its nice lar, but i keep seeing those people seated below me and the whole screen somemore so small so its not that fun. I wanna go to the sentosa 4D one, i mean its bound to be quite expensive but i still wana watch it lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I LOVE GOONG. rocks la the show. cuz, knowing me, i like the princessy shows and stuffs you know so the advertisement caught my eye. Then also one day, when i came back home from school, i decided to switch on the telly and there it was! so i kinda got hooked. I want to buy the vcd leh, but i dun have money. Its expensive, at least it is to me. 30 dollar plus, 36?34? not sure.Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayy, there is no school tomorrow so i can sleep late today! so nice, haha and we are having a funfair this wednesday. I quite like post exam activities this week, last week wasn't so nice because the higher mother tongue ppl had to do some stupid mock exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna maple later. lol. sian. anyways, my brother arh, is like everybody come home from school play play play play play play play. I come home, and then the com is surely on. Somedays he plays some jedi academy shit, somedays he plays warcraft, somedays he plays DOTA, somedays he plays god knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's a game freak you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116158917406372499?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116158917406372499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116158917406372499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116158917406372499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116158917406372499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/10/discovery-centre.html' title='Discovery Centre'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116083434911008098</id><published>2006-10-14T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T06:59:09.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I write sins, not tragedies.</title><content type='html'>For the benefit of the people who wanna sing to the song. I only programmed it to play one time only cuz like if you happen to wanna look at the youtube videos at the bottom right then the music might clash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics to: Panic At The Disco I Write Sins Not Tragedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, well imagine; as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,&lt;br /&gt;and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:&lt;br /&gt;"What a beautiful wedding, what a beautiful wedding!" says the bridesmaid to a waiter.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well in fact well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved! Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne!&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Well in fact well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved! Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116083434911008098?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116083434911008098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116083434911008098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116083434911008098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116083434911008098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-write-sins-not-tragedies.html' title='I write sins, not tragedies.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-116062660949151594</id><published>2006-10-11T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:07:55.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over</title><content type='html'>Right you are yeewei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;officially&lt;/strong&gt; over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to come. But that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about exams being over is that it's over.&lt;br /&gt;And the bad thing is, the &lt;strong&gt;RESULTS&lt;/strong&gt; are coming &lt;strong&gt;OUT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Argh, my foot gives me pains. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Trust me. You don't wanna know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's marking day today. How nice. Thing is, there's only &lt;strong&gt;ONE &lt;/strong&gt;marking day. And you can't do much in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am at risk of landing in the bridging programme. For people who don't know what is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BRIDGING PROGRAMME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're lucky. Cuz you're obviously not in secondary three in my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;MY &lt;/strong&gt;school, for special stream students. If you don't get L1R5 of 12 points. &lt;strong&gt;Your parents are called in to meet with the teachers. &lt;/strong&gt;For express, if you dont get 17points at least, the same thing happens to you. If you happen to fail any subject, &lt;strong&gt;you are expected to attend the dreaded bridging programme.&lt;/strong&gt;And if you are unlucky enough to even go to this bridging programme, &lt;strong&gt;then you must spend several weeks in school during the november/december holidays getting tutored by your beloved teachers in school when every one (smart ones who don't need to go for the programme) are enjoying themselves &lt;em&gt;somewhere &lt;/em&gt;in hawaii or the bahamas or alaska or north america or canada or china or romania or brazil, and you are sitting in this classroom &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;STUDYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh the dreaded feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more. This is the worst. &lt;strong&gt;YOU HAVE TO RETAKE THE EXAM FOR THE SUBJECT OF WHICH YOU FAILED. &lt;/strong&gt;And if, you are one of the even unluckier ones, where birdcrap always seems to find their way on to your head, where trees happen to always crash down in front of you, when you always get picked in class to answer difficult questions which you don't know how to do, when your karma sucks, when even ants drowning in water feel luckier than you, &lt;strong&gt;and you fail the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;RE-EXAM, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you RETAKE the exam on the FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF you fail this, &lt;/strong&gt;there's no hope for you. Then, the school puts you in &lt;strong&gt;SSS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOOM! What is SSS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SSS, &lt;/strong&gt;also known as &lt;strong&gt;SUPERVISED SELF-STUDY, &lt;/strong&gt;is when you sit in a classroom with the other failures, and &lt;strong&gt;SELF-STUDY.&lt;/strong&gt;The teacher just sits there and watches you, and makes sure you study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay it just makes me nauseous thinking of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, during the exams, every dream i made was of something i studied, the day before bio exam, i dreamt about osmosis when i slept, when i woke up the first thing i thought of was blood clotting. =.=. The night before math, i dreamt of some math equation thingy thingy. LOL. The funniest thing is, the night before english exam, i dreamt i was reading some english book. I know i have never seen the book before but i could like read it i could see every single word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i kept thinking there was going to be an exam today and i kept worrying cuz i feel like i havent studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking at books makes me mad.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Definition of mad: Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to school tomorrow so better take this chance to play, relax and enjoy myself before the news hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-116062660949151594?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/116062660949151594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=116062660949151594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116062660949151594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/116062660949151594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115892456401981170</id><published>2006-09-22T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T05:55:50.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe name="countdown" scrolling="no" border="0" frameborder="0" src="http://so-you.net/countdown/countdown.php?day=4&amp;month=10&amp;year=2006&amp;hour=07&amp;minute=50&amp;second=00&amp;width=100&amp;offset=0&amp;msg=until+EOY%21+MUG+LIKE+MAD&amp;css=1&amp;detail=5" allowTransparency="true" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="100" height="100"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww. Guess what. A week left to exams and i still havent studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what the hell have i been doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual. Watching tv, slacking, msn. SLEEPING I LOVE TO SLEEP. and wasting my time talking crap with celestine and 2a peeps. SIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg tmr still have to go for fengshan forum. Shouldnt have agreed to go lor. Waste of time. Haha. Gotta math mock exam thingy this sunday, havent even studied. I dunno why man. I just love doing everything except studying. Which is of course bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like few days of banging my computer, trying to get it to work,it finally worked. As you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aargh. Life is just one damned thing after another. Exams just happened to be the biggest damn thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115892456401981170?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115892456401981170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115892456401981170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115892456401981170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115892456401981170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/09/study_22.html' title='Study?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115849160717260762</id><published>2006-09-17T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T04:13:27.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study!</title><content type='html'>Bout 2 weeks left to EOYS. Must study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol and yet im watching the matrix reloaded on channel 5. =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is damn short lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115849160717260762?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115849160717260762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115849160717260762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115849160717260762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115849160717260762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/09/study.html' title='Study!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115822656286476359</id><published>2006-09-14T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T02:49:26.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are coooomminggg</title><content type='html'>Exams are coming. Damn. I hate exams. I havent started studying yet. Oh nooo.. and i have like Chem SPA tomorrow, and my chem sucks. Im like eating this whole big bar of chocolate and my throat is feeling really uncomfortable cuz i mean i just chomped off one whole chunk of chocs...arghh too sweet la. Gonna put it in the fridge later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, two very traumatic events occurred. First, i mean my class has about..lets see, 5 hamsters. two parents, and three kids. And then today, during 2nd recess, we found the daddy hamster chomping on what looks like a baby hamster. you know when hamsters are first born, they're like all pinkish and gross and everything? okay picture this, this big fat daddy hamster having the head of the baby hamster in his mouth and biting it.. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Well of course, everyone freaked out, except of course the guys and joween who is the owner of the hamsters. We were all grossed out. And estee even kicked the cage and some of us kept poking the daddy hamster and screaming : " DONT EAT THE HAMSTER! DONT EAT!!" lol and there was like a lot of noise and fuss over it. Its really disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then joween started finding a dustbin for it cuz i think she wants to dump the "baby hamster" in the daddys mouth in the dustbin. And then. POOF. She found out that it was not a baby hamster but it was a MASSIVE growth on the hamsters cheek. Its still gross la, but we feel more pity for the hamster. He can't even walk around properly and keeps trying to chew the growth off. Ew. Looks like a tumour. Man, its sick. So after school, yeewei and joween brought it to a vet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEM SPA TOMMORROW!!!!! I hate chem. But still have to force myself to study for it. OH YEAH I forgot... the 2nd traumatising thing was that 3 people in our class got caned. Not saying who, but yeah. Its like WHACCK, and i was so shocked. Lots of girls in our class cried and i almost did. Cuz i mean Waahhhh looks damn painful man. wow. And i think our relief bio teacher mr chng was kinda shocked by it all too. i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm: Quote from my msn nick: &lt;br /&gt;Life is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115822656286476359?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115822656286476359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115822656286476359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115822656286476359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115822656286476359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/09/exams-are-coooomminggg.html' title='Exams are coooomminggg'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115744253360492892</id><published>2006-09-05T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T03:25:50.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7956/704/1600/steveirwin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7956/704/320/steveirwin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn sad la.. Steve Irwin died. I mean like ive watched his shows since i was a young girl..and his shows are really very interesting. Like croc files and everything on animal planet blah blah. And now he's dead! Cuz he was stung by a stupid stingray who poked his stupid barb into irwin's chest. Wah lao i feel like killing the stingray la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all his fans and the australian people go and storm the great barrier reef and kill all the stingrays. LOL. i mean we wont have any stingrays to eat anymore but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad la.. Like these few days keep hearing sad stuff duno why. Maybe cuz its the hols and i have more time to notice the stuff that is happening in the world and arnd me.But i rather not know. So depressing.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7956/704/1600/the%20croc%20hunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7956/704/320/the%20croc%20hunter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah then the other day. I watched this show called ' the boy with divine powers' on discovery channel. Then ppl call him buddha boy. He was 15 last year, 16 this year. When he was 5, he only ate leftovers, and if there were none he would go hungry. Then he joined this monk class thingy thingy, and he didnt wanna cut his hair and shave bald like all the other future priests. He went with his class so some other place where buddha went to. And after the trip ended he didnt follow his class back but he wanted to learn somemore frm some monk abt buddha. Like further teaching. And then when he went back he meditated for three months before he told his parents not to drink alcohol and kill animals and then he sat under a tree cross legged and meditated for 11 months? Not eating or drinking or urinating whatsoever. wahh then like villagers say they saw a blue light appear above his head and a spontaneous combustion occurred but it didnt harm him just burnt all his clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, he was born in the same country as buddha. which is nepal. And also onyl 150miles away. Then right his mum her name is..Maya Devi Tamang, which is also the same first name of buddha's mom! He started meditating on may16 2005, and was in the same spot for like forever until he disappeared in march11 2006. And then he reappeared duno how long later talked to some ppl for half an hour, told them to tell his parents not to worry and he will reappear again after 6 years, after completing his meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont get it. I mean the real buddha only had to meditate for 49days and this teenager had to meditate for 6 years to achieve englightenment??! not fair..&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah his name is Ram Bahadur Bomjon. Go online and type buddha boy or his name or whatever and watch his vids on BBC. And ppl who duno my religion, im catholic. But this is damn interesting can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme show u a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7956/704/1600/buddha%20boy%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7956/704/320/buddha%20boy%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and see vids. very interesting. sad la he disappeared.they say he is mediating in the woods cuz outside alot of ppl looking there is no peace haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/4824530.stm  &lt;--- go here. buddha boy his reappearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nevermind.k pic and vid. but its like 24mins la. its interesting. watch if u can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cnHfGASCqR8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cnHfGASCqR8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Lol..kks i think ive talked too much gtg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Goodbye Steve Irwin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115744253360492892?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115744253360492892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115744253360492892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115744253360492892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115744253360492892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/09/sad.html' title='Sad =('/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115734735042630113</id><published>2006-09-03T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:22:30.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September hols</title><content type='html'>Its already monday. Needta go to school tmr to hand it my overdue zuo ye. Cuz i didnt complete it last week.. arghh.. I wasted 3 days not studying. And im wasting more. I bet like the whole school is cramming like mad for EOYS. but im not, yet. Just feel so sick of studying at the mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said he's gona bring us to taiwan or hongkong at the end of this yr and switzerland nxt yr. I doubt it. See, 3 or 4 years ago, he said he'd bring us to america at the end of the yr and he didnt and i waited every year until now and then i gave up waiting because obviously he's not gona bring us there right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad wants to bbq this wed. But obviously my bro is damn reluctant to go because he wants to play his stupid games so i dont think we are going either cuz my dad wants everyone to go. And happily. Or else we wont go at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiahh.. OKay im seriously crapping right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight gtg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115734735042630113?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115734735042630113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115734735042630113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115734735042630113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115734735042630113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-hols.html' title='September hols'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115702906038372106</id><published>2006-08-31T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T06:19:29.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's day</title><content type='html'>Had paper 1 today. I think I screwed up both my papers. And then I didnt bring my zuo ye. So had to like face mr leaf, thought he was gonna scold me or something. But happens that he was in a good mood so he let me off then i can passup next week when i come back to school for math lessons i want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole staff office was swarming with JC students. Same thing happened in east view primary. Phoebe and I went back to evps, but didnt talk to the teachers lol. Instead we just talked to our old friends. Saw alot of old friends la, they all changed alot. But some didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went out with ex-classmates to tampines mall, then ate burger king then we split. For me it was pretty boring, i should say. LOl not because my friends weren't interesting just that like i practically didnt even talk just few hi's and stuff then i was like listening to their conversations until i almost fell asleep. Haha caiyi was also so tired she kept laughing to herself.. eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then amanda wanted me to go out with her tmr and i didnt want to cuz i wanted to sleep. And then terrible news man. Ying qian decided to remind me abt the cca bbq tmr which i terribly dun wanna go because im terribly tired. Lol. But i dont mind badminton though. These few days never excercise. Too lazy to do 50pushups a day le.. Cuz i damn sian.Anyway the pushups was only because i was training for napha. Haha. But it didnt seem to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. Like when i went back to evps. I was amongst the tallest? Haha. Last time i was really short and then when i was in sec1 i shot up like siao and now im 168cm. LOL. jealous? HaHAHA. okay. I love badminton la.. Someone play with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jol volunteered but she say she sucked. But thats okay. =))) Just play can le. But alot of times ppl say i play badminton very rough cuz like i whack the shuttlecock really hard. Sorry la, but what do u expect. If i hit lightly not fun one. Wheee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September holidays. Time to enjoy, play my favourite sport, do my favourite things. But must study also. I cant afford to waste anymore time doing so much unnecessary stuff.. gotta study... =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I finally have a middle name --&gt; Charlotte. Cool eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115702906038372106?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115702906038372106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115702906038372106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115702906038372106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115702906038372106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/08/teachers-day.html' title='Teacher&apos;s day'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115656244055856420</id><published>2006-08-25T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T07:21:24.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guinness world records</title><content type='html'>Our school is attempting to break a guinness world record on some wheel barrow thing.. but im not participating so it doesnt matter that much. paper 1 nxt week.. arghh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad back with delifrance gtg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115656244055856420?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115656244055856420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115656244055856420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115656244055856420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115656244055856420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/08/guinness-world-records.html' title='Guinness world records'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115599340206985059</id><published>2006-08-19T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T06:16:42.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AngbnFBFOBndhjbrrghh</title><content type='html'>arghhh math sucks la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i tried to study for monday's common test. and to the shock of my life. i couldnt even do a single graphical question. NOOoooo!! then my brother explained it to me and i couldn't understand and still cant. NOOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tomorrow there is circular measure test in tuition and also some shit homework which i dont understand. and its like 9pm now.. no time to study sia.. i shouldnt on the com in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you know what. ill start on my tuition homework at 10. and depending on how tired im going to be, i'll see what stuff i can do. I dont wanna go tuition tmr la.. its like wasting my time cuz after cathecism and tuition ill be all tired and pissed off and everything i shouldnt be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've chosen the name Charlotte for my confirmation name. Some ppl say its damn wierd, some ppl say its not nice. I dunoo.. Then i also want Arissa, but haiih i duno la.. my friends, some say i dont look like charlotte, i dont look like arissa.. then i dunooo laaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But u all say i look like a stephanie. Of course man. If i were born with the name charlotte i would look like a charlotte. if i were born with the name arissa i would look like arissa. even isadora, i would look like isadora if my parents gave that name to me..its just that u guys are not used to it thats all.I dont really know if charlotte is the right choice though.. I mean this name will be stuck with me for the rest of my life.I dont wanna make the wrong choice.. alright lets see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie Charlotte Chang   (SCC)&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie Arissa Chang      (SAC) LOLS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. charlotte then. joweens one is alexis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joween Alexis Chong         (JAC)  NICE SIAAA.. haiih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm gtg now. maybe im going to play some maple. havent beeen to maple in a long while&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115599340206985059?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115599340206985059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115599340206985059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115599340206985059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115599340206985059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/08/angbnfbfobndhjbrrghh.html' title='AngbnFBFOBndhjbrrghh'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115564297067390692</id><published>2006-08-15T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T04:56:10.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monehhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.humanforsale.com" title="How much am I worth?"&gt;I am worth $1,757,634 on HumanForSale.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115564297067390692?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115564297067390692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115564297067390692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115564297067390692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115564297067390692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/08/monehhh.html' title='Monehhh'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115519252737428778</id><published>2006-08-09T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:48:47.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lotsa stuff to do</title><content type='html'>Havent studied for two tests that is happening tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Havent done my homework&lt;br /&gt;Havent got alot of time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115519252737428778?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115519252737428778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115519252737428778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115519252737428778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115519252737428778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/08/lotsa-stuff-to-do.html' title='Lotsa stuff to do'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115494169685109738</id><published>2006-08-07T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T02:08:16.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's back!!</title><content type='html'>Woooh! bros back. argh. his wonderful adventures around the world make me feel so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From singapore to honkong, hongkong to anchorage, anchorage to canada.&lt;br /&gt;On the return trip, it so happens that there was a typhoon in hongkong so they had to change place.&lt;br /&gt;From Canada to london, from london to singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noooooooooooooo. I WANT TO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!  shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the stuff he brought back is so cool la. and the pics he took and vids. allso niceee.. Makes me want to go to canada and london too...=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115494169685109738?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115494169685109738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115494169685109738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115494169685109738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115494169685109738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/08/hes-back.html' title='He&apos;s back!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115469584767704471</id><published>2006-08-04T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T05:50:47.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer</title><content type='html'>Bummer eh? Finally a saturday. Saturday, time for rest, time for fun. And yet, the school decides to give us tons of tests. Monday Bio test, and chinese ting xie, friday chem test and math test. And we have only two days to study. TWO DAYS. I cant stand this. Can't stand all the stress. Can't stand being so tired everyday in school. Can't stand coming home at 6pm and feeling so sick with school and homework that i have no mood to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched smallville, now watching charmed. cool shows really. Ew this demon has some really disgusting fingers and fingernails...Disgusting face too. eww...okay okay off topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm......LAAAAALALLALLALALA. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought a pile of chocs. Sorta feek kuje eatubg tgen now=.=&lt;br /&gt;I mean i sorta feel like eating them now.&lt;br /&gt;shit&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;nevermind&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what im doing&lt;br /&gt;my brain is a bit scattered right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115469584767704471?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115469584767704471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115469584767704471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115469584767704471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115469584767704471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/08/bummer.html' title='Bummer'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115452810209431047</id><published>2006-08-02T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T07:33:32.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of tests eh?</title><content type='html'>Recently theres been alot of tests, recent and upcoming. Ss, chem, bio. chinese ting xie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to make myself study. Im so bloody lazy and everything. Ive lost interest in almost everything except sleeping. lol. Tmr is napha day. Tell you what, i suck at napha. Cuz i think i never excercise enough? yea.. &lt;-- the word 'excercise' looks wierd. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just added 3 new vids, and deleted some old ones. and a song. hmm alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the bottom three vids, and the rest if you have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im lame. i suck. im tired. gtg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: oh  i just found out. the music played halfway and then the whole window closed by itself. so i removed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115452810209431047?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115452810209431047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115452810209431047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115452810209431047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115452810209431047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/08/lots-of-tests-eh.html' title='Lots of tests eh?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115433629780966800</id><published>2006-07-31T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T01:58:17.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two things</title><content type='html'>Two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I hate school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Can't wait till my bro comes back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115433629780966800?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115433629780966800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115433629780966800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115433629780966800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115433629780966800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/07/two-things.html' title='Two things'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115414619658936387</id><published>2006-07-28T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:09:56.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>I love the baby hamsters in our class, they are so small and so bloody cute. but i think alot of people carrying them, its doing them more harm than good. joween says their fur is all going drop off soon, and recently, the baby hamsters have been kicked around and dropped on the floor by alot of people, accidentally of course, but alot of stuff has happened to them, and they just finished growing fur...=.=&lt;br /&gt;haha, recently been poking around runescape, and other games. cuz i was like so bored. i mean i have lots of homework to do, but i cant be bothered to do them, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, currently in canada says that he's picking up an accent in his speech. WoooOT. cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay, suddenly i dont feel like blogging. nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115414619658936387?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115414619658936387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115414619658936387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115414619658936387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115414619658936387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/07/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115382417899276011</id><published>2006-07-25T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T03:42:59.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just feel like quitting school.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just feel like slacking.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just can't wait till the holidays come again.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to be rich.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I take my life for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I was smarter.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish for things that are impossible to get.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to die.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just feel like killing someone, stabbing them and stabbing them and stabbing them because i can't stand them no more.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I lie awake at night, thinking about how much my life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think of how lucky I am.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just think I am the most miserable person on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am just glad to be here.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ask myself why others get all they want, and I don't even have a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes even when it is their fault, and i scold them, my heart breaks because I feel so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just hate everything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ask myself " Why am I doing this? Why am I not studying? Why am I not hardworking? Why do I not try?"&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to give up.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that people suck.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hate them to the core.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think about my future.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I dream terrible dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try so hard, yet nothing good comes out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I meet obnoxious, self-centered people, who only care about themselves and like to hurt others, I want them to change, but I can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people are just so mean and unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they just treat me like crap.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I don't even exist.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that life couldn't get any better.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so scared of what is to come, what has been done, what has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't know what I'm running from, what I'm running to, and why.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115382417899276011?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115382417899276011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115382417899276011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115382417899276011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115382417899276011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/07/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115356020506278320</id><published>2006-07-22T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T02:23:25.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like sleeping...ZZzzzzz</title><content type='html'>Im so bloody tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im taking time to write this. And later maybe play abit of maple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Anglican High School's founders day. Lols everything was pretty boring..lol. Then after the celebration i went with Amanda to tampines mall. no, rather century square. And since amanda was feelin kinda hungry and i hadnt ate my dinner we went to century square the third floor foodcourt eat. I forgot wads the name of the foodcourt le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYA. In the mrt train, me and amanda. Nope, Amanda and I, yeah. we sorta smelt a kind of "shit" smell. You know like someone shit in their pants or something. A distinct, turd smell. And then after a while, it was replaced by this really strong sweat smell. And then the smells disappeared altogether, and there was clean fresh air. And then soon enough the shit smell came back lols. me and amanda were laughing like maniacs. cuz we couldnt stand the smell. It was bloody disgusting. i almost puked...o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah back to the foodcourt. i ate some dish called korean la mian? yes and like it was bloody delicious, i didnt like the kimchi or kimqi or however u spell it though. I dont get why some ppl think its so nice. so the korean la mian was verrt very nice. delicious. Mmmm...=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then amanda and i went to the library. And we kept looking for a place to sit but there were none. Then we tried sitting everywhere, me teaching amanda macbeth. Cuz she couldnt understand act three. But everybody was so bloody quiet and we were freakingly noisy, cuz i had to explain macbeth to her see, and i had to talk loudly for her to hear. So in the end we decided to go to the childrens section downstairs. Haha. it was already quite noisy to begin with. cuz they were all kids so naturally they were noisy. Then we sat down next to the emergency exit, below a fire distinguisher, hidden behind a shelf of books. happily discussing macbeths plans to kill banquo for a while, until.. wait, UNTIL, THIS STUPID PERSON WEARING A WHITE COLLAR SHIRT AND A TIE HAD TO COME AND SAY : sorry u cant sit nxt to the emergency door. find someplace else to sit" And we were like..ooookay. Then amanda said " but there is no space to sit" And really, no place to sit. And the person kept insisting there was. Idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked. wad sch are u frm? then we said anglican. lol even if we didnt tell him the truth he would know cuz anglican high was printed 'bigly' on the back of our horrible green shirts. So we tried finding a place to sit. But no space. So then a person got up. A PERSON. A. A. A you kow what A means? it means ONE. okay, so ONE PERSON got up and me and amanda tried to squish ourselves into that one person space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And much to our 'delight', it was bloody uncomfortable. So we decided to leave the library and go home since SOMEONE obviously didnt want us there. Thats wad amanda said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just jealous. Jealous that if there was a fire in the library, Amanda and I would be the first ones to escape because we were sitting next to the emergency exit, and he would die. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOl. end of story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115356020506278320?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115356020506278320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115356020506278320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115356020506278320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115356020506278320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-like-sleepingzzzzzzz.html' title='I feel like sleeping...ZZzzzzz'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115312824058339513</id><published>2006-07-17T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T02:24:00.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye brother</title><content type='html'>My bro's flyin off to canada this friday! Too bad i can't send him off cuz his flight is like 8.30am and i have to go to school.=.= this sucks. omgosh, how much i wish i were in my bros place, i mean he deserves to go, but like i wana go to canada tooo...=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The least he can do for me is to take lotsa lotsa pictures of everything and everyone. And like exchange email adds with his canadian friends and add them in msn and stuff. its gonna be wierd without seein me brotherly brother fer two weeks.haa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I best not be typing too much. Gtg and do homework..haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: this wierd person called Abdillah just added me...wOot&lt;br /&gt;O yeah. and in the mrt today, theres this fierce looking, or like those gangster looking man ask me friends for a dollar to take bus or mrt or something. HE SCAM PPL LA! lols two of me friends didnt give, but another friend got give.. he keep asking lor that bugger. nxt time ask police catch him then he know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115312824058339513?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115312824058339513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115312824058339513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115312824058339513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115312824058339513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/07/bye-brother.html' title='Bye brother'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115270159963086400</id><published>2006-07-12T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T03:53:19.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secretszzz?</title><content type='html'>Secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the word. People tell me lots of secrets. You know why? cuz i dont tell other ppl what i hear. But u know wad? recently, i let one slip. And now that poor person who told me the secret is at the risk of millions of people knowing her secret. Because of two people. Yq and jol. Mainly jol though. She just cant keep her mouth shut. I regret this. I feel so sad i told the secret. I am so disappointed in myself. Never ever trust someone like jol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i still havent bought my mp4 yet. No time to go and look at it. As in go to the creative store and audio house to pick the one most suitable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bros been pretty obsessed with DOTA recently. The moment he comes back from school, he plays non stop. And i hao xin buy doublecheeseburger for him to eat, then instead of talking longer with jol and yq, i hurried them up so i could go home and the burger wont get cold. And what did he do? He continued playing. I am so bloody pissed with him. I will not buy anything for him in the future. humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Life just sucks currently. I just realized more than ever how i suck at almost everyting i do. The only thing i do not suck at is sleeping. Even i suck at playing the com. Cuz my com sucks. Life is just a piece of shit. And irritating ppl bloody piss me off.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to hit the books and fly away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115270159963086400?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115270159963086400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115270159963086400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115270159963086400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115270159963086400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/07/secretszzz.html' title='Secretszzz?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115218213547852658</id><published>2006-07-06T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T03:42:37.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like sleeping</title><content type='html'>Now i know how much I like to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a really really tiring day. I had like english in the morning. And i had to do this shitty english presentation on powerpoint. And omgosh, its screwed. Im like standing there talking to myself, noone can hear me, im bloody embarrassed, I duno what im talking abt. Argh zhen shi dui ren xian yan. I so sua ku, so pai seh...=( But luckily its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was bio. BIO! Mr Munir is so bloody funny. He damn funny la. Siao one he. But i mean his teaching, teach too fast. Im not that smart, then i was like totally frowning cuz i couldnt understand a thing. Ty mr munir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was PE. Badminton! Whooosh! Badminton rocks sia. Ty mr chua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess. Ate prawn noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. I suck in chinese. So the book report we had to do. I was like writing crap. I didnt even know what i was writing. Morever my book, by some dude called 'xi ni er' his/hers stories are soooooooooooo boring! Now i finally realized how not boring ding zhuang meng is. This is way worse. So turns out book is boring and not really understandable. Book report also boring and not understandable.Screwed. But luckily its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies. Went to the lab for this. Fun sia. Everyone was totally not paying attention, except me :D. LOL then i did some research and found some stuff related to the bilateral ties of Germany and Singapore on some website called &lt;a href="http://www.mfa.gov.sg"&gt;www.mfa.gov.sg&lt;/a&gt;? Lol not sure. Budden Joween, Yeewei and Celestine couldnt care less. So i gave up persuading them to look at the stuff i found. Lol. Anyways, lab was fun. Ty mr ong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem lab. Didnt really go for this one. Cuz we had to go for Olevel oral. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the o lvl oral completely sucked. O level CHINESE oral. sucks sia. i was stammering when i read the stupid passage for the first half of the passage. then the second half i began to read more fluently, you know, tong shun then like no ting dun ( pauses) then i was hoping the passage was longer cuz like im not so nervous can read properly. then the passage ended. =.=. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the conversation totally sucked. joween was like laughing at me abt it. Seriously la i tried my best. but all my chinese tense got screwed up. usually my chinese is like okok. i dont use wrong tenses. but this time i got it all wrong. the teachers looked at me like i was some english cuckoo who didnt know how to speak no chinese. eeeeeeeeughh. but i tried my best. really did. too bad i was nervous. oh and kept looking at only one teacher even though there was two. real mean isnt it, not looking at the other one? but i like sort of, forgot about her? yeaa ... But luckily its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then joween decided to go for a little useless adventure. We sorta. Okay. I better not say it. Lest we get punished or get demerit points for it. I hate joween for it really. She made my feet and legs really sore, i could barely walk. And my knees all stained with dirt, and my hands all dirty and black and my uniform greyish. Ew.. I hate joween. nahh. i just hate her for doing this to me lol. It was like doing PT x 10 thousand. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im done here. Celest says i type too much. Well who cares. its my blog anyways. Haha. lols by readers, i gtg get ready for choir...o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: O yea. something extremely funny happened. Today regarding three ppl and a hamster. HAHAHAHHAHAHA. lols ok. ill not be mean anymore. nobody deserves to be treated like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115218213547852658?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115218213547852658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115218213547852658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115218213547852658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115218213547852658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-like-sleeping.html' title='I feel like sleeping'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115209120538562273</id><published>2006-07-05T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T02:20:05.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im so sick of school now.</title><content type='html'>- I screwed up my chemistry test. Cuz i couldnt recall all the freaking formulas even though i studied until 1am for two days.&lt;br /&gt;-I have english presentation tomorrow and i hate talking infront of a big group of people.&lt;br /&gt;- O level oral chinese tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;-Chinese yue du bao gao tomorrow. I havent started reading the book yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired right now. Im so bloody sick of school. Im so bloody irritated with myself. Im so frustrated about everything. I screw everything up. I hate my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115209120538562273?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115209120538562273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115209120538562273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115209120538562273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115209120538562273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-so-sick-of-school-now.html' title='Im so sick of school now.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115164846577262149</id><published>2006-06-29T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T23:21:05.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple Poo</title><content type='html'>Havent been updating for a long time. I finally ahve time to blog. Today is sports day, and like the event ended at 10am? then ying qian, jolene, tabitha,and two people( binghao and guorong i think) went to eat kfc. The chicken was okay, coke not enough, mash potato and salad too much.And then, like all of them started talking about primary school memories and i was sitting there bored to death. Seriously, i thought i would die. I was bloody tired, wanted to sleep, wanted to close my eyes and just fall on my chicken and sleep for the rest of my life. When i went back home in the bus, i barely kept my eyes open. Really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the same time last year, sports day. My cca made a fool of themselves, but not so much as a fool as today. Its like our cca only has around 20 people? How are you able to cheer to the whole school with such a pathetic number of people? The whole school was laughing like mad. After the cheering my face was blushing like shit cuz so damn diu lian. Ahhhh... its like i hate sports day lor how am i gonna face my friends in school. I mean you know that we are gonna suck in cheering wad so why put us in? Einstein once said, you're a fool if you keep trying the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.  Now you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am i gonna face the whole sec 3 or whatever populace on tuesday. We made such a fool of ourselves, a disgrace. EARghhHHAGHERHGhg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really, really hate my cca now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115164846577262149?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115164846577262149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115164846577262149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115164846577262149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115164846577262149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/06/triple-poo.html' title='Triple Poo'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115113555551902304</id><published>2006-06-24T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T00:53:34.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double poo</title><content type='html'>omg this is so poo-ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? today is a saturday. tomorrow is a sunday, and then comes monday. school starts on monday and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent done my homework.&lt;br /&gt;And what am i doing now? Im blogging!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115113555551902304?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115113555551902304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115113555551902304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115113555551902304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115113555551902304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/06/double-poo.html' title='Double poo'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-115045603803187528</id><published>2006-06-16T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T04:07:18.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT!</title><content type='html'>Omg im like soooooooooooooooo extremely dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for my death:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wasted 3 bloody weeks doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;- And that means i have only 1 week to start cramming/completing my homework&lt;br /&gt;-The homework that i need to do takes up alot of time. I took my bloody hols for granted.  I thought like i had a little homework and then NOW when time is like whoooshing away i just realized how much work i have left to do.&lt;br /&gt;- In addition, i have to do some stupid chart thing for some math. And i havent even started on math questions ( which is ALOT), read ding zhuang meng, create a blog for chinese ( which i dunno is for wad), read another chinese book( i also dunno for wad),do zhou ji( i think i have to write 4 or something), and jian bao gan xiang, chem wksht,bio wksht and study for chem test chap 6.1-6.10.&lt;br /&gt;-This is so miserable.&lt;br /&gt;-Im going to genting tmr. How to complete. ill try, and waste my hols. Who cares i need to complete my homework!! Okay I PROMISE MYSELF THAT I WILL COMPLETE ALL AT LEAST BY FRIDAY! OKAY STUPID GIRL U MUST COMPLETE IT OR I WILL KILL MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm like so dead. Nobodys replying my messages. Why!? The im not sure what to do with zhou ji or jian bao or some shit. ARRGHH!&lt;br /&gt;-Shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-115045603803187528?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/115045603803187528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=115045603803187528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115045603803187528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/115045603803187528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/06/shit.html' title='SHIT!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114983428120892705</id><published>2006-06-08T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T23:24:41.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woooosh!</title><content type='html'>LOL okay okay, i update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, two weeks have flown by. And i havent even touched my homework. What kind of attitude is this?! I mean i attempted to study chemistry, but i ended up looking at the same page for like 2 hours and nothing went into my head. Bummer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my days are getting busier, like this Sunday i have to go for church choir and next week monday, tuesday,wednesday im going to a research instituition on jurong island from 7am to 5pm. Thursday i have to go for church choir practice. Friday i have to go for ac2 meeting and then cheering. Saturday go Genting until tuesday I think. So i cant go for church choir on Sunday lol. I barely have time to complete my homework. I just realized i just "bai bai lang fei" my two weeks of free time??!!! ARGH WAD IS THIS! Why cant i be motivated to study, i made so many promises to myself to be hardworking and stuff. Seems like its all empty promises huh. This is so gay, I have to complete my homework. Okay at least Ill try to complete it in two days?Dont think its enough but i hope i at least complete half or ill die a horrible death when school reopens. I havent even finished reading the chinese storybook "ding zhuang meng"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd how am i gonna complete reading the stupid book. Like all the words damn chim sia. Then its like the author keep repeating the same points so boring. its like..Okay, how about this, i do a translation. Like he describes a person dying and he's like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He died.&lt;br /&gt;He died horribly.&lt;br /&gt;He died without anyone noticing.&lt;br /&gt;He died when the fruits werent ripe and the leaves were falling.&lt;br /&gt;He just died.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cared.&lt;br /&gt;He died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...*suddenly wakes up* lol oh sorry..=.=.I mean its just an example. Yeah! but i mean thats how the author wrote stuff, bored me to death. Thats why after 3 miserable days, i only read until page 35. And there are like 205 pages in total?! or 105...i dunno.. but its certainly more than hundred...argh.. and this stuff is going to be tested when school reopens. How am i going to score when i dun even know wad the bloody book is talking abt u tell me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another thing is that my lucky lucky lucky x10000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 brother gets to GO TO FREAKIN CANADA!!!!!!!!!!!AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. OH and it doesnt stop there. Noo. HE GETS TO STAY AT FREAKIN CANADA FOR A FREAKIN TWO WEEKS IN A HIGH CLASS FREAKIN VILLAGE IN WATERLOO AND STUDY IN A FREAKIN PLACE CALLED PERIMETER INSTITUTE WITCH WHITCH WHICH ( sorry i just had a mind block, forgot how to spell 'which')COSTS ABOUT A FREAKIN FEW MILLION TO BUILD WITH SEVERAL FREAKIN GENIUSES SPECIALISING IN FREAKIN PHYSICS FROM 50 FREAKIN COUNTRIES ALL OVER THE FREAKIN WORLD!!!!!!!!!! arghhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehem, pardon the freakins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANA GO TO CANADA! Im stuck in sg. Stuck in this lonely country in the middle of the world. Stuck, trapped. I cant go to any other countries besides malaysia? And thats pathetic. Seriously. but im not asking for much. Of course im jealous, but cant be helped can it. I mean we dont have money to go to canada for a holiday. So it sucks seriously. Lol..but its okay..Just hope dat my brother will take lots and lots and lots of pictures to show me. =)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I JUST REMEMBERED. over there in waterloo, ontario, canada, food and lodging is provided by the institute. Damn. Wad a lucky boy he is huh?... he says hes scared he'll get an accent when he comes back. lol cuz hes stuck with all the ppl for two weeks. Hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k think ive said enough.. cheeria!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114983428120892705?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114983428120892705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114983428120892705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114983428120892705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114983428120892705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/06/woooosh.html' title='Woooosh!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114907027537127052</id><published>2006-05-31T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T03:11:15.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flag Day</title><content type='html'>Flag day was bloody tiring. at first like they said they wanted to go to orchard to get the donations. and then they decided not to. so we stayed in tampines mall. but we didnt even get a cent in tampines mall. so we went to bedok. Thats where all the coins i had in my donation thingy came from. Bedok. Lol.But i mean its like asking ppl for donation, so pai seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went with yee wei, johannes and wenxiu. then its like all our donation bags so pathetic got like a few coins in it only. so after standing in the hot sun for like two hours and walking for over 10000000km, we decided to go to the airport. cuz johannes said the ang moh people very generous, cuz our currency is like peas to them lol. But i mean the airport... you cant expect to get much money there. at least go city hall or orchard or bugis, where its an open area. and the people will donate.Like in the airport, everyones just walking abt, trying to get on thier flights or sitting round waiting for people to arrive. Its like wierd to ask ppl to donate, and the place is so bloody quiet too. haihh. i didnt get anything out of changi airport. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were tired of walking around and then we went to mcdonalds. I sort of redeemed my points and got 6 piece nugget free. it costs 300 points and i had like 900+ points lol. Then wen xiu cant stand the airport cuz she cant get donations so she went away and the rest of us talked abt calories or fat stuff in the mcdonalds sheet on the tray thing and yeeweis long lost brother and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so tired now..i wana sleep. i think my moms gonna make me go to tuition tomorrow. Oh i just remembered! im in the bloody music ministry in church aka church choir.! WOOot! my voice is like shit. I WANA BE A WARDEN! AHHH......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im so dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114907027537127052?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114907027537127052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114907027537127052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114907027537127052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114907027537127052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/05/flag-day.html' title='Flag Day'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114864643761638154</id><published>2006-05-26T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T05:27:17.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My results</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog in the computer lab at first but then the stupid computer was so bloody slow i couldnt do anything. whatever. anyways like in maple ludibrium came out like 2 days ago? and i still havent been there i mean i cant find dark nependeath seeds. cuz i really need that to complete part of the quest and i dont want to like spend money going to ludibrium and then waste money coming back to ossy and then to vic again so yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are going to perth tomorrow. I should have gone!! I thought there was this england trip for the lit students and in the end i dont think we're even going at all. Haihh..now i wont be able to go for holidays anymore , or at least in the near future...=(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my results. Dont even talk to me about them. Cuz they suck, majorly suck. It sucks like shit. its even worse than shit. Its the most shittiest results of all time. I cant even stand looking at it. That asshole of a shawn, he keeps asking about results results results..like " what did u get for bio?", " i get very bad leh. i got 74.8 then they dont want to round up for me i so angry". He's making me bloody depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he goes again. He just asked me " whats your level position?" PLEASE i cant stand this. then i said " can you PLEASE stop talking about results?" then he said "give me a range of 50 and i will leave you alone. =)" then i said "NO! all u talk abt is results. i know u get very good lah but can dont suan people or not. " then he said "no....my level position oso 100+ plus only....you too sensitive!" and i said "haiiih"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay dont believe him . he always lies to people. ESPECIALLY ABOUT RESULTS. like i got 59 only...in the end get like 80 plus. wth la..this people...Goodness! wah ...i just checked.  for the first time in years he decided to talk abt something other than results..lol "stop haihhing...tmr i got flag day...so excited=)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i damn depressed la. you people dont talk to me abt results anymore or i will slap you. PLEASE! wo shou gou le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays..anyways like its the last day of sch today. but i have to come back for stupid lessons for math for some makeup lesson thing on functions?? sian..but nvm..itll be good for me lol..first time so enthu abt studying huh? lol actually i love studying. just that sometimes it all seems so boring. thats why i like to go to those exchange trip stuffs so it becomes more exciting you know.. lol..kk gtg. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114864643761638154?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114864643761638154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114864643761638154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114864643761638154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114864643761638154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-results.html' title='My results'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114801659447287634</id><published>2006-05-18T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:29:54.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im so bored</title><content type='html'>Bored bored bored bored bored. Today's a holiday. Yet theres nothing to do. amanda just called me ask me whether wanna go out. then like its already 1.30pm, now go out is damn sian. i wana play badminton! but nobody wana go and play its like always they have something on then canot go. so sian. if feel like playing card games like bridge or wadever, theres nobody to play with me. i feel like watching a movie, noone wants to go and watch movies. i feel like watching tv shows, there are no nice shows on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This totally sucks man. I am so damn bored and the weather is hot and sucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114801659447287634?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114801659447287634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114801659447287634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114801659447287634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114801659447287634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-so-bored.html' title='Im so bored'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114724097534822931</id><published>2006-05-09T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T23:08:27.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>This was what i wrote the day before the first exam. To the school, i spent 3 hours on it. and theres something wrong with the stupid server so i couldnt send the thing.Its regarding marking days, cuz no surprise, our school chooses to give us none. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic I want to cover here has been the hot subject in school these few days, and I don’t have much in the way of scientific data in it. Nor do I have a lot of hard statistics, just a number of general observations and a good bit of specific anecdotal material. The nitty-gritty of what I’m about to write is this: Recently, the school and the management board have received countless suggestions and pleas regarding the exam timetable and marking days. Though I know that the school has done their best to answer our questions, I still want to reinforce the points of the people who wrote in, in the hope that the school will really do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;As the examinations are fast approaching, I believe that the change of timetable is far too impractical. However, I believe that the issue of marking days is still worthy of consideration. Other schools normally give about 2-3 days for marking. The students get to catch up on their sleep, rest, or play after several weeks of hard work and mugging. Without marking days now, I am not sure how the teachers are able to do the marking. Do they do it in between lessons? If there were marking days, teachers would be able to dedicate the whole day for marking, and not just teaching the students, getting to classes on time, sacrificing their lunch breaks to finish marking by the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;Using an example from a blog I came across which belongs to a teacher: “Getting tired and tomorrow and Fri would be marking days but will still have to report to school at the same time. Pray for me. I'm gonna die horribly...I have 8 classes to mark and all marks must be in by Fri !!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;You may refer to an entry dated Wednesday October 12 on http://jovialjoey.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;You may argue that what one teacher feels is insufficient evidence that all the teachers feel that way, more less when the teacher is from a different school. However I think that the teachers are already very stressed up teaching us in the first place, there is a possibility that what that one teacher says reflects on what is going on in the mindsets of the other teachers. It is not only about us, we want our teachers to get some rest too.&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the exam timetable, Dr. Boon may be right about letting us experience how the O levels are like and I barely have any complaints about it, though the rest of my friends may not feel the same way. On behalf of the students, I apologise if we have offended you or the school in any way. I hope that you are able to pardon us if we seem to lack self-control and vent our anger inappropriately in the Students Suggestion Scheme.&lt;br /&gt;I have witnessed and heard instances of students saying that whenever they hear some corporate fat cat make noises about how they are too insane to offer true constructive suggestions – listening to the whole issue, recognizing the problems, recognizing what is being done right, and getting involved to help remedy the problem, they can’t help but think that the school management board does not tolerate any view that differs from its own. Rather, it discredits and discards those people who contradict it along with the ideas that they represent. It takes things out of context, twists them around, and then neglects to provide decent referencing so the reader can check up on it. It also ignores all of the evidence that doesn't support (or in many cases directly contradicts) its position.&lt;br /&gt;The students feel choleric and indignant and it has sort of ruined our mood to study but I think we will get over it.&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, the school management has been in a difficult position lately, and I am sorry to add to your burden, but I strongly suggest that you reconsider my suggestion of giving us at least one marking day even if you think that after all the critisicms that you have received, we deserve not more or none at all. I would not be so bold as to ask for two marking days, but I think what we all want is at least one marking day than none at all.&lt;br /&gt;I know that the school management has explained to us about the timetable countless of times, but I did not hear the explanation regarding the marking days.Please reexamine the possibility of my suggestion and even if the school still refuses to give us any marking days,it’ll be sad for us. But at least you know how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;I apologise if I happen to say anything offensive or inappropriate in this suggestion and I look forward to your reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestion: Give us marking day/s&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;So this is it. Back to todays entry.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, finally, finally! The exams are OVER! But im still so depressed. Cuz i know im screwed for it. only one day to enjoy, one pathetic day. And its not as if i didnt study, i worked my ass off, memorising stuff, studying, and what do i get? Like i completely blanked out when i saw the idiotic paper, so all the answers are just based on my common sense. Now tell me, do you think i can get good marks for that? HuH? ....................i mean if i didnt study, of course you'd expect bad results. BUT I STUDIED!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is always life so mean to me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i mean if the results dont turn out that bad, i mean if it turns out good then im gonna play my fav sport...badminton! woo! okay i dont feel like thinking of badminton right now...sighhh.. im gonna be so screwed. i mean in this whole exam, the only subject which i was confident at was amath. And my amath usually suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im screwed for : geography, literature, biology, chemistry,HIGHER CHINESE(ARGH!),emath,english,social studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea and the saddening part is that today's emath exam..i knew it was easy. i looked at the question and it would be quite simple if i REMEMBERED THE BLOODY FORMULA. the question was simple, the school gave us simple questions really. AND I FORGOT THE FORMULA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FREEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so pissed off at this i cant think straight. I dont even know why im even blogging at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114724097534822931?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114724097534822931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114724097534822931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114724097534822931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114724097534822931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114578740858249554</id><published>2006-04-23T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T03:18:06.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed up</title><content type='html'>Okay so after my exams, before the results come out, ill just play like mad. And ill decide whether to laugh or cry depending on how my results turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hope I laugh all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114578740858249554?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114578740858249554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114578740858249554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114578740858249554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114578740858249554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/04/stressed-up.html' title='Stressed up'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114552786620171269</id><published>2006-04-20T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T03:13:35.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalala</title><content type='html'>lalalalala...went home with pamo/yeewei yst..haaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in pe...MR CHUA LET US PLAY BADMINTON!! AHHHH!! let me tell u something that u guys dont know..badminton is my passion! I LOVE BADMINTON!!! it rocks ok i tell u..i have always loved badminton since i was a kid cuz it ROCKS! AHHH! oh and mr chua rocks too cuz he let us play badminton...lol everyone was like saying" i used to hate badminton but now i like it more." hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So badminton..at first we couldnt get a place on the grnd so we played on the stage and the ceiling is so darn irritating cuz its so low and the shuttlecock keep hitting it. then we got a place on the floor and its much better. ya know everyone was shocked that i hit the shuttlecock so hard and danicia kept saying i keep slamming the shuttlecock. But let me tell u this guys, i LOVE TO SLAM.rocks la...lol i rmb gina once said my shuttlecock always come towards her like torpedo..HAHAHa...like everyone in 3c was shocked. and kept complaining i hit too hard, im very ruthless, very rough...but dudes, what do u expect? gentle, ladylike hitting? lidat where got fun. u must have competition man..and i always, always slam.who cares.get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See like everytime i have new classmates, when they dont get to know me better, they think im very quiet, im still quiet, i talk when i want to ok, and ALMOST EVERYBODY thinks im very gentle and clean(celestine's words) and such. duh im gentle and clean. but when it has something to do with sports im very sporty.ya noe in pri sch this teacher called mr yazid, he signed me up for three freaking sports event on sports day, all gota do with running..lol i mean..whats the use of complaining now. so yeah dont expect me to be gentle when i play badminton cuz when u hit the shuttlecock like a sissy, i tell u its no fun at all. if u were in a competition with other ppl ud lose man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, im like so missing badminton now..i wana play this sat. but not sure whether my frens are free..i hope they are cuz i really miss badminton..=(( lol..seriously, now only my primary sch friends noe im crazy bout badminton, especially gina. she knows. cuz i always ask her to play with me lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells i need to do my homework now. and dont be too shocked when a shuttlecock hits ur head and im standing far infront with a racket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114552786620171269?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114552786620171269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114552786620171269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114552786620171269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114552786620171269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/04/lalalala.html' title='Lalalala'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114526398954719352</id><published>2006-04-17T01:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T01:53:09.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of my life</title><content type='html'>okay so now since i have an extremely hectic schedule ahead of me, im just gonna do a short brief of what i have to accomplish later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i have to do and must do today:&lt;br /&gt;1) Learn ting xie&lt;br /&gt;2) Do zuoye&lt;br /&gt;3)Do jianbao&lt;br /&gt;4)Study for biology test&lt;br /&gt;5) Study for geography test&lt;br /&gt;6)Study for chemistry test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i have to do over the next few days:&lt;br /&gt;1) Study for the mid year exams, they're only just a few days away and i havent even freakin started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*well its sort of just that. but theres homework too. and revision/studying takes a loootttt of time trust me. so u better start pushin ur asses up and getting to work. toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114526398954719352?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114526398954719352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114526398954719352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114526398954719352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114526398954719352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/04/pieces-of-my-life_17.html' title='Pieces of my life'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114509110108616740</id><published>2006-04-15T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T02:11:00.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak of nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Who cares if today is not good friday? so what if its yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do u have to scare people like that? you knew i hated these kind of stuff and u did it again and again and again. And its not about scaring me, its about ur conscience lady. Its about ur lies. I asked u if it was scary. And u said no. And i asked u again. Then u said u couldnt even make out the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were no darn words! Some mad guy suddenly pops out and screams at u till ur ears burst while ur listening peacefully to something else. You denied what will happen. i thought u changed man.But for the freak that u are, u never will. You lied, and its not about the lie, its about your conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yesterday he washed away your sins, and yet today you have repeated your mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;what kind of freakish attitude is that man? Werent u blessed enough yesterday? Didnt He purify you enough? Didnt He suffer enough? Huh? and its not about fun too. What's your definition of fun? giving people heart attacks? And its not about flaming you man, i have no intention of doing this. I just cant stand it. What with your lies, and pretending to be holy and righteous, when ur heart is just as black as the coal in a fire. rock hard, no blood, just black. black as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with the. Oh god you have helped me so much i thank you? Whats with the belief and trust in god? whats with the invalid excuses? Whats up with YOU? i see u, on ur chair laughing away, glad that you've aroused fear in someone else again. i dont intend to fight back. I dont intend to send u a different program but with similar things inside to u and hope u experience the same thing i did. Cuz i know what you'll do. U'll just send it to someone else and ask them to open it up first so they'll tell u wad happened. Dont try to deny this. Ive been with u long enough to know what you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Underneath everything, you're just a freak of nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Because of you i have no mood to study biology. If u carry on like this, it cant be helped. oh no and dont try to say that im petty okay. cuz ur the one that cant stand walking on puddles. ur the one thats pampered and ignorant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;cuz ur the one that wants to take advantage of people and probe their weakest points to build urs up. Dont think ive fallen, ive not, im just giving in. I dont worry now cuz justice will be served to you like cold bread on a plate, be it on earth or somewhere down there. You'll get what u deserve. Unless one day u change, He will continue to frown upon you. He'll get u to change ur ways. But if ur being influenced by lucifer. I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;follow ur heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114509110108616740?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114509110108616740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114509110108616740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114509110108616740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114509110108616740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/04/freak-of-nature.html' title='Freak of nature'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114499205383151417</id><published>2006-04-13T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T22:20:53.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My vids were removed</title><content type='html'>Some user removed four vids frm the 12 i put up. i mean its cool why do u have to remove it??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today's good friday. bless you, im gonna go to church today. and i went to like tons of churches yesterday even, makes me feel kinda holy dont u think? oh man im not supposed to be going online. mye's are coming, better study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114499205383151417?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114499205383151417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114499205383151417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114499205383151417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114499205383151417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-vids-were-removed.html' title='My vids were removed'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114447517885587099</id><published>2006-04-07T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:46:18.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to meeeee....yayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna wish for&lt;br /&gt;-happiness&lt;br /&gt;-extremely good grades&lt;br /&gt;-healthy and happy family with a very long life&lt;br /&gt;-increase lvl in maple&lt;br /&gt;-get in VJ?&lt;br /&gt;-do extremely well in olevels, exams, tests(goes under the second wish)&lt;br /&gt;-what i want&lt;br /&gt;-blessings all around&lt;br /&gt;-mp3&lt;br /&gt;-dvds&lt;br /&gt;-friends who dont betray me&lt;br /&gt;-myself not falling asleep in class and paying attention and studying hard&lt;br /&gt;-the stars&lt;br /&gt;&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/13463312-114447517885587099?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114447517885587099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114447517885587099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114447517885587099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114447517885587099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114441616826548568</id><published>2006-04-07T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T06:22:48.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wah lao</title><content type='html'>wah lao just now i type one whole post i type damn long somemore and then the program had to hang and everything i type was deleted . AHHHHH!!!!! looks like i have to type everything again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmrs my birthday=)))...wish me happy birthday u freaks. and for those of u who were too ignorant to rmb tmr was my birthday i hope u _______. lol jk jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was as boring, as usual. the whole week was boring. im like just sitting there like an idiot with only the teacher to entertain me...=.=and then in hcl, they just had to saboh me. wahleow u noe its like the zuo ye everyone duno how to do the question and i was the only one who wrote the answer down and then they had to say i knew it and they saboh me wth. i was saying the ans with a red face. ahhh..so embarrasing. tmr my bdae still saboh me..so mean..=((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and todae after cca we were in the concourse and these two guys wah they play the piano damn chio man. they're the seniors, ex-st johns i think, then they came back and played the piano in the concourse and omg it was fab man. the music was heavenly. its just made ppl like me feel bad.and this stupid guy had to ruin the fun/music by talking out his stupid flute and playing it really loudly so that it clashed with the melodious music coming out of the piano. jol, ying qian and i wanted to slap the person...and  pls la..the guys that were playing the piano were really good and they played the mario song and u noe maksims bumblebee thing. even jol was envious of them. after they left, jol had a go at the piano but she couldnt rmb how to play the song so its not that fun but shes good anyway. and then this victor guy played the piano and it was fab too.ahh! i was so envious. i mean im the only lowly one down there who hasnt learned piano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all because my mum had to let a teacher frm the community centre teach me piano instead of the one in yamaha music school and the dumass teacher expected me to know how to play on the first day! then she said my fingers were like carrot or wad..she very shit lor. i should have learned piano u noe actually cuz my fingers are long so easier to stretch but i didnt learn so its pretty wasted. haiih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing that happened today was PHOEBE LYING TO MR NIZAM ABT THE MATH WORKSHEET!!!she lied to mr nizam dat she put the worksheet in mrs ong pigeon hole when she didnt even do it at all, so she borrowed my worksheet frm me, which was already returned and marked, liquid away my name and then put her name on top then handed in to mr nizam. and so now my wksht is with the teacher! i  mean in all righteousness phoebe should get in trouble for this cuz she lies to teachers too much. she lied to ms sng too. when ms sng asked her for some comprehension, summary, composition or wad not, she lied she put in the pigeon hole. tho she didnt even do it at all. then u know i wanted to tell mr nizam abt wad phoebe did but he walk too fast then i couldnt tell him. im gona tell him on monday though i think. phoebe shouldnt do this seriously, she lies alot she betrays ppl, she makes empty promises.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing more to say ciao. and phoebe u shldnt betray me or else ur in deep shit. ahaahahahahah lol. do ur hw la its for ur own gd.learn frm celestine =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114441616826548568?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114441616826548568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114441616826548568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114441616826548568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114441616826548568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/04/wah-lao.html' title='wah lao'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114424103189011573</id><published>2006-04-05T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T05:43:51.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>??!!!</title><content type='html'>My seat is still as boring as ever. During Bio today i almost fell asleep. IN CLASS! okay u may think like well everyone falls asleep. Duh. But I have never, and i say NEVER fallen asleep in class before ...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres no homework today! WOOO!! omg and when i went home i sorta slept for 1 and a half hour, i set my alarm to wake me up after 2 hours, and my stupid brother had to go and disturb me with his bolster. Kept hitting my head with it. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dont laugh. its not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a performance in school today. Some band frm our school. I used to think they were called floodgates or something and then they announced a totally diff one today.Anyway the point is the music was really great, and they sang and played a song with edited lyrics and the new name is called" the anthem" i think. its really great. though the person singing it shoudnt shake his head too much, feels like he's on drugs or something..=.=..his head was like going up and down up and down. hahaha, moron. And the electric guitars were way cool man. And during some part of the song they all jumped up together. so cool. im picking up guitar this may,but its the classical one. so its not that great, but the electrics are too expensive. and if i learn and i dont buy the electric guitar itll be a waste, so i learn the classical one and i can afford the classical guitar lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my form teach says not to mention anything about teachers, what they're doing wrong and stuff, or any personal attacks.so i better not say anything here. u never know what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I wanna watch ice age 2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114424103189011573?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114424103189011573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114424103189011573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114424103189011573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114424103189011573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='??!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114381367381928371</id><published>2006-03-31T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T06:01:13.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzz...</title><content type='html'>Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzz....first of all. cuz im sitting next to two ppl in class whom i dont know very well theres nothing to talk about. And i was dying down there okay. And i kept looking out the window. (I miss my door seat =((()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what i did when i got bored? I actually tried to study chem. Wow..this is a miracle man. But in the end i got nowhere..and besides that i smsed phoebe and yeewei lame messages . Like "im bored like shit" "this is so boring""zzzzz..." lol..funny sia. wasting my sms..=.=..i duno how i will be able to survive the boredom of nxt wk haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so today was reallllly boring. i have absolutely nothing to say.just that theres lots of homework and tests again, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114381367381928371?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114381367381928371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114381367381928371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114381367381928371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114381367381928371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/03/zzzzz.html' title='Zzzzz...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114329474758233814</id><published>2006-03-25T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T05:52:27.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114329474758233814?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114329474758233814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114329474758233814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114329474758233814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114329474758233814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/03/stressed-out.html' title='Stressed out'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114303495051254483</id><published>2006-03-22T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T05:42:30.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chem test tmr</title><content type='html'>Chem test! argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOEBE DONT SPAM MY TAGBOARD YOU! mad-hatter.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know actually our macbeth quite good. we got like the best among the four groups? u know why? because of my ingenious tactics in decorating celestine up and yee wei and joweens mighty powerful brains that they are able to think of answers to ms kohs questions. PRO! I applaud you people..BRAVO BRAVO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for that slacker phoebe who doesnt do anything but talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk..and slack and not pay attention and acts innocent even though shes just the spawn of the devil. I can say that because PHOEBE IS A FREETHINKER! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. nah i shant be mean. phoebe is just a mean old girl.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was a very exciting say if i say so myself. I mean today we had this witch presentation on macbeth for literature so darn funny. ahahahaha..lol.okay but the exciting part is after school see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*names are not mentioned incase something happens*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____ , _____, _____,_____ and I, were in the __ classroom doing a sort of 'illegal gathering' (lol thats wad mdm eio said) some sort of chat, which was INTERESTING. About ____ and ______ while ______ was trying to ____ this person called _____, and she tried to ______ but it failed so alot of people _____ her. And also ____ was _____ by everybody because she _______ and when she ______ its so _______.  So i told them _______ used my phone to sms _______.And we were wondering why _____ doesnt want to say that _________________. And ______ was trying to tell him that _________. Its already so long. And i was listening and listening and listening and its all very interesting. And we were ________________________, and stuff.hahaha._______ us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats all i can say fill in the blanks urself.heeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114303495051254483?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114303495051254483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114303495051254483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114303495051254483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114303495051254483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/03/chem-test-tmr.html' title='Chem test tmr'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114258207483413416</id><published>2006-03-16T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T00:02:13.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2A chalet</title><content type='html'>Lots of people say i talk abt homework too much. I have to blog about homework. Because i need to motivate myself to do homework. Cuz its all talk see, theres no action involved. thats why i have to force myself to DO the homework not just talk abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, all i feel like is playing maple.Since maple decided to release aqua world at this bloody time when i have no time to play and so much homework to do and tests to study for??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ms ___ has given us mountains and hills and valleys and oceans full of english homework to do. And im like doing them veryyy slowly, i dont think i can finish all my homework today. but ill try. THEN I CAN PLAY TOMORROW! WOOT! ok lol. so now im looking through the recommended reading list, and since now i dont have any book and thus have not started reading i duno when ill be able to finish the book review. Sucks la i duno which freakin book to pick to read..=.= and ive got like one million homework later left to do. Oh shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thats beside the point. im here to blog abt 2A chalet not homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so 2a's chalet was on tuesday and wednesday and thursday. tuesday was fun. And thats when i did the most activities.I went to this christain church called ____stone..i duno wad stone it is..i forgot the full name. And the session or activity or sermon or wad is called ignite.nice name huh.natty brought us there.in the beginning it was kind of awkward and boring see because im the only catholic there?! pamela not included cuz i just realized shes not baptised....=.=..so im the only catholic standing there like a dumass. But soon it became funner and funner and everyone was singing and shouting and stuff and then lp , ys, mh, cr, pam started to get bored and then suddenly natty stood up and started muttering some language and started praying for us really loudly. its like totally scary man.its like shes scolding us cuz we're doing something wrong and that made me cry man. i cried like mad.then ppl were looking at me like im an idiot.cuz i seemed to be the only person doing that.then after few mins or something other ppl started crying too lol..and then i started to feel so touched and sad and i dunoo.cant describe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then cg came to talk.lol..so fun i was paying attention that time..then after that after everything was over we went back happily..haaa..and then at night..i duno whether it was fun or wad. before the real night began, damn fun sia. got jacintha,benedict,benhui,cherng ru and me(duh) then we were on the bed in the dark..haha..and we were doing cheers and singing songs from camp and doing the actions.wah leow i laughed like mad.so funny!! then after that we started to sleep, then some more people came in..and then later in the night even more people came in and we ended up squashing one another. so like i duno who slept on the floor. at first it was like this: benhui sleeping above my head, minhui sleeping on my right, cherng ru sleeping on my left, yongsheng sleeping below my feet.hahaaa..and the four of them..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im like crammed up already. then yongsheng kept laughing with jacintha and they were kicking around and stuff.and since my legs were on yongsheng's stomach, and yongsheng was laughing his whole stomach was shaking and thus caused my legs to vibrate.....=.=...then minhui is a very good sleeper i tell u.almost everyone was awake except her.then she was sleeping so close to my face.and she was breathing real loudly..! scary man..then benhui , her hand kept dropping down on my face..and then that cherng ru most irritating.he was sleeping sideways then he was moving closer and closer to me, pushing me closer and closer to minhui, and i also sleeping sideways wad.then his leg was like pressing against my leg, and his face was pressing against my shirt, i could feel his hair eugh.then he was breathing very loudly also.ON MY SHIRT!! i have to wash man.and then i was so squished up.Then like every 10 seconds suddenly he would move and then press his stupid leg against my leg! AHH..somemore my shorts is not very long lor pls...then i couldnt sleep man i was thinking to myself.nxt time dun sleep next to him again..=.=..then later in the night when the majong ppl came up jacintha changed place with cherng ru and i still didnt get my sleep.cuz jacintha put her hand on my face, and her leg over my leg and was hugging me!!?? and her body so hot la (not the hot sexy the hot temperature) then already the room was very stuffy..! i pushed it down and she put her leg up again.then shihying changed place with benhui then shihying was on top so more peaceful.then like in the middle of the night minhui and jacintha both put their hands on my face?! wth. then i put them both under my head, and then both of them decided to pull thier hands out and then my whole head dropped down.wah leow.lol..but very funny la tho i didnt get much sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second night i got more sleep.cuz it wasnt as crammed up.haa..but amanda and jan decided to wake pam and me at 4am in the morning to go for walk.arrh..(oh i suddenly thought of something.jolene i hope ur phone is better..so sorri..=((()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then u noe wad on the third day i went home and bathed and changed my bedsheet and then i slept, and i slept, and slept and slept and slept and slept, until morning 7.45am when my dad called me up to go NUS. and still felt so tired.even now.i was amazed i actually slept without eating lunch, dinner, and this mornings breakfast. woooohoo..lol.ok..im back to homework..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114258207483413416?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114258207483413416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114258207483413416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114258207483413416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114258207483413416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/03/2a-chalet.html' title='2A chalet'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114215294616835284</id><published>2006-03-12T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:56:37.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sec3 Bonding Camp</title><content type='html'>Everyone's blogging about camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comments for bonding camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girls get 2 minutes each for bathing. How are we gonna bathe in such a short time?! After two minutes the instructors already start banging on ur door. =.=. And then after my bath i still feel disgusting and sticky. eugh.Oh and the second day, i bathed in a flooded cubicle so i was practically swooshing around in the toilet with my slippers around the floor that was filled with 7cm high of water. And i cant imagine how dirty the water on the floor is. Ew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The safari bed so hard man. I cannot sleep properly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not enough sleep. In the morning you have to wake up early cuz everybody else is making noise. Then the first night i only got to sleep at two. Cuz we were moving our beds and bags around and stuff and everyone took a long time to get settled, people were talking or whispering but i can still hear them and then the stupid fan above me kept making stupid noises.Second night was okay. But still not enough sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have to keep screaming and shouting and doing cheers. Im already so bloody tired. My eyes were barely open.And because of all the shouting now im sick, with flu and sorethroat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First day wanted to eat lunch as soon as possible because we did alot of shouting and everything and we were hungry. And we had to do this stupid cheer before eating and because it wasnt loud enough we had to do the stinking cheer again, my stomach was grumbling like mad.And in the end, the food its like sooo little man. The portions were so mini that i couldnt believe it.You make us wait for so long for our food and then you give us this?!You'd better be grateful i didn't collapse or my dad will sue you big time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amazing Race we have to keep running around. I was sweating like mad. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The pat duno what or "boss" has time limits for everything. Like go get your toothbrush in 3 minutes. Pack your bags in 1minute. Assemble in 2 minutes. Wah leow. Puh lease, we're not in the army. Don't need to be so strict man.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The instructor ______, she damn ass la. The campfire the freakin song didnt play the first round, the second round too soft. So were doing the chicken dance by ourselves like mad people. No wonder bryan toh was damn pissed about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ground is filthy man. We sit down our shorts become black, or the paint comes off and it turns blue.And there's stuff all around the floor. Why do we have to sit on cement floor?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We sit there doing cheers and stuff for so many hours i was afraid i would get handicapped.My leg was sooo numb.And my voice was hoarse already. Why'd you have to make us do this?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, even though so many bad stuff happened. Theres still good stuff like&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;At least i get to sleep. Not like other camps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cheers were quite funny, some of them. We learned quite alot really.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was one time we ate at the beach and the food was damn nice. That was the only time it was nice though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Amusing Race was fun. Though we got real sweaty and we were running around like mad people, the activities were cool and we got to travel the whole of sentosa. Thats the nicest activity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got to play some captains ball thing. Our team was in the lead all the way man. And then halfway through they threw this raw chicken.And this chicken was flying in the air spinning around, very funny! But disgusting.Its legs were like going round and round. Haha.Lucky i didnt play or else i would have to touch it.=))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dorm got two airconditioning systems at the side and lots of fans.I just realized got aircon when i looked up.Its barely visible la.You dont look properly u cant see itand in the morning its real cold.But i like coldness..Haa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Station activities fun seh.Especially the balloon thingy, and the step on the numbers thingy(i forgot the name) and the squeezing everyone on the mat and turning it over thingy and the pass the bucket with water inside thingy(maybe cuz i got sprayed on.on such a hot day, the water's cooling)and the marble track thingy. LOl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, i still think the camp stinks.But its not all that bad.Im contradicting myself.argh i duno.But many of my friends said the camp rocks.I dunno.But one things for sure, our instructers Ridhwan(q-mo) and Patrick (starfish) were really nice. They rock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114215294616835284?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114215294616835284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114215294616835284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114215294616835284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114215294616835284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/03/sec3-bonding-camp.html' title='Sec3 Bonding Camp'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114173408518277672</id><published>2006-03-07T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T04:21:25.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>my results are like _______ man. die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114173408518277672?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114173408518277672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114173408518277672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114173408518277672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114173408518277672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114164229570832535</id><published>2006-03-06T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T02:51:35.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WoOt</title><content type='html'>Yay only like two days of school and IM FREE!! well for the week anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im like SOOOO looking forward to the march holidays. sec3 life is much harder than i thought. there are tests almost everyday, we have lack of sleep, we have loads of homework, we barely have time to go out, and when we do go out we go out to study. Actually lack of sleep and tests is the biggest problem. When i dont have enough sleep i go mad, seriously. And my brain totally does not work when im tired, which explains the test results eh?And you'd say, go get some sleep then. DUDE! i WANT the sleep man. I NEED TO SLEEP BUT I CAN'T. CUZ I HAVE HOMEWORK! HOMEWORK! HOMEWORK!. argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets not talk about homework anymore. Its pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay =) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)=)=)&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;=)=)&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;=)=)&lt;br /&gt;=)=)&lt;br /&gt;=)=)&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;=)=)&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;=)=)&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;=)=)&lt;br /&gt;=)=)&lt;br /&gt;=)=)&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;=)=)&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;=)=)&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;=)=)&lt;br /&gt;=)=)&lt;br /&gt;=)=)&lt;br /&gt;=)=)&lt;br /&gt;=)=)&lt;br /&gt;=)=)&lt;br /&gt;=)=)&lt;br /&gt;=)=)&lt;br /&gt;=)=)=)=)=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. i have nothing to say. figure the rest out for yourself folks. im gonna do my homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114164229570832535?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114164229570832535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114164229570832535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114164229570832535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114164229570832535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/03/woot.html' title='WoOt'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114087433519276309</id><published>2006-02-25T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T05:37:11.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biology</title><content type='html'>Bio is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's unmemorisable stuff to memorise and words that are too profound for me to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, shit happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114087433519276309?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114087433519276309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114087433519276309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114087433519276309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114087433519276309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/02/biology.html' title='Biology'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114069218989740457</id><published>2006-02-23T02:49:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T03:07:50.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math is my worst subject</title><content type='html'>I have Amaths test tmr. And like im bloody tired and i dont have any mood to study and i just wanna sleep and sleep and sleep my day away forever because im sooooooooooooo tired. =( I just came back frm swensens though. With jol and ying qian. Damn fun. Though i had to pay first, so xin tong...but tmr..tmr..i will get my money back. you'll see. if they dont pay up ill just go to thier class everyday whenever im free and pester them until they give me back my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate like 2 big bowls of icecream, one hawaiian pizza, and 2 cones of us fries and dips. the food was heavenly man. but in the end i kinda got a sorethroat. cuz i ate too much fries, fried stuff so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive decided not to take my afternoon nap today but instead stay up to study Amaths first, cuz the people at 3B said it was very difficult so im really scared.. but im really really tired too...=( im gonna be dead by 7, and a zombie tmr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morever, i watched america's nxt top model yst. Real nice. I hope nicole wins, she's so sweet and nice...=)..yeah.and because the S rajaratnam died at 90 yst, the show was postponed to 11, and i had to wait like mad, passing my time watching wolves chasing after cute little rabbits for food, and some huge eyed creature who pounced on grasshoppers and moths and beetles and munched em all up. DIS GUS TING!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna go back to study now. i hope i can stay awake..i shld drink coffee, ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: OH YA I JUST REMEMBERED!that day i watched some show on columbine high school shooting u rmb that? its called bowling for columbine. its so bloody sad and touching! make me cry...so sad..i today i watched GATTACA in school and IT ROCKS DUDE!!!!!!!!!! IT ROCKS LIKE MAD! GATTACA ROCKS ROCKS ROCKS U GOTTA WATCH IT ITS BRILLIANT! oh and the best thing is ETHAN HAWKE! OMG!!!! HE IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!ETHAN HAWKE!! WOOO.. dont think im mad. everyone said so. he's like perfect la..thats why the show potray him as sorta perfect. and jude law is nice too, but i think he's kindof..say..wierd? oh i forgot..did he act in the show abt the little child robot person who looked like a child but he could feel and love and stuff.? wads that show called? A.I? yeah i think so..was he that tall robot person? oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114069218989740457?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114069218989740457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114069218989740457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114069218989740457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114069218989740457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/02/math-is-my-worst-subject_114069218989740457.html' title='Math is my worst subject'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114044440372449782</id><published>2006-02-20T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T06:06:43.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just don't know what is happening to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114044440372449782?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114044440372449782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114044440372449782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114044440372449782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114044440372449782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/02/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114027544131604956</id><published>2006-02-18T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T07:10:41.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so nice.</title><content type='html'>I am so nice. =) lol reason being I :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Make an effort to greet teachers, and say hello and bye to people.&lt;br /&gt;2) I helped Shawn create his blog, of which few people know the URL because he refuses to reveal his deepest secrets of hatred to other people because there is a risk of them telling the people he hates about his blog and then the people he hates will know he hates them and they will therefore make life difficult for him.&lt;br /&gt;3) The above shows I am extremely nice and trustable.&lt;br /&gt;4) I am the leader of all conferences. I am the one who decides the fates of people who call in. ( that doesnt make me nice does it? oh well.)&lt;br /&gt;5)I do not say bad things about other people. (Well thats not actually true. But i mean only if the person HAS in some way done me great wrongs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;6) I bring light into other peoples lives, and give them hope, so that they may find the true path to freedom and understand their innerself.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I tag peoples blogs =)&lt;br /&gt;I have flaws. Like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I do not complete my homework on time.&lt;br /&gt;2) I do not complete my homework on time.&lt;br /&gt;3) I do not complete my homework on time.&lt;br /&gt;4) I do not have enough time to study for my tests which may also mean that i have poor time management because i tend to watch television and go online during weekends because those are the only days in which i can actually relax and not worry about tests although i have to worry about tests and homework even during the weekend because there are tests and homework that needs to be handed in on monday and i cant afford to get a demerit point or get into the teachers bad books because i must be the good child who does everything and everything the teachers and parents tell you to and will abide to the rules and regulations of the school and the environment around me.&lt;br /&gt;5) I talk crap.&lt;br /&gt;6) Im a lazy bugger.&lt;br /&gt;7) I have thoughts of quitting school and burning the teachers alive. ( I am terribly sorry for these insane thoughts because really, some teachers are extremely nice and i wouldnt want to quit school even if i wanted to because i know education is and will be of great importance to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..I shall now try to complete my tuition homework though its like 11.12pm now. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a terrible life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-114027544131604956?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114027544131604956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114027544131604956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114027544131604956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114027544131604956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-so-nice.html' title='I am so nice.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-114000953203144850</id><published>2006-02-15T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T05:18:52.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate chinese</title><content type='html'>Chinese lessons suck. The teacher sucks. The periods suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been really hard. I dont get enough sleep. I have too much homework. And i think i wont waste any more of my time blogging until next week.&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/13463312-114000953203144850?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/114000953203144850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=114000953203144850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114000953203144850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/114000953203144850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-hate-chinese.html' title='I hate chinese'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-113957421041293016</id><published>2006-02-10T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T04:23:30.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O level results</title><content type='html'>korkor arh...scold me for what. u get so good already... i think its ur expectations too high then lidat. nvm wan.. TJ also gd school..aniwae u made alot of friends there already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today got some freakin english test. can die man. so bloody difficult..i wrote crap. seriously i wrote crap. but i still wish i will get high marks..lol.. im listening to some shitty trumpet playing frm my room. i mean i can hear it from my room and its playing in the void deck. so noisy. think ppl dun need sleep isit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh i noe my english is getting suckier. i shall improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay today was a very disasterous day i was bloody tired the whole day cuz i didnt get enough sleep the day before you see. i couldnt pay attention in class and all, and i had no mood for anything. that is what lack of sleep does to you. you know i take core literature and elect geography and we have a chance to go to Perth for geography and there is a possibily of us being able to go to england for core literature. So im like deciding now because i cant go to both. And the geography trip is only limited to 35people , and registration is on a first come first serve basis, so im like. I duno whether i wanna go or not. But lots of people have told me to go to England. But what if the England trip doesnt happen in the end? then i cant go anywhere and it would be disasterous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not looking forward to the sec3 bonding camp. firstly, i dont really like my class ( but thats what the bonding camp is for anyway right) and secondly, i detest camps.. really i hate em. and u know this march hols its gonna be REALLY busy for me. Okay, see, i have this biopolis research institute stuff i have to go to 15,16,17 i think. and then theres this class chalet on 13,14,15? and then theres this computer club camp thing on the 14 and 15. omg i wana go to ALL OF THEM BUT I BLOODY WELL CANT. WHY MUST THEY SQUEEZE EVERY THING INTO ONE PATHETIC WEEK OF MARCH HOLIDAY I AM GOING TO BE SO FREAKIN BUSY ILL DIE. ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the point is, im not gonna have enough sleep again and everything. and dats bad cuz i simply LOVEEE to sleep. today was the o level results and i hope the students in our school got very good results so the school will give us the whole day off or half day off one day, or maybe two, or three? *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. ive wrote lots of stuff here so PEACE &lt;s&gt;DAWG&lt;/s&gt; YO. have a nice day =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-113957421041293016?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/113957421041293016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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damn nice. and their dancing is bloody nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT YOU DARE SAY THEY'RE GAY OR I'LL HIT YOU WITH A SLEDGE HAMMER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lololol. my brother is getting his o lvl results tmr. of course even tho sometimes i hate him i still love my brother and so i will wish him good luck and hope u get in VJ. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur sister is so nice XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i knew 3B had a real fun time. they all were laughing like mad over "yo mama" jokes. i so envious sia..i wish i were in 3B =(. oh and my chinese presentation todae was really sucky. so diu lian. i made such a fool of myself. thats why DONT EVER CALL ME TO DO PRESENTATIONS IN FRONT OF PEOPLE CUZ I SUCK AT IT. i majory suck at it. im a disaster. im so disappointed. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont show my face in anglican high ever again =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-113940139763302664</id><published>2006-02-08T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T04:23:17.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Leaf- the only plant that creates misery</title><content type='html'>I just wished he'd &lt;s&gt;curl up&lt;/s&gt; stick on a tree and die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-113940139763302664?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/113940139763302664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=113940139763302664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;im feeling bloody hungry right now, like im gona faint soon. argh..so hungry. im gonna try to complete my hw tmr ...actually..i dont really know wad to type here cuz IM BLOODY HUNGRY!!!!! argh..omg now my heart very pain..i mean i can feel the pain..and im like so hot, it feels so stuffy. oh gawd help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: benedict i am not a pope and i nv will be nor am i a nun because i am so not a devout christian as u are, and popes are for males dude. you hear me POPES ARE FOR MALES and i dont care wad u think so long i be someone who earns alot of money and has a happy life . thankyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-113897743646256570?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/113897743646256570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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today or else tmr everything pile up and i have more homework to do. dont u hate chinese class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean like i dont dare look at my watch because ill know wad time it is and like wahhh got 50 minutes more..siann..actually not sian. im just scared teacher call my name ans question or something. make me nervous all the way. so sucky man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye mums here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday is a cloudy day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-113879910797384554?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/113879910797384554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=113879910797384554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sleeping and watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched one show on vision four half-way called "Duma" i think. the show is veryy nice i gotta buy the dvd soon. then got another french show which i have been looking for a very long time. i saw it on arts central , damn touching * ah my heart breaks * abt some discrimination against jews or something. nice show. but i cant find it. its called au revoir les enfants or in english its called goodbye children. Anyone see it pls contact me straight away ok. i wanna buy it! or u buy for me also can *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to do some shit homework called zhou ji and thats the only homework i havent completed. the teach said that we cant write on chinese new yr we have to write something interesting. As if my life was ever interesting. ive been racking my brains for the past hour and i cant figure out wad to write..arghh! no inspiration. help help help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-113868163529038323?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/113868163529038323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=113868163529038323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/113868163529038323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/113868163529038323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-hate-homework.html' title='I hate homework'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-113845235858558953</id><published>2006-01-28T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T04:45:58.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cny</title><content type='html'>happy cny! I'm currently trying my best to waste time. ive got two hours to spend and since this shitty cyber cafe has no maple i have to make do with internet excess and an expired ' a series of unfortunate events' game. stupid ppl walking arnd trying to look at what im doing thats why i hate cyber cafe's so much. and my brother has turned on the computer volume so loud while playing counterstrike that i can barely hear myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being here i mean in this cybercafe at the moment. no maple no fun. and nobody is talking to me in msn. PLUS i have a fear of other ppl looking at what im doing and thus am bloody cautious that i cant go online in peace. id prefer the cybercafe in genting. well besides the cold air and stuff, genting/ first world aint that good to go as last time. cuz i dont play the bumper cars now cuz the cars definetely suck because they are too heavy to move arnd quickly. so all i do is go online and crap my holidays away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i brought homework this time.so i can crap away my time by doing homework. =.=. ppl are looking behind my back again.shit ill stop typing here now. toodles. tag my blog okay? and thanks for visiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-113845235858558953?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/113845235858558953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=113845235858558953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/113845235858558953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/113845235858558953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny_28.html' title='Cny'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-113826997452402815</id><published>2006-01-26T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T02:06:14.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit</title><content type='html'>bloody hell where are the pictures. im tired. i dun wana do this anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-113826997452402815?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/113826997452402815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=113826997452402815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/113826997452402815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/113826997452402815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/01/shit.html' title='Shit'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-113826991164663155</id><published>2006-01-26T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T02:05:11.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cny</title><content type='html'>hey i just think this template is cool . it is isnt it. tho its kinda old. tmr cny celebration. and can u believe it? my pri sch is coming, and my brother's sec sch is coming to my sec sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lameness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad shld i wear tmr huh? ill obviously wear jeans but im clueless abt the top. i know now im writing all in small letters and i kp using short form.cuz im rushing to do something else..any suggestions on wad to wear??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-113826991164663155?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/113826991164663155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=113826991164663155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/113826991164663155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/113826991164663155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny.html' title='Cny'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-113819217547195618</id><published>2006-01-25T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T04:29:35.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy bdae rach</title><content type='html'>Happy birthdae rachel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i better like do something abt this blog or abandon it forever. so darn sucky, cannot post cannot anything. cannot click this cannot click that. wad is wrong dude??somemore like everyday no time to post just dodododododododo hw. wad kind of life is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the stu phoebs keep betraying me and celest.so mean.shit i have to do homework now.post damn short rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(only some ppl know wad this means)&lt;br /&gt;  Stephanie Starr Johnson Chang. New York&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-113819217547195618?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/113819217547195618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=113819217547195618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/113819217547195618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/113819217547195618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-bdae-rach.html' title='happy bdae rach'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13463312.post-113782303637637443</id><published>2006-01-20T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:58:24.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed like hell</title><content type='html'>I bet anglican high has bodies stacked in a pile behind the locked door...the one that's painted over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are seriously trying to kill me..guess what homework i have. i'll tell you. here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i need to go heymath learn probability&lt;br /&gt;-write eng essay for commonwealth competition(1200-1500words)&lt;br /&gt;-a maths 10 questions&lt;br /&gt;-lit class test:responding to a poem&lt;br /&gt;-du hou gan(1 page)&lt;br /&gt;-jian bao&lt;br /&gt;-zhou ji&lt;br /&gt;-ting xie&lt;br /&gt;-pg 21-23 social studies&lt;br /&gt;-bio wksht&lt;br /&gt;-zuo wen (ru guo)&lt;br /&gt;-chem wkbk&lt;br /&gt;-chem common test&lt;br /&gt;-chinese class test&lt;br /&gt;-bio class test&lt;br /&gt;-lit class test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! I only on the com every week and i have to do all this shit. I dont even have rest time. oh and i have maths tuition tmr and i have to do maths hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13463312-113782303637637443?l=miracles-happen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/feeds/113782303637637443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13463312&amp;postID=113782303637637443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/113782303637637443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13463312/posts/default/113782303637637443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracles-happen.blogspot.com/2006/01/stressed-like-hell.html' title='Stressed like hell'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
