<?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-17890214</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:09:08.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my thoughts, my head</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-4680217838632486003</id><published>2009-01-13T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T02:21:43.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>13th jan 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first post of 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last post while i'm still 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(maybe i should post on a yearly basis, like once a year lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-4680217838632486003?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/4680217838632486003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=4680217838632486003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/4680217838632486003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/4680217838632486003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2009/01/13th-jan-09-first-post-of-2009-last.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-336470701486429320</id><published>2008-05-10T01:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T01:51:25.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/17890214-336470701486429320?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/336470701486429320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=336470701486429320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/336470701486429320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/336470701486429320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2008/05/over-d.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-4926433018851463653</id><published>2008-04-29T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T03:11:21.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>14 hours before the MYAs officially start tomorrow at 8am. hahah such a weird way of counting down, but anw there's just 9MOREDAYSTILLTHEEND!!!! :D:D:D (well not considering the fact that it hasn't even started yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right now, i somehow feel supremely elated at nothing. i'm just feeling veryveryvery happy, for no reason (: again, weird since MYAs are tomorrow. but who carez who needs a reason to be happy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i was thinking about my family and friends and my life generally, and i realised that i'm truly blessed that i've got just about everything for a comfortable life. and that i should be very lucky and not think about anything else that i could complain about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok shall go revise social studies and chinese and what nots. i need to do well for sec 4.... or else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/1047191962850500167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/1047191962850500167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2008/04/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-1504964132959055021</id><published>2008-03-14T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T06:54:54.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY ok hot new orange theme. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind no one visits anyway, and i was so bored, so this is what comes out of my boredness :D please disregard the uh disgusting picture above. &lt;s&gt;it was my best attempt at abstractness &lt;/s&gt;yknow play like play like a child, and play like press the play button??? hurrh knvm ignore me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays have been awesome so far, it's been a pretty good rest, and i think i've slacked much more than i was supposed to. butwell, this hopefully gets me recharged for school next term. killer term. i just realised the slackest term of the year is OVERR. and term 2 is MYAs and term 3 is EYAs. oh great :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just discovered a love for mocha today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;i can't wait to see you again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-1504964132959055021?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-17890214.post-8084349924286337656</id><published>2008-01-30T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T04:56:47.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i have no idea why i'm actually updating, but ohwell. here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was pretty good today coz of the free block english after reccess (: and the movie for chinese. but well apart from that, i've been troubled by history r a h. ): i'm pretty sure the teacher hates me, that is, if he even knows i exist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, and i'm kinda worried about surviving through sec 4... which seems incredulously hard to do. ohwell must be positive yes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY remains my only hope to breathe for a while, and then i plunge deep into the first bout of SAs for term one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-8222386741494429590</id><published>2008-01-23T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T02:32:23.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hokay now this is really amusing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last post was in june last year -.-'' and then i didn't update coz i thought i forgot my password (HAHA yes typical me) and then somehow, today my comp just automatically signed me in. and soooo i shall post (: just to update and not let my blog die such a horrible death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's been crap, life's been crapppp D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-5766990167028572973</id><published>2007-06-24T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T06:35:31.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15th OCTOBER 2005 - 24th JUNE 2007 ( 1YEAR 8MONTHS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY BABY HAMSTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU GAVE ME MEANING IN MY LIFE WHEN I WAS DOWN AND OUT YOU GAVE ME HOPE WHEN I SAW NOTHING AHEAD YOU GAVE ME LOVE THAT I HAVE NEVER FELT BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO TAKE CARE YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LOVE YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO TREASURE LIFE SO PRECIOUS YOU TAUGHT ME TO BE STRONG YOU TAUGHT ME LIFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU WERE ALWAYS ALWAYS THERE FOR ME. I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH. WHEN I FELT YOUR HARD LIFELESS BODY MY HEART SMASHED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zVVFduNHkvk/Rn5y4yEVrNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eW4f8KWnD6o/s1600-h/Baby+hamster+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079623749558709458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zVVFduNHkvk/Rn5y4yEVrNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eW4f8KWnD6o/s320/Baby+hamster+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zVVFduNHkvk/Rn5yniEVrMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xL9Q9rYRqgU/s1600-h/Baby+hamster+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079623453205966018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zVVFduNHkvk/Rn5yniEVrMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xL9Q9rYRqgU/s320/Baby+hamster+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-5766990167028572973?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/5766990167028572973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=5766990167028572973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/5766990167028572973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/5766990167028572973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2007/06/15th-october-2005-24th-june-2007-1year.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zVVFduNHkvk/Rn5y4yEVrNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eW4f8KWnD6o/s72-c/Baby+hamster+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-7563448117787031205</id><published>2007-06-18T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T06:37:10.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHH my deaded blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, anw it's alr the last week of holidays. and holidays... what holidays anw? grah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yknow i hvn touched anything school-related at all since the hols. yes and i was supposed to do that for the WHOLE holidays. grrrrr deadedddddd so many many things D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-7563448117787031205?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/7563448117787031205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=7563448117787031205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/7563448117787031205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/7563448117787031205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2007/06/ahhh-my-deaded-blog-ohwell-anw-its-alr.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-2294544687897110793</id><published>2007-05-18T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T02:55:37.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey :D today is a happy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY to 311!&lt;3 yes yes well done everyone ok! :DD haha we were so screaming throughout assembly pls. yeah RBD was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this took place a week ago, but because of the math RA test today, i shall say it again:&lt;br /&gt;MYAs and whatever not EXAMS ARE SO officially totoally OVER! :DD this goes out to the third lang pple too, who would have completed their exams by this week right? HEE we should go like celebrate again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes math RA was erm :S well, yeah nvm, i kinda i don't know. i just did and did the questions, and i found mistakes alr, but yeah it was kinda bad coz i didn't rlly check. haha hope i was rlly uncareless today, which is impossible. bleargh i hope mrs ban is lenient D: blahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooo yeah! :D well apart from erm physics pt (which i SHOULD rlly have started by now...) and some maths competitions, there is practically nothing else to do for the rest of this term (yeah i know there is only 1 more week but wdv humour me) :DD POTC 3 awaits me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-2294544687897110793?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/2294544687897110793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=2294544687897110793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/2294544687897110793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/2294544687897110793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-hey-d-today-is-happy-day-yay-to.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-9099233216290455271</id><published>2007-05-16T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T03:43:53.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i know i hvn posted for a million years. but yeah life is bad as it is alr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams were bad so results were bad. ytd was terrible. D: i think right i am so gonna be kicked out of RA. history. yes. i cant even get a stupid 4.0 for history, and to add on to that, i don't even make any sound, much less talk at all during history. so now how? DD: and i rlly wonder how some pple can just like get a 4.0 for science. when pple here are just scraping a 3.6. sigh. and i am sosososo sad for chinese. i barely passed which says enough. i think i srsly need tuition in every tuitionable subject. shooooot. its like despite mugging rlly hard this yr, (yknow i mugged like i nvr did) and yet... i don't know i am like throwing my sec 3 gpa down the drain. hello if i can get a freaking erm 3.6 overall? i would be like jumping all the way to i don't know where. yes and this is further worsened by physics marks i got today. i dont know what's wrong with me. yeah like i know grades are going to drop in upper sec, but not THIS much right. D: i am this despressed piece of vegetable now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tmr is like english and social studies. i can't even rmb doing ss now, and english is SCREWED. hello like rala pple failed, so we like what? got zero? DD: ah shoot this post is so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND maths RA test on friday. yes i need to redeem myself for my maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND physics PT due due due = die die die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am only looking forward to POTC3!!!! -gushes at johnny depp :DDD  whooo swwoooooon :D heh yutian must watch with me k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is a sad post. my results like just ruined my life. D: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sometimes, i wonder whether i have chosen the right school. like maybe if i weren't in rg, then i would be like mugging harder coz of the o levels, and they do like the whole years work, not modules like us, so we just forget everything else that we have done. and maybe in another school, i wont feel like such a loser. maybe it had been a wrong choice all along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-9099233216290455271?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/9099233216290455271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=9099233216290455271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/9099233216290455271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/9099233216290455271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-i-know-i-hvn-posted-for-million.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-6679153437036460694</id><published>2007-04-19T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T04:22:44.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOLD with HONOURS GOLD with HONOURS GOLD with HONOURS GOLD with HONOURS GOLD with HONOURS GOLD with HONOURS GOLD with HONOURS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rlly nvr nvr expect at all! :D :D well done RGGE!! YAY i am still recovering from shock la. like crying for half hours due to sheer happiness. xD we screamed so loud our principal came out from the office that was how happy we were. :DDDDD WELL DONE WELL DONE!! like all the saturday pracs, and monday extended pracs, and all the hard work mr chua and us put in... GO RGGE!!!! YEAH :D &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sadder note, i kinda just passed my 2.4 how? D: like an E. haiyah i don't know how to go JC and still run like that. sucks ok. whywhywhywhy i hate my stamina &lt;s&gt;sometimes&lt;/s&gt; all the time. haiyah, such a disappointment lah. i thought at least can get D. urgh deproved so so so freaking much from last year. and it doesn't help that people in my class are like pro. OK i think i need to train. yeah so i shall start training for napfa next yr. D: EH SPOIL THE HAPPY DAY OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh wtv i guess there can't be two good things happening on one day lah. so just concentrate on the good. GOLD with HONOURS SYF 2007 RGGE I LOVE YOU!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-6679153437036460694?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/6679153437036460694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=6679153437036460694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/6679153437036460694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/6679153437036460694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2007/04/omgosh-gold-with-honours-gold-with.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-7815359804167477188</id><published>2007-03-30T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T03:50:21.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY i am super happy now! :D (as i always am on fridays but nvm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history test today was :S coz i didn't exactly give many examples, and the linking is weird and i was rushing through it... but then i am not rlly going to care anymore since i can't do anything about it anyway. so there :D which makes me a happy girl ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that there are no SAs next week! the JOY of it! maths pt was postponed till next next mon 9 april and chem spa is postponed till 9 april too. (although i forsee great stress over the next weekend) and then we have the weird chinese pt in term 3 (with 60 articles to read and prepare D:D:) and bio pt due sometime soon. but until then... i shall remain happy for the time being :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week, to sum it all, was BUSY. yeah and i've been slping late for the whole of this week, what with extended guitar pracs, the nus arts and social science competition, SMP meeting, WEP workshop etc. and yes it's only term 2 week 2. ah well, i shall attempt to catch up on my sleep tonight! i have a 11pm target! :D yay i love weekends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-7815359804167477188?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/7815359804167477188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=7815359804167477188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/7815359804167477188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/7815359804167477188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay-i-am-super-happy-now-d-as-i-always.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-6658762840954479614</id><published>2007-03-22T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T05:33:36.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee~ second post today but wtv :D i shall blog when i still have the time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khatib bongsu was TIRING TIRING TIRING. but then it was quite interesting also. as in the nature and all that. quite cool luh... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and i forgot to say this morning: MR BEAN'S HOLIDAY IS OPENNNNN!!! :DDD yeah it may be stupid luhh but then laughter is the best medicine! yknow i can start laughing just by staring at his comical face xDDD yesyes go watch it! i badly need humour in my life &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ahh yes i rmb why i hated you all this while... thanks man for being such a TRUE hypocrite now i know that perfectship &gt; friendship now i know how much i mean to you and how much you rlly mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.realmovienews.com/posters/6813/0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-6658762840954479614?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/6658762840954479614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=6658762840954479614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/6658762840954479614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/6658762840954479614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2007/03/whee-second-post-today-but-wtv-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-7716240344539408496</id><published>2007-03-22T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T19:30:34.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiyah, learning journey today to khatib bongsu. wherever that is. it sounds bad to me, especially since we have to wear long pants for it. and bring sunblock and insect repellent. D: bleargh. which ulu place in singapore is that? ohwelllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i feel rlly happy again. :DD coz our grp met for maths pt ytd (finally!!) yeah, and we were pretty accomplished i guess. haha and i called mrs ban halfway to ask abt some stuff, and then i called her "mr" :O:O:O alamak sosososo paiseh can!! and then everyone started laughing at me and i was laughing too, with mrs ban on the other end. D: shoot luh haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp another meeting for smp tmr, and i feel rlly bad abt it. coz somehow i just dont seem to get java, and i bet you the mentor is rlly pissed at me coz i dont understand half of the things he says. and then he's so excited to get us started to write out the program alr, and then i still don't understand anything. urp i better buck up... geNUS concert tmr! :D its always nice to watch a performance no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knvm i'm happy and yeah that's all that matters to me now :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-7716240344539408496?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/7716240344539408496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=7716240344539408496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/7716240344539408496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/7716240344539408496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2007/03/haiyah-learning-journey-today-to-khatib.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-4971881202731194546</id><published>2007-03-17T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T21:41:36.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow i'm feeling rlly happy now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean in the midst of all the hmwk and pts (!!!) and history sa and chem spa and all, somehow i just feel really really happy. like yknow i'm back to my kindergarten or lower primary school days. HAHA i donno why but yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE PLAIN TRUTH :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths pt is D: my grp hasn't started on anything can. and we hvn even fixed a time to meet. and i do not get anything abt stats. i officially declare: I HATE STATS OK! &lt;s&gt;yeah i whine a lot i know.&lt;/s&gt; anw, i need to keep my head away from the SAs that are coming and that i have no idea abt. like how we hvn finished history scientific revolution and that the sa is on the friday of t2w2 and that we have chem spa soon. and well, i don't exactly know what has been happening in chem for the past eh how many years? &lt;s&gt;i have never understood chem anw&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from all that stuff, I FEEL LOVED MAN! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-4971881202731194546?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/4971881202731194546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=4971881202731194546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/4971881202731194546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/4971881202731194546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2007/03/somehow-im-feeling-rlly-happy-now-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-4678189689475838348</id><published>2007-03-03T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T02:49:05.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so this hasn't been the best week of the year so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm being optimistic already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH ok maths was bad, gong han was bad and then now i don't know what to do for english sa and social studies. OK right. yknow what, i can't study for some grammar test right? and neither can i study for an SBQ test right? so that means i don't need to do any studying right? or maybe i like deceiving myself &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK nvm ignore me. anw, someone tell me: is the SS test only on EDUCATION? coz it says so on inet. and i rlly hope it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a random thought: i'm hungry now. and i feel so guilty alr coz i have been pigging on fast food a lot these days. like bk on wednesday, and then kfc for lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;founder's day today was well... not interesting at all... to say the very least. i mean, i had to pull myself off the bed at 6 am this morning (it's also RGPS sports day so my sis woke up early too) and then go to sch to listen to pple talk for more than 1.5 hours, and then enjoy a concert that spanned only 25 mins. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i decided that maybe i should go read some SS notes or something, so that i would not totally lost when i sit for the test on wednesday. and we have to stay back for it (!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-4678189689475838348?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/4678189689475838348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=4678189689475838348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/4678189689475838348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/4678189689475838348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-this-hasnt-been-best-week-of-year-so.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-117248742936487841</id><published>2007-02-26T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T02:57:09.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLLLLO !!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes, i have not been posting for like erm, more than a month. yeah, rlly sad right, coz i donno somehow i kinda lost interest in my computer for a while, and then i got too lazy to go to blogger, and then i didn't blog. and also, school work was kinda fustrating and all, so i wasn't rlly in the mood for like blogging yeah. not like i'm in the mood now but yeah. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i have been feeling kinda stressed lately, coz all the exams are like coming, and then i don't rlly get what we have been learning for the past how many weeks, and then like social studies and history, i don't get the content at all. as in i understand but somehow i don't. AH see lah, i don't know luh. yeah, but i'm rlly worried that my gpa and grades will DROP REAL BAD. yeah. D: so depressing HAI~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a lighter note, we just had guitar induction tea. and although it was only like 3 hours, or maybe less, i think it was quite fun luh, like talking rubbish and playing games and shouting around. haha, yes and YAY group 6 WON ok!!! haha, but then a lot of pple left early luh, and so i've got all your prizes of ferrero rocher(or however you spell it) so if you are reading this right, pls rmb to get them from me ok! or actually, i shall pass them to y'all tmr. HAHA i'm so dumb. yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOOT luh, i still need to study maths and gong han, and ss is next week, we need to stay back to take a freaking test (RAWR!! unfairness!) yes and english is somewhere next week, to be rlly specific. yes, and a lot of PTs are coming up, with maths alr given. and history is next term, right after lj week, and chem spa. i'm worried i'll forget to wear my freaking goggles during chem spa and mr segarra will cause me to "lose some of my marks", quoting him. :S ok SHEEESH i'm like freaking out. but no i shall remain happy and optimistic ok! :D yes, i'm outta here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-117248742936487841?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/117248742936487841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=117248742936487841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/117248742936487841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/117248742936487841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2007/02/helllllo-ah-yes-i-have-not-been.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116929498410103073</id><published>2007-01-20T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T04:09:44.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH YES ((: i'm back from obs and i'm missing it alr! &lt;33 i love eng soon watch and instructor mauricette and everything! there were 16 of us, jo ho, thong, eunice, bao, sarah, rebekah, sam, cheryl, yifei, priscilla, shijia, peiqi, candice, shirley, alethea and me, and MAURICETTE! it was tough luhh, but rlly fun ok. and i was residential, so i got to shower for three days, and slept in bunks for three days as well. haha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day one&lt;br /&gt;it was more of foundations stuff, like we introduced ourselves, and then we did the trust fall, where we each climbed about a metre off ground, and then we fell backwards down, and then the rest of engsoon watch would catch us with a mat. yupp, and that we rlly fun, coz it was freaky, but then when friends caught you, you knew you could rlly trust them. then we had belaying course, which i knew from school, and we built our basha. dinner at the cookhouse, and after that, we did this engsoon journal thingy with an eng soon song in it! mauricette told us it would be selected for obs showcasehaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day two&lt;br /&gt;yupp, and then we had breakfast, which i had no appetite for at all. then we went kayaking. but first, mauricette taught us how to paddle properly and all that. and then without our kayaks, we all got wet first, like we all held hands and went down into the sea, and immersed ourselves in the salty seawater haha. and then we went down to the lovely sea carrying our kayaks by the rocks area. then we kayaked out a bit, and did capsize drills. which were really cool, coz it was like suddenly you flip around ((: haha, and then mauricette taught us how to do rescuing when we ever capsize in deep sea, off the shore. then we all started paddling, towards the quarry area i think. but we didn't rlly make it... but nvm, and thong and i (we were kayaking together) capsized in some dangerous area with like rocks and all that. and then we couldn't do rescue coz our deckline had some problems, so a rescue boat helped us turn our kayaks and then we climbed back on. for that moment, i was rlly freaked, coz i was scared we would just be helplessly trying to rescue the kayak. ohwell, but it was rlly an experience! then we washed the kayaks, changed and had lunch. after that, we changed into climbing attire and then we did the tripod, mid-elements. this was the rlly cool part. yknow, i have this great fear of heights and all that, so i was like number 12, coz i was freaked, and didn't want to go first. but then right, i told myself, this is obs man, if i don't do this now, i will nvr get to do it again, so off i went. haha i was loser man, when i was climbing up to the height, i was freaking out alr. the first two elements were ok luh, but the third one, where there was only 2 wire thingy to walk acorss, was freaky, before i stepped on, i alr fell, o.o but then with the encouragement of friends, like bao, jo, xin min, chloe, si min, and of course belayer sarah, i managed to climbed back on and made it to the end. ((: i nvr imagined i could even do it but i actually did. :D yupp, so i'm rlly happy. coz unless you try, you nvr know what you can do haha. after that, we ate showered and then packed our bags for land ex the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3&lt;br /&gt;our bags were dang heavy to begin with. they felt at least 20 kg luh. and so we started off. basically, we would go around to see pulau ubin before trekking to camp 2 from camp 1. and our land ex leaders were shijia and yifei. and mauricette would just follow behind us. yupp, and it was amazing that we managed to trek about 4km in 2 hours, before reaching the german girl shrine. at first, we stopped after 5 mins, but then we grew stronger so we rested less. (: and lunch at the shrine was biscuits haha. anw, we soon continued, coz we had 11 km to trek altogther. yupp, so next we trekked abt 30 mins before reaching the tallest hill in pulau ubin. i was quite reluctant to go up at first, coz i was alr dang tired and dead, and i didn't think i would have stamina to climb some more hills. but then since eng soon went, i had to go too. surprisingly, the climb up wasn't that bad. i wasn't very tired, coz we could put our heavy load down around the bottom of the hill. apart from some muddy parts, the climb up was rlly nice and fun. and when we reached up there it was just WHOA! the scenery from up there was just amazing. it was so beautiful, and i could see the quarry and a lot of greenery. and up there, i totally didn't regret the climb up there. ((: yupp, and after that, we continued on our trek. next stop, we went to the main town of pulau ubin. it was so tourist-y lah, with those informative signs and all that, like in botanic gardens. but rental of bicycles there are so cheap, $2 for one whole day ok! haha, we visited the toilet there. after that, we didn't go to our last destination, the headman's village, coz it was too far away, and it was alr 2 plus. so we had abt 2 hrs to reach all the way back to the west where camp two was, from the east. the last 2 hrs was hell man, the sun was high and hot and the bags now seemed 30 kg, and our path was never ending. and we took breaks after every 30 mins. but after a long long long time, we actually really reached camp 2! (: i really didn't believe it man! i didn't know i could actually trek 11 km with a load on my back! and we all dang happy luh. but almost immediately, we got up and half of us pitched bashas, and half of us cooked dinner. i was in charge of rice with eunice. and our rice was good ok, although it was a bit half cooked, mauricette tried it and said it was good and up to standard ((: HAHA i'm pro with eunice oK! :D after that, we had to clear up, and wash up. but then all of us didn't want to bathe haha we are rlly dirty pple. so mauricette said it was fine, as long as we powder bathe, so we would look like geishas. haha :D so i only rinsed a bit, and powdered. i felt rlly dirty and smelly still, but then as mauricette said, we have to be comfortable with uncomfortable. so yupp. and then we had briefing for sea ex the next day, by our sea ex leaders, bao and priscilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 4&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't sleep throughout the whole night, so yes, i was totally groggy and dead when i woke up. we had a bit of breakfast, and then after a bit of delay and packing, we set off. we were supposed to row around pulau ketam, and then turn back past camp two to camp one again. this time, it wasn't kayaking, we had oars and a rowboat, which was much much heavier than kayaks, and paddles. and we were rowing with our buddy watch danabalan. when we first started oaring, it was alr bad, coz we were all so so so tired alr. and then worse still, the tide and the wind were against us, so it was extremely hard to paddle. at first, it was still fine, and we managed to reach the end of pulau ketam by 1.30 pm. but then after that, it got worse coz the tide was stronger against us, and we were even more tired. and i was badly sunburnt alr. and once, mauricette had to tow us forward with the instuctor's boat coz we were not moving at all. haha, yess and it was quite bad. finally, mauricette decided to give us our lunch, coz at first she wanted us to row all the way back first. so we all rafted together and had lunch. and then we continued on. and after what seemed like forever, we finally saw camp one. and then we were all dang happy, and our shouting of one two ROW seemed louder than ever. but then it started raining quite heavily, and then the instructors felt it was dangerous so we were towed back. wahh we were all dang sad coz we were ALMOST there. and then we refuse to be tied to the rescue boat so they had to come to our boat to tied us on and they literally dragged us back to camp one, with us wailing in the boat. SO SAD can! i rlly thought we could make it, coz at the end, we were all suddenly screaming and oaring rlly hard. mann. but then again, it was quite dangerous coz the tide was HUGE. and mauricette explained that they only took us out of our comfort zone, not bring us into danger zone. ohwell, so we were towed back and reached camp one again at 4.30. which was late alr. after rinsing the boats, we went off to the bunks to pack up. mauricette was so nice can, she came to the bunk to help us when she didn't need to, coz it would be much much faster with her around. in the end, we finished the packing of the store in 50 mins with mauricette's help. and we had seven lost bottles and one missing life jacket. mauricette said she would help us find. yupps, so we showered after that, which made me feel SO SHUANG!!! and then we went souvenir shopping, and i bought two shirts and a notebook. after that was dinner at the cookhouse again, and then we had debrief with mauricette. she said she would only charge us for two missing bottles coz she found the rest for us. and the lifevest she said she would continue to help us find. mauricette's so nice right! yupp and during the casual debrief, she told us abt how rgs girls were rubbish-y in a good way, as in rlly creative (our group journal luh) and that we were HIGH. and that was the first time we rlly talked together and laughed as eng soon watch. and then she said our life ahead would be our own personal obs journey, but without instructors anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 5&lt;br /&gt;early morning, there was pt, only stretching and then breakfast, and then we just waited for our teachers to arrive. and we talked to mauricette some more. and then she said she was turning 21 this year, and she joined obs 3 years ago, fresh out of jc. goodness she's so young can! she's the youngest instructor at obs. yupp, and she has this 3 year contract with obs, this being her last year. after which she would continue at university. i rlly admire mauricette, for her courage to do what she rlly wants to do and taking the path less travelled. rlly, i think she's GREAT. anw, after that, peiqi and i were sent to the medical centre coz we were sunburnt. i was treated for my disgusting swollen lips. yupp, and after that our teachers arrived and we had this bonding session with them, orgainised by the obs sl team. but then after three activities, mrs miller told me to sit out coz i was getting burnt again, and my skin was literally boiling. so yes. then i met others at the medical centre also badly burnt. ): i rlly hope everyone will recover soon ok! after that was lunch and we got our obs rgs shirts. i had to go to the medical centre again for follow-up, but then the nurse (he's a guy!) said it was fine, as long as the burns didn't have blisters, and i had to get bonjela for my lips when i get back. haha but then i didn't rlly feel fine at all luh, coz my legs were still sizzling painful. ohwell, and then after that we had this 30 mins of fame, where we sang our eng soon song inaudibly. aiyah. ): then we were sent off to our bunks to collect our bags and all that, after which we would be sent back to civilisation. we met mauricette at our bunks where she said she found our lifevest. oh man, i bet she spent so much time trying to look for it so that we won't have to pay 63 bucks for it. as i've said mauricette is great and nice and we also sang a medly songs, which had lyrics changed, dedicated to her. and all of our watch started crying badly luhh, esp bao. and mauricette was telling us to be strong and all. ): oh man, it was rlly sad sad sad. i cried buckets too. then we went back to the multi-purpose hall (MPH) to await the boats to take us back. but then before that, we gathered around and asked for mauricette's autograph and email and all and we cried even more. and then the group hug. cheryl counted one two three and we all ran to hug mauricette. ((: it was so so touching man. and then mauricette kept telling us to be strong again, and not to cry anymore. oh man i love mauricette!!! and i love eng soon!!! yupp, and then soon i was back in school and then home again. it all happened so so fast i can't believe it's all over. but i really miss obs and engsoon and mauricette. we must have outings as eng soon ok! and invite mauricette as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;yupp, back at home, i feel so fresh and clean. i cleared all my clothes alr, which stink badly from day one. and last night, i slept for so so long, i slept at 9.30 and after waking up at 8.30am, i decided not to go for maths training coz i was too tired, and then i had breakfast, and then i slept again all the way till 2pm. yupp, i'm applying after sun lotion on my legs like crazy and putting bonjela as well. and my face is chao da too. oh well, i can't believe that obs is rlly over, and i have to go back to school. i don't want. i want to stay at obs luh, i don't want school and all that. ): and i may not get to see mauricette for a long long time and eng soon together as a watch. ): ah shoot i don't want to cry again. anw, to mauricette: you are rlly great and wonderful! you did an amazing job guiding us through our obs journey and all! i love you! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're bringing eng soon back YEAH! &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116929498410103073?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116929498410103073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116929498410103073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116929498410103073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116929498410103073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-yes-im-back-from-obs-an_116929498410103073.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116875316611272518</id><published>2007-01-14T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T02:37:11.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOOTS :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; to me! ((: haha EGO, yes yes, i'm happy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all who gave me presents :DD MUMMY DADDY JO,rach, chloe, talia and those who wished me as well :D sharon, bobo, mich, xin min, sanu yupp, thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2512/1736/1600/349746/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2512/1736/320/227293/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha LOOK at that! :DD some presents from my family! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't say that this is my best bday or anything, in fact, i'm quite disappointed in _____. and by that ______ i mean A LOT of pple. )): ok nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES OMGOSH OBS IS TMR!!! yes, i am sorta done packing now, and yes, this is the last day i will be with civilisation until the end of the week. oh shooooot. ): i guess i should be looking forward to it, coz that's the only way i'll rlly have FUN! haha kk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized pple have violent tendencies to hit other pple, and they start swearing with vulgarities(like f***) when they're pissed over nothing. look at my bruised finger and you'll know why. DD: sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wonder when she'll ever grow up ok. why does she still behave like she's a day old? and no, it's not funny when someone goes around swearing into your face and banging your finger againt doors for no rhyme or reason. NO i don't get her at all. )): SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116875316611272518?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116875316611272518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116875316611272518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116875316611272518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116875316611272518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2007/01/whoots-dd-happy-birthday-to-me-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116807163327309584</id><published>2007-01-06T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:20:33.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought through it all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have told myself to face anything ahead bravely. i should not have so much fear in me. instead, i should have a positive mindset. and i should always be willing to experience new things, absolutely different from what i am now. yeah, and so i shall be more optimistic. things always turn out better than expected. moreover, no one else shall benefit other than me. myself. :D hee i like reflections like this. they always put my mind and heart to ease. if not, i will think like crap, and my mind ends up like haywire. anw, i'm sure i will enjoy it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh yeah! it just strikes me that my birthday is in a mere weeks time. :DD yes and i shall turn a BIG fifteen! haha, but then this year, i'm not expecting any presents. since pple either 1) forget 2) don't care 3) don't know. sighhh STILL, it's the BIG fifteen mann! it's right in the middle of teenage-hood. which is like cool? hee hee, but to anyone reading this, presents are MOST welcome yknow... xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i'm greatly enjoying the first weekend of 2007. presently, i have done a lot of things. :DD like finally washing my shoes. (which i think stinks since the last time i washed them--which is a looong time ago) and changing my hamsters' cages, which i do once a week luh, and ironing my uniform hee am i guai or what? yes, and i hope that i can keep up with this thing, of not procrastinating sooo much. :DD so 2007 will like ROCK. mmm, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arh, i have so much to type out, but then i keep forgetting what to type so nvm. i shall type it out again when i rmb. these days, my memory is failing me. is it because i'm getting old? (haha!) oh right, yknow, RI goes for OBS exactly the week before RGS does. so they're going like this coming week? my gosh, and then we would be going for OBS in like a week? time rlly flies huh? ok, not that i'm rlly looking forward to OBS, coz i'm rlly freaked by the high elements and rockwall (due to my immense fear of heights), but this OBS experience would be a once-in-a-lifetime kinda thing, so i'm sure it would be fulfilling and meaningful. and i somehow hope that i can experience it like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, in the meantime, 2007 seems like quite a good year ahead. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116807163327309584?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116807163327309584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116807163327309584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116807163327309584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116807163327309584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-thought-through-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116799055633462072</id><published>2007-01-05T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T01:49:16.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. so the first week of school (or the first 3 days of school) is over. i donno whether i should feel happy or sad. but it's been ok so far. nothing much. and guitar starts next week. busybusy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. my. gosh. i don't know why it is so difficult. and i nvr imagined it to be so. maybe it's you, maybe it's just me. i've changed? i'm different now? it's so hard, sometimes i think i can't do this. i want to run away from it, like a coward or something, but i can't. arhhhh i feel like crying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116799055633462072?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116799055633462072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116799055633462072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116799055633462072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116799055633462072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2007/01/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116790730522422197</id><published>2007-01-04T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T02:41:45.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY ALL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it's the second day of school alr, and yes i survived it! :D albiet feeling REALLY sleepy for a lot of the day. today, we met our form tcher. mrs miller. she's like a teacher from england, and she has this british accent that's sooo cool (but hard for me to understand at first...) ahaha maybe by the end of the year i'll be speaking with an accent too! :D haha no luh. yes, and she seems quite nice and funny also. she shares a lot of her experience in england, about the education system there and sorts. yupp, she did quite a lot of talking today. and our CLET is mr paul segara (or however you spell it). and he seems nice too (: rlly hope that this year's tchers would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha did you see our classroom? didyoudidyoudidyou? it's so cool luh, mrs miller kinda changed the whole "rows" thing in our class, so none of the tables are in rows. we sit in a horseshoe like thingum, like a perimeter around the class, except the front, and then with two groups in the middle. ahaha i have nvr seen something like that before, so the class looks so cute now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boohoo, i didn't check the clc in time, so i still don't know who my tchers are, except for mrs miller teaching english and mr paul segara teaching chem. eeeks, and i still don't know the timetable for tmr, it's not out yet? heck i'm not bringing anything luh, i refuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, and i just realised i'm a rlly impatient person. as in, i want things to happen like quickly, and i want it like immediately. like now our classes are still not confirmed yet, and then i want it to be confirmed alr. and like obs is in nearly a week, and i want it to be like over alr. i dno, being impatient doesn't seem too good... arh well, starting lessons tmr, hope they'll be rlly fun, and i'll get to know more pple from my class. ok assembly will be like at 10 plus tmr. i'm so not used to it yet. it's like assembly= last block of the day=12.40  :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116790730522422197?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116790730522422197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116790730522422197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116790730522422197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116790730522422197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-all-d-yes-its-second-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116781417287647247</id><published>2007-01-03T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:49:32.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes. :D i officially survived my first day of school (: but then again... it's not even academic school luh, just all those talks and stuff, but still... it's an accomplishment anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;311 is on the second floor of D blk. lucky, so i don't need to climb a hundred flight of stairs to get to class everyday. but then we didn't really do much today, so i don't really know much abt my class yet. we had non-stop talks today ok, four altogether. started with cca matters, and then principal's address, then after recess, it was obs briefing, then house matters. and it was all boring except the last one. :D we got new house shirts, and i think the colour is much nicer than last year's. it's lighter, like lilac lavendar-ish purple, last year's was a bit err dark? but then the design... welllll... it's not as nice luh, but still nice all the same. the house shirts are HUGE. really huge. ahaha, yes and we all got cookies ok! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes so that's all abt my boring first day in school. tmr will be somewhat the same i guess, except we meet our formteacher and classmates. ok, somehow, i'd rather attend lessons than these talks... D: boringness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes and now, i'd flash a picture of something really s'porean... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2512/1736/1600/173852/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2512/1736/320/112435/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;TADA!! yupp, it's pple queuing up to errrmm, get free stuff duh. see the sacks of rice there? yes, i think new moon was giving out stuff at plaza sing on 1 jan. like abalone and rice... HAHA yes, typical singaporeans start queuing early in the morning to wait for food. my mum said it was like food rations or something... :D haha yes, i took this picture (: oh and sorry to those in the picture, coz i happened to take you down. i don't mean to poke fun or anything, so don't come killing me with a chopper k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm yes ok, i shall go off now. to enjoy the bliss of NO HOMEWORK yet... well at least until friday... :D the more i think about obs, the more i get scared. REALLY SCARED. you know, i have a great fear to heights?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116781417287647247?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116781417287647247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116781417287647247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116781417287647247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116781417287647247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2007/01/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116755340047650103</id><published>2006-12-31T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T00:23:20.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my gosh. eeeeeeks. yes ok, so it's the end of the year ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN IT'S THE END OF 2006 OK!!! eh yes time flies. and yes i know, i should be like reflecting and stuff, yknow like how the year has been and whatnot. DX  well, i guess this year has been ermm hectic but really fun. i lurvvve my class this year! 212&lt;3 well, and although the workload well, wasnt light but it was still manageable. yes and ermmm and and well, i thought i did mature in some ways. and i have grown up, whatever that means... :D yupp, on the whole, 2006 was GREAT mannn xD yeah, i know i can't do these things mann like reflecting and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, i'm hoping for an even BETTER and GREATER 2007!!! :D yessss and i know it would be ok! i will make it so! ahahhhhha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp, just found out my class for next year. yess it's..... 311'07! (: ahaha, yess, it's back to the elevens :D yesss, and i realllly hope that my class next year will be FUNKY and COOL xD haha yes yes... but i donno what they mean by mixing luhh, coz they mixed some pple into the gep class... and just some only. and why why why is sanu in like 307? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha, i better go now. :D i am feeling super HIGH now... whoooot 2007 here i come! it had better be goood mann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116755340047650103?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116755340047650103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116755340047650103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116755340047650103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116755340047650103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-my-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116719823713220961</id><published>2006-12-27T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T21:43:57.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoots. :D i'm very gao xing because i just packed my table ok. (: yes yes and it's now very neat and spacious. (X haha, because i threw away almost everything on it. except impt stuff luh. and i packed my drawers too. heeeeee :D very guai right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm yes and ytd i also went for guitar prac. but before was CCAO rehearsal. haha it was a bit disorganised because pple were just running here and there, and i didn't know what was happening(sry ah xinmin!&gt;&lt; i don't mean you) . it was spposed to start at 9 but it started at 9.40 instead, and we didn't know there were two rehearsals, and many performing arts ccas left after the first one. but we were guai luh we stayed back :D yupp, and after that, we went as a larggge group to far east for lunch. :D they decided to eat long johns but yin yun and i didn't really want to so we da bao-ed kfc and brought there to eat. (X yes yes and after that we went back to sch for briefing on ccao. blah blah the usual stuff luh, must SMILE :D and cannot say i don't know to any of the qns parents might ask... ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and and and right, we practised after the briefing so that mr chua could help us improve on the pieces. and SO HENG right, ms ong decided to let us wear full school u instead of our guitar costume. :D YEAH!!! :D  so there's no need for me to worry about gettting black pants le!! yES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm and at the end of our practise right, the sec 1s started getting super kanchiong bcoz their classes for next year were uploaded on inet le. and they were alll talking a lot, and then someone told me sec 2s also got their classes for next year le. and then i also got worried luh, but then when i went home to check, CHEY it's not us luh, only the sec 1s. mmm ok, but seriously, i don't wanna check. IMSCAREDOK ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty :D the new cupboard for the study room has arrived and yes, i packed that too, and uploaded alllll my stuff in there. :D but then all my textbooks are at the bottom right, so i have to bend like realllly low just to get them. argh. XD but nvm luh, at least the cupboard now stands properly (my previous one was close to collapsing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes ok. i'm sure the classes for next year will be out reallll soon. oh shucks luh. school starts in HOW MANY DAYS?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116719823713220961?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116719823713220961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116719823713220961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116719823713220961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116719823713220961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/12/whoots.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116697237358427685</id><published>2006-12-24T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T07:01:16.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hooooo yeah! :D i know i hvn been updating for a looooong loooooong time. XD yes yes, because my sadd life is absolutely boring so i have nothing to say. nothing has changed so far... i just got HOT orange specs and cut my hair a little. nothing's changed luhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes and right, i'm soooo scared to check my class for next year that when it comes out on inet right, i won't dare to look at it. HOW? bleargh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, right, i went to tiong bahru park to walk and err people-watch today. yes, and seeing all those lil' children at the playground running about freely, independently, and just feeling plain happy, that gave me inspiration for lifeee! :D i think i should do this more often mann, err people-watch i mean, not playing on the playground. yes :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm yes and i went for church service at my aunt's church today. :D hooyeah christmas is tmr! here's wishing everyone a BLESSED CHRISTMAS!! see you soon darls! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.smilieland.com/graphics3/28_pooh_kerstbal.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116697237358427685?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116521760412469355</id><published>2006-12-04T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:39:55.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="450" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanette's lame-ass excuse to break up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;"I am going to India indefinately - catch you in the funny pages"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=86"&gt;'What is your lame-ass excuse to break up?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha this is so funny can! koped from jolene. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116521760412469355?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116521760412469355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116521760412469355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116521760412469355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116521760412469355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/12/jeanettes-lame-ass-excuse-to-break-up.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116478244744657320</id><published>2006-11-29T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T22:40:47.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiya. things always go wrong. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been sleeping a lot these days. and i'm lazy too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116478244744657320?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-17890214.post-116442526853925230</id><published>2006-11-24T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T19:27:48.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, it would be better if you just go away. leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116442526853925230?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116442526853925230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116442526853925230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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PADDING-BOTTOM: 6px; FONT: 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; WIDTH: 320px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 6px; BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 20px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; COLOR: black"&gt;You paid attention during 100% of high school!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 100%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;85-100% You must be an autodidact, because American high schools don't get scores that high! Good show, old chap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: blue" href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/do_you_deserve_your_high_school_diploma"&gt;Do you deserve your high school diploma?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: blue" href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Create a Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha coped from ning's blog. see i am so GUAI ok! (: somehow my life is so boring now i have nothing to do everyday. ): aiya. and then everyone is going overseas, and i'm still not sure yet. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116434213612599716?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116434213612599716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116434213612599716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116434213612599716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116434213612599716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-paid-attention-during-100-of-high.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116364443867084194</id><published>2006-11-16T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:33:58.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is so cool ok. (: my sister, she got first in the level in rgps. yeah, and she's p5 this year. :D smart right? ok i shall congratulate her here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man! JODYN!!! well done ok! congratulations!!! XD haha i know you worked hard dear, and this is truly what you deserve ok! (X yes, and i'm really really proud of you darling little sister (X must jia you ok! especially next year, your last year in primary school! yupps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i think she's really smart ok. just like me (X haha no kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i'm still really bored here. the only productive thing i have done is buy my school textbooks for next year. which aren't a lot anw. i got the social studies sec 4 textbook and erm the thick a maths one. that's all, and i am not even planning to read it ok, since i don't understand a single thing. oh well, i am waiting for my sister's holidays to start, then i can go play with her. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yeah, i am going back to rgps tmr, friday. coz it's speech day, and i shall cheer when my sis goes up on stage. &gt;&lt; btw, i heard mdm pang is leaving rgps to go to another school !!! ): then i can't visit her anymore. so sadd why are all the teachers leaving rgps? urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i shall go now, i'm meeting my mum for lunch again (X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116364443867084194?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116364443867084194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116364443867084194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116364443867084194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116364443867084194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-so-cool-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116356438326167379</id><published>2006-11-15T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:19:43.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, my life is boring sad and tiring. ): i have nothing to do ok. i want to go out!! oh btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WAI IAN!!!&lt;/strong&gt; (X sorry i know we were supposed to go out de, since last year, and then we didn't find time... 14 years old le!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i wanna watch goong!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116356438326167379?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116356438326167379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116356438326167379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116356438326167379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116356438326167379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok-my-life-is-boring-sad-and-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116341406556393635</id><published>2006-11-13T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T02:34:25.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee. back from guitar le. so tired can! practising and practising. but then really, i can feel myself improving bit by bit. (: yay, and today, at the end of guitar prac, we celebrated ms ng's bday! really fun k! we all lined up at the door, and when she walked in, we sang happy birthday to her!~ and then we took at lot of nice photos together and then ms ng cut the cake. (X haha and she was laughing and laughing, and then she said she was touched ok! yeah, nice blackforest cake. and ms ng was so sweet! she gave us each a poem (the same one she gave 212), a sweet and a guitar pick!!! the pick is sooo cute! haha thank you ms ng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she said she was leaving rgs like next year to teach at mgs!!! DX we were all SO SHOCKED OK! it's really sadd, she said she had taught in rgs for 5 years and she had always wanted to teach in a mission school and all that, so she's leaving. AWW, she won't see us for the syf next year! ): aww man, VERY SAD... she was a really nice teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and then right, lunch today with xin min, wei shan and yutian was really funny. some tree fell probably due to the rain in the morning, and then it was blocked the buses, and so the buses could not move so we could not take bus so we had to walk to far east for lunch. yeah, and then at far east, we realised the chicken rice stall had closed down so we walked around the top floor, and could not decide where to eat. in the end we went into some malay stall, and then i ordered hot plate seafood noodles (which were good!) and xin min ordered hokkien mee and wei shan ordered chicken rice and yutian ordered curry chicken rice. and then xin min and yutian shared an ice milo. right... so the ice milo came first, so xin min and yutian were happily drinking and somehow wei shan and i were just staring longingly at them. uh huh, so that nice uncle right, he actually gave a free cup (about 3/4 full) of milo too! (X so nice right? and then when he was taking our orders, he asked us whether we wanted fried wanton and then we said no, and then he said he would blanjah(treat) us ok! so we got a plate of fried wanton free too! oh man the uncle is so nice can! haha thanks huh! (X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. i am somewhat happy now. but i want to watch goong. ): i missed a lot of episodes le...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116341406556393635?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116341406556393635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116341406556393635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116341406556393635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116341406556393635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/11/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116323386306032099</id><published>2006-11-11T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T00:31:03.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. i am kinda bored now at home with nothing to do. i feel so fickle. when school was still on, i didn't like school. and now when the holidays are finally here, i am just lost. and i somehow want school again. sometimes, i really don't know myself. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh i want to go for sl leh. but then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116323386306032099?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116323386306032099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116323386306032099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116323386306032099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116323386306032099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116312586962862599</id><published>2006-11-10T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:31:09.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHAHA (: i am high! i just woke up ok, at 10 plus. i was just checking my mail just now... and i feel like going back to sleep. this is so random. (X ahh nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall do something fruitful today, as my mummy said. yahh, i really can't continue slacking like that. but what can i do ah? practise the guitar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116312586962862599?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116312586962862599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116312586962862599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116312586962862599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116312586962862599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahaha-i-am-high-i-just-woke-up-ok-at.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116307922372725594</id><published>2006-11-09T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T05:38:25.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ok cool. i'm back again. (: yay, somehow the picture on top looks kinda weird but wtv, i'm still kinda happy. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fine i guess. i went back to school to collect results. but it was ok since i alr knew most of my results. yeah, so it turned out ok, and i got 3.83 lahh. for SOME pple, this may be low but then for me ok, it is like super high, so i'm chao happy alr. but then all my teachers comments are: she needs to speak up more in class. :S ahh. yupp, and i still got distinction for IVP! (X coz i thought after what mrs ang told me, i may not end up with my distinction. so thankfully i still got it. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after results, i had to attend some SMP briefing about registering with the GE branch. and xin min was not around so i was like trying hard to listen so that i can tell her after that. DX coz usually i don't really listen during such briefing and stuff. haha! yeah, and i still need to register and submit proposals and stuff. aiyah, so ma2 fan2 can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after that i took bus to plaza sing to wait for my mummy so that i could meet her for lunch. and then she wanted to buy something for her student also, so we looked around. and then she bought this really cute monkey! haha and she got one for my sis and i too! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2512/1736/1600/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2512/1736/320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then just now i went for my dental appt. he tightened again and told me just one more teeth was kinda out of position, and then it's straightened. YAY but then my gums hurt now. ): and i had dinner too, at TBP. some stall called pot and pan. weird right? but the food is DELICIOUS CAN. see my dinner! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2512/1736/1600/Image000.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2512/1736/320/Image000.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY! (X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ok. this is so weirded... i finally post pictures on my blog. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116307922372725594?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116307922372725594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116307922372725594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116307922372725594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116307922372725594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116306769957688421</id><published>2006-11-09T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T02:21:39.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. i like ermm, changed the layout. yeah, because i was bored at home with nothing to do, and because i was really getting sick of my old layout. cool ok, coz i like did it myself! (X *ego smile* yeah, i shall write more later; my sis wants me to do something for her. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, today's results were ok lah. update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116306769957688421?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116306769957688421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116306769957688421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116306769957688421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116306769957688421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116296158341427920</id><published>2006-11-08T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:57:46.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omgosh. i really miss school and 212 now. sry it's just me being emo here but since no one ever reads this other than myself, i guess it's ok right. OK. i can't help but feel really stupid here. everytime i try to will my mind to think about this past year, i can't help but think about 212 and then i will suddenly feel very lost because we are like not together anymore. i miss all those enjoyable months where we had fun studying together and all that. i know i've said that many many times ok, but then everytime i think about it, i will end up crying, coz of how much i miss everything of 212'06 that i can nvr get back. they will always remain as fond memories! i hate my emo self ok, once i start crying i can't stop. ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must be very depressing i know. but i really need to type this out. oh man. i turned on my comp just to type and type and type so that i will feel better. argh. ): ok i would like to thank the following people (: who have made this year so wonderful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMILY (mummy daddy jodyn)&lt;/strong&gt; : THANKS so so so much! without all of your support i would never have gone this far ok! and thanks for starting this year with a BANG! for my birthday celebrations in the beginning of the year! thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sharon&lt;/strong&gt;: thanks for being such a great chair of 212! and for being goofy in our &lt;33 group and for being the smart smart person who can answer just about every question during group work! :D haha. we may not be in the same class but I'L MISS YOU A LOT A LOT A LOT!!! don't ever forget me k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xin min:&lt;/strong&gt; haha you're in my group for like 3 terms ok! (: yay thanks for being such a great friend and adding so much fun and laughter to our groups! we rocked english pt and lit pt man! (X yay same class next year too! haha &lt;3 ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wei shan:&lt;/strong&gt; so sadd we were only in the same group for term 2 but still... english pt rocked! haha! (X yay thanks for being a strict yet funky pit! (: yay for prime guitar in mozart and second guitar part for la cumparsita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ning:&lt;/strong&gt; haha nvr in the same group other than the first few weeks TCAFF rmb? (X haha nice science lab BENCH partner! i want to go out with you! haha, oh and sry ah if you've felt like molested by me! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miao:&lt;/strong&gt; thanks for being such a wonderful chair of 212 and my funky science lab partner! :D haha science is SO MUCH more fun with you around! (X you are GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zhiyu:&lt;/strong&gt; thanks for being a GREAT FRIEND! (X vivo together! and your ex ex dark chocolate drink! haha! yay maths RA then we can be in the same maths class next year k! haha you go girl! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah chong:&lt;/strong&gt; hey thanks for being a fun ivp partner. despite all those sad things that have happened, i really enjoyed ivp with you arnd. oh and your burps in class, right in front of me... and your loudness in class! haha! (X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chloe:&lt;/strong&gt; although we were not in the same class this year, i always regarded you as a GOOD FRIEND dear! sry if sometimes i may appear to be like distant. sry if i wasn't there for you at times this year, i know i've been a bad friend. ): but i &lt;33 ya! same class next year! darling mei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rach:&lt;/strong&gt; thanks for all those encouraging hugs dear! i know i owe you letters :S oops. but still, although we are not in the same class, we must remain close friends ok! darling mei! (X &lt;33 ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shihui:&lt;/strong&gt; although i'm not really close to you, but i know you're a true friend! (X thanks for always being there for me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fangyi:&lt;/strong&gt; haha thanks for cheering me on! esp in rockclimbing when i loserishly cannot climb, your words really egged me on! (X thanks dear! trip sci hist next year, same class! yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;junyi:&lt;/strong&gt; yay you made sl so much funner! junyi ah ma! haha zhiwei must love you... (X anw, thanks for being a funky friend dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i know there are many more pple i must thank but then maybe i missed you out here. nvm if you read this you can like tell me k. if anyone does read this anyway. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, my sis is coming home from school soon so i need to go, i'm bringing her to meet my mum at orchard and then we can have lunch together. (X ok my eyes are like red now. and my face is still wet. nvm i shall go wash up and think positively... 2006 was such a funky year and 212 is &lt;333 we are such a FUNKY class! ok ah i shall stop being emo. yes ok. thanks for all the wonderful fond beautiful memories of 212 and 2006!!! &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116296158341427920?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116296158341427920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116296158341427920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116296158341427920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116296158341427920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/11/omgosh.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116290972914963221</id><published>2006-11-07T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T06:28:50.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. i'm sick of this layout. bahhh and i am some IT idiot so i can't really change into some nice skin. *hints ning* &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh i slacked the entire morning today. (X i woke up late. and then when i finally dragged myself out of bed, it was kinda uh time to like have lunch... and then i had to rush off for guitar. &gt;&lt; aiyah, because of the weird timings. yah, and then i DIDN'T miss the bus OK! (X yupp and then i reached a bit early. today we like practised la cumparsita (spelling?) yupp and i was eh teaching yu tian and that smart smart person she was so pro can! :D yah she's really good ok. yeah, and then when we practised as an ensemble, i thought we were kind of not bad overall, what with all the pro sec 4s gone. haha, yay JIA YOU all at guitar! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after that, there was the RA q and a thing at the ks chee and weishan and yinyun and i were wondering whether we should barge in or not, and then we met miao there too! (: lol and then in the end weishan decided not to and then miao, yinyun and i did the most malu-ing thing ever. yah, basically, we just ran from the door of ks chee all the way in front of the teachers and principals, to some deserted seat at the back. and then everyone seemed to be staring at us. :O but then at least we got to hear a bit of the session. and then some parents were arguing about how we were not getting enough sleep and all that, and about the project deadlines. so it was kinda weird lahh. (X haha... yupp so i should be taking maths and history ra. anyone doing that too? :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went to kfc for dinner. so cool can, i hardly have fast food for DINNER. haha, and then my sis and i ate a lot a lot a lot of cheese fries. until we could eat no more! D: and now i'm sick of it. haha! we are retarded ok! aiyah, today seems like such a short day, and yet i'm really tired now. is it just me? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it feels weird that i don't have to go to school tmr and that i have nothing on. see lah, rgs trains us to all be busy people, and then when we suddenly have nothing on, we just feel weird like we have nothing to do, and that is like wrong. sigh. anyone feels like going out? ask me along k? (X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116290972914963221?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116290972914963221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116290972914963221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116290972914963221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116290972914963221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/11/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116281269386148111</id><published>2006-11-06T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:31:33.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay i am proud of myself coz i have been updating for like three days in a row. (X yay. that's like good. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for guitar prac today. yupp at 9.30 am in the morning. and then we practised and practised that same mozart piece throughout the whole morning. and then it was so cool because the "seniors" cough cough were practising together and then val was like erm y'all know how to play alr what... :X haha. and then sheryl was strumming really loudly, and she kept insisting that it was just her normal volume. :S ha ha k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was just bk at far east. and then we went &lt;em&gt;kaikai&lt;/em&gt; and saw those weirded earrings. the store had big buttons, and small zips and other polka dotted stuff. which was weird. and then it started raining. -.0" and then wei shan, hannah and yutian kept insisting that the rain was super heavy and it wasn't lahh. (X so xiao jie one. haha, then we walked in the rain to the busstop and ta da, no one was really wet at all can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, and then i went home and then i was bombarded with this weird qn from my sis. "what is wet dreams huh?" and then i was -_- ehh, "you go ask mummy can?" apparently she watched that same video that i did in rgps in p5 where they were aiming to teach us about puberty and what not. yes and then now my sis is all curious and that is not good. i get all the qns ok. )X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha (: yay today is quite fun... but smp proposal is like due tmr! and that is not encouraging to know. nvm, i shall discuss with xin min now. ): tmr: guitar again, from 3.15 to 6.15 such weird timings right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116281269386148111?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116281269386148111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116281269386148111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116281269386148111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116281269386148111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay-i-am-proud-of-myself-coz-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116271951670362932</id><published>2006-11-05T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T01:38:36.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised how sad my life actually is right now. it's the end of the exams and i have no aims or goals except to worry about those small things in my life now that are not worth thinking about. ): and i have finished two years in secondary school now. and what have i achieved? i am not really excelling in any subject. although, yeah, i DO love maths loads. and like throughout my whole life, i have had friends, but none of them are REALLY GOOD friends, except maybe that kindergarten one, peiru, i think. i mean how sad is that?! 14 years and not a single true friend who truly knows who i am. enough said. DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, xinmin are you reading this? yes, smp proposal thing is due on tuesday dear. i can't seem to contact you. anw, i still can't find the stupid proposal form on inet. anyone knows where it is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116271951670362932?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116271951670362932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116271951670362932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116271951670362932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116271951670362932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-just-realised-how-sad-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116263138070013480</id><published>2006-11-04T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T01:09:40.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my gosh. it's the end of the year. it's really amazing. i can still clearly remember how on the first day of school of 2006, i went into the class and was greeted by the big TWOTWELVE 06 on the blackboard, and how it remained until the day of our EOYs, where we painstakingly cleaned it off. and how day by day, we bonded through all the little things we did together. the weirded abstract design of our class, and the design of our class door, and the WONDERFUL national day song. and how we malu-ed ourselves in a human train walking around the school then. and how we rocked netcarn even though we didn't win (hey we got a drinks station ok!) and dramanite, where we all really bonded together, and faced all the difficulties as we went through rehearsal after rehearsal. and every morning, when i would walk into the classroom to see half the class sleeping and the other half copying homework (HA, i'm guilty of that too) and how we laughed and had fun during classes and groupwork. how we went through all the PTs and exams together, how we mugged together, our SO SO SO FUN class chalet where we all got wet by the rain, but still had loads of fun, and how we hollered our HWA ZHONG cheer, and how we sang in the middle of the night, not caring about the weird stares we were gettting from the chalet next door. We really went through SO MUCH together as 212! (X no matter how stressful things got around in school, i was always sure that 212 would let all of us pull through anything together. my gosh, 212 IS THE BEST CLASS I'VE EVER HAD. (ok 11105 too) i'm really gonna miss all of us. may everyone have a great holiday and next year, get a nice sec 3 class. with nice teachers too. BUT may all of us never ever ever forget that we were all (and still are!) part of 212'06, the class that rocked the year! :D I LOVE Y'ALL! &lt;333 thank you everyone, y'all really made this year so much better than i would imagine it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i get teary-eyed and all that, i shall end this post ok. (coz once i start tearing, i can't stop) ok. &gt;&lt; LOVE Y'ALL! LOVE 212'06! (oh btw, i love candy empire ok, the things there are absolutely delicious!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116263138070013480?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116263138070013480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116263138070013480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116263138070013480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116263138070013480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-116140468814833955</id><published>2006-10-21T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:24:48.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello helloo (: IT'S ALL OVER! gosh, i still can't believe that the EOYS are all OVER. (X but somehow, i don't have that super high feeling. like i'm still very sian. BUT NO MORE STUDYING for the year!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally! then i can post again. and stuff. (X and no more worries until next friday, when we get all our results. ALL AT ONCE OK. well, until then, i shall enjoy my life. (X haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out after the EOYS ytd. really fun ok... went ice-skating with xinmin, sarah, sharon and louse. wearing our chio chio class shirts some more ok! :D people were like staring at our beautiful shirts. REALLY! and then after ice-skating, we went to the arcade. and PLAYED. and we were so high that the person had to come up to us and tell us that we could just play but there was no need to shout. HAHA, i bet you all the screams and shouts there came from us. but it was really FUN! and then we also went to xinmin's house and watched PINK PANTHER!!! SO FUNNY OK... we were all laughing our dinner out!! very lame and nice. XD THANK YOU DEAR XINMIN! oh and sharon was not feeling very well lehh. SO sharon if you ever read this, PLEASE SEND ME ANYTHING TO TELL ME THAT YOU ARE OK OK? wheeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then now, it's so boring again coz i can't go out as my sister is still having her exams. they only start next week ok... ): and then no one called me to go out so i'm stuck at home doing nothing. so much for slacking ok... SOME ONE PEI2 WO3 CHU1 QU4 shopping can? :D OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOO NO MORE EXAMS mann... i am free lah! :D even though english was bad. chinese was worse, i couldn't understand most of the passage; lit was just crap as usual, history sbq section was screwed but seq was fine XD; geog was tiring and erm quite crap too, and BIO WAS DEAD. )X maths was ok lah, but i sure will make careless mistakes. and urgh. WHO CARES ABOUT PAPERS ANYMORE? i am not going to think about them anymore. yyeah. ok (X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-116140468814833955?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/116140468814833955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=116140468814833955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116140468814833955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/116140468814833955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-helloo-its-all-over-gosh-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-115979849137939611</id><published>2006-10-02T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T07:14:51.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't eat properly. my mouth hurts. after that trip to the dentist this morning bahhh. he changed the wires so this one is really tight. i was freaked out when i went to the toilet after the appt and opened my mouth to find the whole thing BLEEDING. and then i was like finding tissue and wiping my teeth. ): and then at the dental chair, i got all wet because the spraying stuff squirt so much water. so my whole tee shirt was wet. and the dental nurse was like oh sry sry! go to the toilet and dry your tee shirt later. and i was like uh ok. &gt;&lt; and then i couldn't really dry myself so it was really malu-ing trying to go home in the mrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm. what's all this about my mouth anw? ): know what? i just realised that i only have three weeks more to the end of EOYs? or rather, another 14 days to the START of EOYs. and i hvn started revising yet. or rather, hvn starting MUGGING yet. ): ok i shall try to start on history or something. SOON. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee. i met my old old friend, vanessa from ij kellock in the bus just recently. she was going home from crescent girls'. yah, and it was really nice! :D i hvn seen pple from kellock for a long long time. unless you count short, stella and thong. i miss my primary school days in kellock. mrs khoo and her homework column on the board. pan lao shi and her one metre long ruler. mrs yuen and her small notebook thing we had to write on, mrs linda tan and her nice nice nice nice everything. it's sad really. maybe if i hadn't joined the gep, then i would have stayed on in ij kellock with all my good friends. and then i would be in some other school in singapore, and all that. i miss you kellock. 1 hibiscus 2 hibiscus 3 rose! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i should update my links. bahh ok. gtg bb! :D ALWAYS look on the BRIGHT side of light. daa dum daa dum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-115979849137939611?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/115979849137939611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=115979849137939611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115979849137939611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115979849137939611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/10/cant-eat-properly.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-115893480666517018</id><published>2006-09-22T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T07:20:06.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am like high now, lorh. we were meeting for lit pt at my home, and then we were all laughing like xiao. XD so sadd, all of them just left. ): so now i am all along, to ponder about my lit indiv pt which i am still stuck at point one. bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL CAN'T ROCK CLIMB. shucks lah, and assessment is going to start. whooo mrs wee showed us a scan of her 6 cm baby! (: so sweet lorh. she was telling us about the bones and all that. haha. &lt;em&gt;mid-thirties&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh YAH, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIM YINING! sad person turned fourteen like ytd. :D yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA sl tmr! (X i hope cheyenne comes. and her friend too. (: wheeeeeeeee. oh right, and back to work, i just realised that lit is due next mon. which means i need to start on indiv like NOW. right. no more slacking man... :D bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-115893480666517018?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/115893480666517018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=115893480666517018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115893480666517018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115893480666517018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-d-i-am-like-high-now-lorh.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-115831677835533857</id><published>2006-09-15T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T03:39:38.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arh. survived first week of term 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die die die lah. EOYs are like in 5 weeks. but according to chloe baby, must be optimistic. heh, right, so i should see it as 6 weeks to FREEDOM! (X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was cool lah. for art, we went to the singapore art museum. apart from the staff who kept staring at us and telling us not to touch anything when we were at least 20 metres away from the art work, it was quite fun. all the cheem artwork and stuff. :D ohh, but we "got lost" in the building halfway and then couldn't buy icecream coz we were late. bahh. not our fault that the museum is so weird and the signs weren't very helpful. arh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assembly was quite ok. something watchable in a long time. dance fusion. lahlah cool lorh. except that it took 20 mins more than normal assembly time so i missed 2 buses. &gt;&lt; but still... it was quite fun, especially the part where the teachers were invited on stage to dance. haha. nowadays, being teachers are tough man, you must teach, and also dance! (X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. rockclimbing. as much as i will say that i absolutely love rockclimbing, i have to admit that i have a great fear of heights and no ability to climb. argh. must tell myself i can! i hope to be able to at least climb past the red line by the next time i ever attempt to climb the smelly rockwall in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite nice to know that there will be no more big exams other than lit pt, until the MAJOR EOYs. crapp. screwed up geog. shitzzzz i am like in the bottom one third of the class. my darling 3.6 for geog, i flush you down the toilet bowl. argh. that's it. i am going off to slack. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh is there something wrong with blogger now? i can't seem to access my blog. whatever. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-115831677835533857?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/115831677835533857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=115831677835533857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115831677835533857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115831677835533857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/09/arh.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-115777026339739119</id><published>2006-09-09T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T19:51:03.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMgosh. HOLIDAYS ARE like OVER. OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;technically, there is still another day. and maybe another half day. if i count today. but still. holidays are like gone. SHIT. lah. i hvn done my bio pt. DX oh man. this is bad lorh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anw, :D haha there is sl today. and it's gonna be super fun lorh. what with the games, food, craft and the absolutely WONDERFUL skit with a fabulously amazing script. (Done by ning and i HAH) :D and all the little kiddies running around. (well except for those boys) (oh and NING'S NOT VERY NICE LITTLE BOY WHO SMEARED GLUE OVER MY HAND) but the rest are cute and nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder why i cannot get any work done. (: that's because i am always at the comp slacking away. but still, I HAVE GOTTEN SOME BIO RESEARCH SO PLS CONGRATULATE ME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is a short random post about nothing. bahh. school's starting. i. am. dying. from. shock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-115777026339739119?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/115777026339739119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=115777026339739119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115777026339739119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115777026339739119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/09/omgosh.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-115718589686639005</id><published>2006-09-02T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T01:31:37.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays are here! :D haha. but i really can't imagine that it is already the end of term 3. i actually survived all those tests and pts. ahaha, not that they are over though... there are still a whole bunch of them due in the beginning of term 4, but whatever lah, it's still early to think about them yet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to rgp on thursday. HAHA so fun lorh, rach, cas and i were helping ms phua staple the science mock papers. then when we gave them out to the p6s, they were all groaning, and then i rmb all those days when i used to be like them, getting at least a few papers a day. and then the concert was ehhmmmmm, well, let's just say &lt;em&gt;very primary school-like&lt;/em&gt;. all the cute little dancers and singers and stuff. oh the sec 1s performed too. mrs chong  was so funny lorh. when she saw me, the first thing she said was, where's your other half? i was like, eh, what other half? and then she said, jeanette and ning, always together... and i started puking lah. (X but still... :D we ate lunch in rgp, and eh, the food portions are really tiny. although i am starting to not like the fried rice there anymore. anw, after staying in rgp for a long long long time, i went out with rach dear! :D haha so fun lorh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was tiring but fun! :D we just laughed and laughed and laughed. :D! 'o' HAHAHAHA. sorry, inside joke. nvm i am just being weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday: but monday and tuesday and friday, i still have to go back to school. but i guess it's not bad already, considering we have holidays starting from the eve of teacher's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i really miss twotwelve. suddenly i think of us not studying (or rather slacking) as a class for a week, and then i see how much i really miss y'all at 212. oh man, i always get weepy when i think of this... (quoting a certain mr anonymous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, see y'all after a short one week break! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-115718589686639005?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/115718589686639005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=115718589686639005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115718589686639005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115718589686639005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-holidays-are-here-d-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-115649797734205762</id><published>2006-08-25T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T02:26:17.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha most of the exams of term 3 are OVER! :D yah, so i'm quite happy. but then there is maths pt which is so weird. the only good thing about it is that it gives me an excuse to buy LOTS of chocolates. and then i will just end up eating them before i can even look at their shape. (X HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english crp english crp english crp (pai bi ju!) HOW on earth am i spposed to read finish an ENTIRE book and do a diary entry on it?! within a weekend? i cannot ok, given that i only read an average of not more than ten books a year. and i don't even reflect on them in such a meticulous way. i only say "good book lah" or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are meeting for lit tmr. because our dear sharon chan zi yin is SO busy lah, that she CANNOT MAKE IT ON ANY DAY in the sep hols. and she is packed full. aiyah, sharon, don't worry lah, :D don't stress horh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL TMR! :D hahaa cheyenne(spell?) ! and loads of other cuteee little people! oh is anyone going back to RGPS? on tcher's day? tell me k, so that we can go together! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random fact i realise i always post on fridays. o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-115649797734205762?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/115649797734205762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=115649797734205762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115649797734205762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115649797734205762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/08/haha-most-of-exams-of-term-3-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-115590150006598858</id><published>2006-08-18T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T04:45:00.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog and maths and chinese pt are OVER!!! (X bahh, but then again, there is still history and maths pt :O nxt week. maths pt leh?! so weird. but anw, at least this long long long week of horrible horrible stuff is FINALLY OVER! just have to cheng for two more weeks then have holidays again! :D  but then still have bio and lit pt to chiong during the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am SO WEIRD! :D ahaha. we had art today. and we handed up our orchids. and mine looked somewhere near shit. but still, :D i think it rawks lorh. (: i nvr knew i could ever draw something so abtract and black-ish. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe and rock-climbing. weirdly, i could traverse, but i CANNOT CLIMB!!! i can go sideways but not climb upwards. o.O perhaps that is why i grow sideways and not upwards? :D but still, i hope to be able to push myself further so that i can at least climb more gracefully by the end of this module. rock climbing can be really fun, i think, only if i could climb better... but oh well. i am not a born athelete lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah die die die philo. i have to do a journal on UTILITARIANISM... big word... and and and the donno what ppt thingy on donno what capital punishment is like DUE NEXT WEEK and i have to do something about it with dear peiling and shihui gor gor. aiyah, die die die philo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar assessment was CRAP. i think i just might be kicked out of guitar next year. due to my horrible performance during the assessment. i got all the Bs and Cs while some OTHER pro pple are getting As. good for them lorh... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah, gtg lah, i think i need to do some homework. like some philo journal, which ning bargained to let us hand up on monday. and a whole lot of things. AND MUGGG HISTORY!!! DX oh well, i can't wait for SL on saturday! my little loves! &lt;3 so CUTEEEEE!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-115590150006598858?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/115590150006598858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=115590150006598858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115590150006598858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115590150006598858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/08/yayayayayayayayayayay-geog-and-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-115547515612494394</id><published>2006-08-13T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T06:19:16.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello i am bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is kinda a weird feeling lalala...HIGHness. i donno. i don't feel like mugging for anything and i feel empty coz i just suddenly realised that the so called holiday is GONE. just like that.  and i have been slacking for the most of it. other than for the little time i dedicated to chinese pt. i went out, and stayed at home, but i nvr did study properly. it was just telling myself:' i gotta get down to it' and then i go take a nap. pfttt. so deaded lah. somemore maths on weds, geog on thurs and hist next week. bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, POTC is NICE. the jack sparrow character is SO gay :D haha, but i think johnny depp acted that part really really well. so natural (X yeah, i can't wait for the third film oh man... may 2007, i am waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH CHONG XIN! finally turning 14 lah? so slow... i am going on fifteen alr! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar assessment is SOON! tuesday to be exact. and i need to play something that can actually sound like a song, coz now, whatever i play just turns out crap. i don't want to go for guitar tmr for whatever revision. or am i spposed to? i donno. argh, i am in a confused state of mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, anyone reading this, please take note that chinese pt STUFF (meaning your xing cheng biaos and whatever crap you wish to give to laoshi) are DUE TMR! yes, so y'all could just KINDLY pass them to me. thank you. terimah kaaaaaaseeeh! xie xieeees! merciiiiiii! karm xiaa! HIGHNESS is HIGH! &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-115547515612494394?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/115547515612494394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=115547515612494394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115547515612494394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115547515612494394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-i-am-bored-this-is-kinda-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-115517871250777021</id><published>2006-08-10T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T19:58:32.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sorta pissed now ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think that you don't hurt me because you think I don't know. but i do, ok? i DO know what is happening around me. you don't know me, you just don't know that i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mean for you to know that, since i took it that no one would but you did. and then that was where you started to assume certain things about me that are not true at all, and you just still thought that i would be in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows what person you are, all but you? maybe? if you continue to do that, I DON'T know just SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE will you?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i shall not be angry no more. anw, whoever is reading this, i am so sorry. 2£)*)$_£"(*94 90u t9)$(%*$)("*) thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-115517871250777021?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/115517871250777021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=115517871250777021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115517871250777021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115517871250777021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-sorta-pissed-now-ok-you-think.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-115517602794463163</id><published>2006-08-10T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T19:13:47.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorta high now. but then again, i just realised that it is alr thurs and i hvn mugged for anything yet so i am quite screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i am still high. i donno, coz i am not usually high when i just wake up. XD haha. ytd has been boring...but still, somehow, nowadays, days are getting more and more boring, unlike when i was like 3 or something, and kindergarten and everything seemed so much more fun. whatever, i am just crapping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah, my poor sis is screaming her lungs out because she found out she's got some sorethroat plus cold and yah, so she is trying to prove to me that she still sounds ok. bahh. (X nvm jo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah rah rah, it's like our family "tradition" that we would eat takeaways from either KFC or pizzahut every national day, and ytd also was no exception... we ate KFC thingums for dinner, while watching the parade, and ning stood there, somewhere in the mess of gb pple... :D haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the first time, i watched Singapore IDOL! are you proud of me? yeah yeah? coz my sis was like, "oh, singapore idol after this issit? i wanna watch!" so all of us watched. bah. but then some contestants rlly sounded bad, just like how the magazines and newspaper reported...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i better get out of this celebration spirit and tell myself it's back to work now. kk, meeting somewhere for chinese pt later. (X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-115517602794463163?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/115517602794463163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=115517602794463163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115517602794463163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115517602794463163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/08/boo-d-i-am-sorta-high-now.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-115502771600260000</id><published>2006-08-08T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T02:01:56.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feelings are just weird now. but i LOVE my mummy coz i know that whatever happens, she will always understand what is wrong and how i feel. THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no lah, you will just think i am weird. whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW, CONGRATULATIONS to all of us of 212'06 coz we just pwned national day in rg and rawked the whole school with our "global city" song! with all those rehearsals and all that, it is rewarding (kinda) to think that at least it has been worthwhile, and even if we hadn't won (choy!) our class would have become more bonded in the process of performing together. thanks to everyone! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh so many things to do this "holiday". SAs all coming again and chinese pt and GUITAR assessment... mr chua, pls be nice and pass me k? sniff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-115502771600260000?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/115502771600260000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=115502771600260000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115502771600260000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115502771600260000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-my-feelings-are-just-weird-now.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-115451245107035459</id><published>2006-08-02T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T02:55:53.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/personality/personality"&gt;&lt;img alt="Testriffic.com" src="http://www.testriffic.com/images/personality_philosopher.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, this so isn't me lorh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't feel like doing work. ok, i shall be super on task and go do lit now, bahh, how to finish?! DX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-115451245107035459?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/115451245107035459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=115451245107035459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115451245107035459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115451245107035459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/08/haha-this-so-isnt-me-lorh-i-still-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-115451192539229127</id><published>2006-08-02T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T02:45:25.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Testriffic IQ test" src="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, took it from chloe's blog... bah, i should go do homework now if not i can't sleep early tonight! DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i am so tired these days, and my throat is not really in it's best state now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME IF YOU ARE TAKING TRIPLE SCIENCE AND HISTORY K?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-115451192539229127?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/115451192539229127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=115451192539229127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115451192539229127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115451192539229127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/08/haha-took-it-from-chloes-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-115416821190370630</id><published>2006-07-29T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T03:16:51.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh sry so long nvr post alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my computer is so screwed up. i couldn't use it for a few days since my dad was trying to salvage it. and now it is so slow and weird. oh well, at least it can still be turned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. i am dying here of fever, runny nose, sore throat and whatever thing else that sounds horrible. i didn't go to school on friday as i was SICK. and now what? i am left with this huge pile of homework that i need to do, and this huge chem test which i need to start understanding from scratch, and a whole load of other things to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ning, jo and short: i am so sorry k, coz i couldn't go to the esplanade meeting thing on friday as i was SICK and now everything is spoiled by me. no, i hope it all went fine. SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, but somehow, i still feel quite happy and high, despite my heavy head and aching throat. oh wait, i need to go read r and j too. crappp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think i better let my comp rest now, it is superly slow and the window is not responding. argh bb. i shall post something more meaningful ssoooooon. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-115416821190370630?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/115416821190370630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=115416821190370630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115416821190370630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115416821190370630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/07/argh-sry-so-long-nvr-post-alr.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-115339944322088489</id><published>2006-07-20T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T05:44:03.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh, Ivp rehearsal was super funny. the four of us were like laughing the whole three hours lorh, esp with sarah chong around. (: haha, and the rest of the schools were just laughing at us. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, there were these two idiotic boys whom i shall not name to protect their identity, who were like being idiots lah. they were only p5, and they used bad words, and they even messed up sarah's things. sigh. i wonder how education is like in their school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, tmr is RHday and i have to leave at 9 am for rehearsal again. this thing had better end before 5.30 tmr. &gt;&lt; i am superly tired now. and i still have loads of homework. dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, this is a short post. i shall go do homework, which je deteste. this is broken french. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-115339944322088489?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/115339944322088489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=115339944322088489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115339944322088489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115339944322088489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/07/sigh-ivp-rehearsal-was-super-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-115330359024989876</id><published>2006-07-19T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T03:06:30.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH man! (: i somehow just LOVE today. no maybe i don't NVM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonghan exam was FINE. and that is all i shall say, coz i prefer not to think about it at all. but well, i didn't screw it up TOO badly. i guess that is alright. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog was boring in the library. oh man, the library now reminds me of how sarah chong went to stand by the door of that room at the back, pretending to read a book while gloating at the pple having an RS talk ytd. coz we had a half-block free for Ivp. and then everyone started staring at her, and then they all laughed. ohhgoodness, coz i was standing nearby, and then suddenly everyone was staring in my direction. HAHA! sarah is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, laoshi is SO COOL! today, she came into class and asked us if anyone was interested to go to the ZPOP concert, some concert for the president's challenge thingum. anw, then she was like:" hen ke xi, yin wei wo you mian fei xi piao" meaning that she had free tickets. and then xin min and i were like:" you go then i go, i go then you go" and in the end, we got two tickets from laoshi at the end of the lesson. OH MAN!!! free tickets lehh, and there will be like four artistes performing, some caiyilin laoshi mentioned. jolin tsai larh, and eh, i think fish leong...whatever, that is not the point. the tickets are worth so much money lorh!!! (: i still can't believe this. xin min had better be able to make it, if not... i will be all ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEM today was NICE! because mrs tan jen fu had some EMERGENCY meeting with somebody, so we had the whole FREE block! (: haha, and then 212 UG pple were all doing foot drills. +_=" haha, so funny lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, i am leaving class early tmr, at 1 pm to have lunch, then go to sing poly for IvP rehearsal. right smack in the middle of philo! YESSSS! then i won't really fall asleep, and i don't have to go through the torture of thinking cheem stuff when my brain is utterly small and cannot think. on friday also, i leave school at 9am and miss the most of RHday. so sad, but at least i don't have to learn some bagra- donno what dance. and after the Ivp show on friday, i shall rush home to change and bathe and eat and go for ZPOP concert! hahahahahaha i am HIGH! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still have homework to do, gtg. but then, the neighbour upstairs is killing me. he keeps drilling and hammering. for the past like FOUR HOURS. URGH, i am getting a huge headache from all that noise. BYE! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-115330359024989876?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/115330359024989876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=115330359024989876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115330359024989876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115330359024989876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-man-i-somehow-just-love-today.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-115314695371080424</id><published>2006-07-17T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T07:35:53.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, i think too much about something and get obsessed. and then when i decide to tell my mind NOT to think about it at all, i forget about it altogether, and then suddenly, just as howthe problem or trouble had been with me, it just suddenly went off to nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i just think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a beautiful day. i feel somewhat accomplished. other than for the R and J pre-test that i knew nothing of, since i had not even started reading the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: we had a cake-cutting session for CHITA during english today, as she is LEAVING this week. OH WHY?! i will miss you dear. the rest of the day just flew pass with me doing nothing to try pay attention in class. k nvm, i shall catch up with this thing called sleep. i am sleepy. and trying to type. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-115314695371080424?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/115314695371080424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=115314695371080424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115314695371080424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115314695371080424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/07/sometimes-i-think-too-much-about.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-115303965760512158</id><published>2006-07-16T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T01:47:37.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall just post since i pity my deaded blog. i shall try to keep it alive. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO BUSY. no i WAS. ytd was open house and i went for Ivp duty. and i helped out with guitar for a while too. then i went out and walked and i fetched my sis home from her chinese class, so that she could go home and eat and go to school to watch the NDP NE show that is for all the P5s in Singapore. after packing her off, i took mrt and met sarah at outram. with xinmin, we walked to yong-en care centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN, i didn't know that the place my dad goes to buy breakfast every weekend, right above sat the YONG _EN care centre. anw, it's closed for renovation, the food centre, so it looks dilapitated. &gt;&lt; haha, the children there are SO CUTE, although they are naughty. i really want to volunteer there permanent.but i think the pple there will chase me out.  haha. anw, then i walked back to outram station, and on the way, i bought curry puffs for my aunt and cousin who came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got back home and my dad left for a wedding dinner. and i stayed home with my mum until like 10 plus without eating dinner. i was so hungry. then finally, my sis called and told us we could go pick her. so my dad left the dinner halfway, and drove home, and picked us up to go to RGPS. with my tired sister and a huge slingbag from the show, we went to newton circus, and my mum bought some food for dinner. (: and then when i went to sleep, it was alr nearly 1 am. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this morning, i refuse to open my eyes till 10 am. i was quite shocked when i looked at the clock. i expected only 9 am. yeah, then today, we went to killiney kopitiam for breakfast. YUM! i love their milo ... so thick and sweet. :D haha. anw, then i followed my mum grocery shopping and then we went home to keep the food while my mum went to cut her hair. HAHA. (: after like one hour, my mum called so we met her and had lunch, coz my sis had to go to some library to do project work with her friends. so now she is somewhere in singapore with her friends. DX so unfair. anw, my mum bought me a new watch, coz i LOST MINE!!! i am still pissed. anw, THANK YOU MUMMY! I LOVE YA! &lt;33333 AND I WILL keep the watch properly and NEVER EVER lose any watch again. anw, i think i better go learn something about gong han. i don't want to flunk some stupid chinese compo test do i? sigh. bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-115303965760512158?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/115303965760512158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=115303965760512158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115303965760512158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115303965760512158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-shall-just-post-since-i-pity-my.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-115287077445174315</id><published>2006-07-14T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T02:52:54.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey long time no post</title><content type='html'>sigh. shi hui told me to update so i shall update. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, there has been nothing in particular to update since the life i live now is super boring and it basically is about school and schoolwork and nothing else in particular. sighh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is rgs open house 2006. and i have to go to school. somehow, rgs always seems to be so so super busy, like there are always events nearly every weekend. ): i am so tired. ohh, and guitar concert last week. (((: it was fun! but not as fun as last year... anw, EXCO 2006 I LOVE Y'ALL! thanks for making reverbere so GREAT! you RAWK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha i am going to start SL tmr. i missed last week's session coz of guitar concert. and NOW, i shall do my part to serve the community for the next few months. i hope it would be fun. i am so NICE (: so the children there will LOVe me. no lah, but really, i think i will become super emo tmr when i get there. shihui and xinmin, i meet you at outram ah... don't leave me there. and then i shall be guai and see if i can go for SL again on sunday with ningg. to make up for the hours i lost last week. and to accompany lonely ning who has NDP till eternity every saturday. she VOLUNTEERED!!! so guai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. i need to start memorizing gong han de ge shi. everytime we practise in class, i am always referring to the notes under the table. and our chinese exam is like next wednesday, and my gong hans are SO LOUSY. and since i am going to be busy this weekend, what with SL and open house, i am afraid i won't have time to study. i still need to stay back on monday and tuesday for guitar, and and GUITAR ASSESSMENT is on 25 july. i am DYING i tell you. i hvn touched those exam piecess since as long as i can rmb. i NEED TIME! where is time when i need it most? i really 30 hours a day, and not 24. &gt;&lt; STRESSED OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing? i still don't understand a single word of chemistry. everything that has been taught in class since day 1 is still not in my brain yet. every lesson of chem is a blur to me. i really really need to start understanding chem, given that the EOI is on the 31 of july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IvP!!! must rmb that there is rehearsal for Ivp Show on thurs 20 july and the show on fri 21 july at sing poly. ARGh. why must we get chosen for the SHOW??!! it's not like we have some good idea here anw. i need to do open house duty for Ivp TMR!. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just fyi, the P5 national day show rehearsal is tmr, 15th july, and my sis is going. so basically, my whole family is SUPER busy this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what with all the tests and everything going on, i think my brain is going to explode. i am sorry for all these rantings but i feel much better now. (: whoever read the whole of this: THANKS! you are one TRUE FRIEND!! (:  LOVE YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i need to go change my hamsters' cages now. i think they seem to be screaming for me to clean their "house". oh, the clothes from the washing machine are done too. i need to go hang them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, this a ONE LONG POST. i shall try to update more frequently, if my busy life permits. i shall be more positive now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. i think i want that 37 degrees pencil case. anyone knows where to get it? &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-115287077445174315?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/115287077445174315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=115287077445174315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115287077445174315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/115287077445174315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-long-time-no-post.html' title='hey long time no post'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-114990894058007414</id><published>2006-06-10T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T20:09:00.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>going on holiday?</title><content type='html'>haha. i refuse to post somemore. until now. yeah. i'm going on a holiday. tmr. yeah. to vietnam. haha. how funny. i am typing. like this. it's fun. mmm. yar. so i guess that it is kind of. exciting. that i am. actually going on a holiday. after so long. and i get to miss guitar. although that is sort of bad. since our concert is coming soon. and no one is coming. ): why? are we that bad? no what. we are all practising hard. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, what crap. yupp, anw, time seems to be passing like real fast. i was just P6 when i last thought about it. and now  i somehow am already sec 2. and half of the year has gone by. and when i think back about what i have achieved, all i can say is that i quit library and third lang. is that an achievement? i don't think so. i think i really need to pull up my socks. (literally) like how wei shan said she needed to. (ps: wei shan, pls, your socks are HIGH!) yeah. i am not thinking properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, yeah, i will be going on holiday. and i am trying to enjoy it before the hectic life of school takes over again, and i will have to be buried in all those pieces of performance tasks and wksts, and exam papers again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, to lucy, if you are reading this: hi! (: i saw your mum at NTUC this morning. (: haha, so coincidental. yupp, i hear you are doing NDP. poor thing. haha, i shall watch out for you and ning this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. whatever. this post is not meant to be read by anyone of a sane mind. as you can tell, the author herself is not very sane, is she???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-114990894058007414?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/114990894058007414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=114990894058007414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114990894058007414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114990894058007414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/06/going-on-holiday.html' title='going on holiday?'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-114915088731316656</id><published>2006-06-01T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T01:34:47.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>hello! (: decided to be wuliao and post again. OH MAN!!! i was so pissed today. RGS made us rush ALL THE WAY back to school, collect some piece of paper called the interim report, and then chased us off again. OH MAN!!! it's so irritating. i was like rushing to see the doctor coz of a skin infection, and had to change places with a nice lady so that i could see first. coz i couldn't see him another day as my dad was going overseas. and then i was like rushing rushing all the way home to change, and then rushed all the way to school. only to discover that i could go after like FIVE MINUTES! URGH. so much for efficiency. anw, i was quite happy with my results lah, i did better than i expected to do, not that my expectations are high. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't close my mouth properly. if you see me, don't scream. DX , i just had my bottom braces fixed on, so my whole mouth hurts real badly now. ahhhh, can't eat properly can't brush my teeth properly. sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSL INTERVIEW. HELP!!!!!!!!! i am so freaked. it's on monday. what if i freak out on that day? miao said it was like 4 people interviewing 3 pple. won't i just die on the spot? crap. yeah, i should just not think about it, and leave it all to God. it's no big deal anw, i just don't want all the pple in the school to think i am a freak. yeah, sure. i can't even speak properly now. and i have this GREAT feeling that i won't ever in my life become a psl anw, so wadeva. (: i am feeling better alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to be able to go on holiday soon. i can't wait to go out. SOMEBODY, ANYBODY WHO IS READING THIS: HELLO! IF YOU DON'T FIND ME A BORE, PLEASE ERM... GO OUT SOMEWHERE WITH ME! and save me from the boredom of my home. (: yupp. i shall post again when i am feeling boliao. right now, i still have maths, english, lit and chinese work to do, and i don't plan to do any of it until the last week of school. (: ok, bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-114915088731316656?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/114915088731316656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=114915088731316656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114915088731316656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114915088731316656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/06/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-114857095629451120</id><published>2006-05-25T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T08:29:16.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joan Chan Shu Fang</title><content type='html'>Hey! (: i hvn been posting for a long time... finally, almost the end of school. right. I actually didn't think of posting. however, some news really made me sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 24 hours ago, on the 24th of may 2006, Joan Chan Shu Fang left us. Although i don't know her personally, she was an ex-RGS student, which makes her my distant senior? Anw, she had battled a long fight, and she never gave up once. That was what was most inspiring about her. Despite the fact that she had cancer, she never gave up hope. Really, if i were her, i would have just died a long time ago. She was a true fighter. Perhaps it is God's will that she should leave us so soon. She barely turned 20. She had such a short time here. But i believe that her life has been more meaningful than many others. She went through more sufferings than an average person. At least her days of sufferings are over. She has gone to a better place. I had really hoped that a miracle would happen, and God would give Joan another chance to live her life, and fulfil all her dreams. But now... at least she passed on peacefully, in her sleep. GOD BLESS YOU SHU FANG. GOD BLESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-114857095629451120?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/114857095629451120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=114857095629451120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114857095629451120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114857095629451120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/05/joan-chan-shu-fang.html' title='Joan Chan Shu Fang'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-114637969649525857</id><published>2006-04-30T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T23:48:16.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>summatives. bleargh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i so dead or what. somehow, the teachers this year seem to be so so so GOOD. hah! like real. mugging for geog now. or actually it is not really revising. if you hvn learnt a topic yet, can it still be comsidered REVISING? it should be learning right? wow, like learning geog topics 2 days before the exams. can i not be stressed or what? seriously.　哈哈我能以华文来打字！我是个聪明的孩子！eh, ok, so ego. nvm. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should seriously go and mug now. although it is really kinda stressful, i know there are many mundane things that are actually making my day! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-114637969649525857?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/114637969649525857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=114637969649525857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114637969649525857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114637969649525857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/04/summatives.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-114561405015084099</id><published>2006-04-21T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T03:07:30.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! (: i am really high now. my brain is like clear and i can think. ever since i was "RELEASED" from library, i have been superly happy. dear A*arji* said on thursday that i was free and "RELEASED". wth, so you mean that when i am with freaking library, i am tied down, and when i quit, i am FREE AND RELEASED? HELLO?! what are you treating me as? a prisoner? of library? i can so tell that library cca is going to die off soon... due to a CERTAIN person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, now that i don't stay back on wednesday and friday, i am SO happy. (: i can practically see myself WALKING home, and not dragging my tired and dead corpse instead. i can see the purpose of learning, of going to school, and i really feel that i am living a LIFE. before this, i stayed back EVERYDAY, and came home only after 6. by then, i would eat, bathe, do hw, and then it would alr be 12mn or 1 am. yeah, and i would become a walking zombie. what peiling said is true, less committments is better. at least i can focus on doing well in whatever i am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah shucks, all the sas are coming le. geog, science, maths, chinese, lit, and history and english pt due next week. bahh, i can so tell that we are screwed for lit. what happens when you mix a lousy student with a LOUSIER lit teacher (ie. Ms Ng S*** L***)? i get a certain me failing all my lit of sec 2. HAH. and it's not all my fault. :D. no that's not really something happy.science, i don't really get the last part of the module, but i guess it's only a little bit of clarification. maths was not really ok, i couldn't understand graphs, but i guess, i can sort of understand now. geog is just xl. thick stacks of notes that i can't understand. chinese forget it, i am not talking. but it will all turn out fine, i guess. it's a long post, i should go do my homework and HISTORY PT now.  must remember to do. (X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE AND I LOVE EVERYONE! I AM SO HAPPY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-114561405015084099?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/114561405015084099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=114561405015084099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114561405015084099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114561405015084099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-i-am-really-high-now.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-114546075177882264</id><published>2006-04-19T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T08:32:31.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! (: i was contemplating turning off the computer when i suddenly felt very very very happy, and i decided to post to remind myself of this wonderful moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt that i could be in control of things, suddenly. The quitting stuff really helped. THANK YOU everyone, for not ignoring my questions on whether i should drop my committments and stuff. THANKYOU! i feel like there is a great load on my back that has been lifted off. (X and i can now concentrate on where i am walking, and not what i am carrying. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that after all this stuff, i can cope with school work better, and adopt a more positive attitude towards studying and all. instead of learning for the purpose of taking exams, i really want to learn for the purpose of learning and getting knowledge. i hope i can find my true passion, and really put effort in enjoying everything that i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU to everyone who stood by me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO DADDY (if you are reading this) : hello! hope you're fine! don't work TOO hard, kae? take care and duo duo bao zhong! see ya soon! XD LOVE YA LOADS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO MUMMY: THANK YOU for helping me sort my life and put stuff in order again. thank you for helping me make the right decisions, and giving the support all the way. (: LOVE YA LOADS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this sounds like some love declaration. &gt;&lt; haha, i am really feeling very happy now. i think this is the first post in a long long time that i sound so happy. in the past weeks, i think i have been beng kui-ing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-114546075177882264?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/114546075177882264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=114546075177882264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114546075177882264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114546075177882264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-i-was-contemplating-turning-off.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-114491820628869854</id><published>2006-04-13T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T01:50:06.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIT again</title><content type='html'>would i believe myself if i told myself that i had actually decided to quit library?! i really dont know. i guess it's because i am lazy, and i want more time to do my work, instead of trying to concentrate at 1 am in the morning. i really dont know. and no one would read all this blabber anw, since i bet no one actually bothers to come here. sigh. why is my life is fickle minded? and why am i so influenced by others? really, my decision to quit all lies in my hands, and yet i still ask around, and make myself more confused. am i that... that... i donno. arh sigh. i hvn handed in the library withdrawal letter yet, so i guess i can still think and sort out my thoughts, but most likely, i would quit. make my life more meaningful, by being able to concentrate on what i am doing, instead of putting too many things on my plate now, and trying to balance the heavy load as i walk on. i will fall one day, and everything on the plate would fall. so why not just remove some and walk more with more confidence? what crap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-114491820628869854?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/114491820628869854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=114491820628869854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114491820628869854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114491820628869854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/04/quit-again.html' title='QUIT again'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-114456710364831112</id><published>2006-04-09T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:18:23.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, don't you suddenly become at a lose. when you just don't know what to do next. you start on sometime, then stop, then go on, then stop again. it's just so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next moment, you are suddenly jolted back into reality and you just realise that you have so many other things to do, and there you are, just stoning away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there is this 24 hours is never enough. bahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ora was fuN!(X i drank too much liquid, i think, i couldn't swallow down any lunch due to the excessive amounts of water that filled my stomach. XP it was so so crowded! and guitar booth was doing a roaring business! wheessxxzz...PICK A PICK! $1 and you can win an MP3 PLAYER!!! haha...only that SO SAD...! library booth, which was NEXT TO guitar booth, had to close down due to lack of business. so nan wei qing okay...both also my cca, then one do so well, the other have to close down. RJC is nice lorh...(: new and everything, green black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, i finally got make contact with a old friend! (: mildred from chij kellock de...haha, very happy, coz i never got a chance to speak to them for like 5 years liao. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am addicted to the song "by now" by the campus superstars...hehheh...anyone have that song can please send to me? thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-114456710364831112?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/114456710364831112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=114456710364831112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114456710364831112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114456710364831112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/04/sometimes-dont-you-suddenly-become-at.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-114432050602718908</id><published>2006-04-06T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T03:48:26.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIT</title><content type='html'>hey. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hvn updated for a long time. but after this, soon, i guess i will be able to update more often. Coz i have taken the withdrawal form for third lang. this was a tough decision i made. pls dont argue with me first. hear me out. i have been freaking out since february. But after hard thoughts, i decided to give myself a second chance to prove that i could cope. But on monday, after guitar, i suddenly had this thought: why am i doing this? do i still have the interest, and do i still have the time, or am i just doing this because i think it is better to take a third language? Would a third language benefit me? or would i just quit it anw sometime soon? Would i use it often when i go further into life? or would i just forget about all my french and let 6 years of lessons go to waste? i really know that i didn't not have the good foundation to build up on my french. from sec 1, i didn't really start out well. i knew that even given time, i would not be able to commit myself to do well. and apart from that, i still have guitar, library, and maths thing on saturday. i come home too late.  my mum is stressed to see me stressed. sometimes, i just end up breaking down and crying at night, at 1 am, when i am trying to complete my work.  i am very tired. i don't understand the meaning of studying anymore. why do i have to study so hard when someday, we will all leave this earth and commit ourselves into God's hands? studying is important, but it is really so neccessary to excel and do so well in everything? must i be perfect? i know, many pple want to have such gift of knowledge and all, but really, what is the meaning of it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i donno. i am quitting french. it will give me more space to breathe and relive my life. i would be able to commit myself more to my studies, guitar, and library. or maybe i should quit library too. since it is just a merit cca. what's the point? maybe i should just quit RGS altogether.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-114432050602718908?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/114432050602718908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=114432050602718908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114432050602718908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114432050602718908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/04/quit.html' title='QUIT'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-114381761128855646</id><published>2006-03-31T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T07:06:51.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>aiyah. this is so irritating. no one ever reads this anw so who cares about blogging? and updating? pple think i type crapp one...nvm. sometimes, i really am so stupid. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, school just got worse. when i thought i would be content at having to sleep at an EARLY hour of 12 midnight, work load increases and tadaaa... 1 am is the norm, eh?haha, and mrs tan tells us how funny she actually finds this: that we all sleep in the wee hours of the morn. like it is something new to her. that's kinda sad. coz teachers actually do give us time for pts. but it's just that if all subject teachers give pts 1 month before, and expects us to complete ALL of them by the due date, it is just NOT possible. Add that on the our daily workload, homework, tests, assignments, summatives, and all the committments we have. many of us take third lang. have ccas that are time-consuming. some, like sarah chong, has no time for herself at all. eh, and you tell us that it is shocking to know that we actually sleep so late?! ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just my bad attitude. maybe it's just my attitude problem...maybe it's just me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-114381761128855646?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/114381761128855646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=114381761128855646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114381761128855646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114381761128855646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/03/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-114337112117001121</id><published>2006-03-26T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T03:05:21.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me(or tag a comment). It can be anything you want, either good or bad. I promise not to come after you with a sharpened pencil either way. (I hope.) When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised or mortified about what people remember about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hvn posted in a long long time, so much so that my tagboard is dead. argh. not like i have the time to post anw. i hvn finished my science investigation report yet, and it is due in less than 24 hours. like wow. )X  school is officially out of the learning journey week and we have to return to school. BLEARGH. shatec was FUN...just a random comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO. tests will be returned soon. crapped. as usual, the smart pple will get high marks, and the stupid ones (ie. only me) will flunk everything. but but i shall be HAPPY! (: despite everything, the sun still rises everyday to light up my life! isn't that wonderful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-114337112117001121?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/114337112117001121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=114337112117001121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114337112117001121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114337112117001121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-you-read-this-if-your-eyes-are.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-114247436766154350</id><published>2006-03-16T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T17:59:27.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays my foot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eh, ok, so it's already thursday of the school HOLIDAY. and i hvn had a chance to sit down and properly fix my mind on the fact that it is already thursday. 3 camps for the holiday. WOW. haha. but i guess guitar camp was quite fun. and i fell asleep during the nightwalk. but when telling ghost stories, i think yufang, our chair, got more freaked out then we were. and then just as they said," heard music playing," ms ong shu juin, our teacher i/c's phone rang. and we all screamed... HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;maths camp was just tiring. there was this super pro guy from nus high, and he was like answering all the questions. and we got 2nd for games on the first day. yesterday was the maths trail, and we did badly larh. randomly did the first few easiest questions. and then when we came to the hard ones, that nus high boy did them all. but still, we didn't get any placing. NING and her group got first. ning, lucky thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and then my feet were like aching and i was so tired. but i still went to bugis with ning to walk a bit, and we saw a lot of bimbo-ish bags, of which ning tried to carry and act like a bimbo. and we both bought books lah, so guai. haha. and today is my only rest day, which i still have to go fetch my sis from school to some class. bleargh. ok, i shall go slack off now, before reviewing my long hwk list. oh shucks, i hvn done science investigation. DEAD &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-114247436766154350?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/114247436766154350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=114247436766154350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114247436766154350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114247436766154350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/03/holidays-my-foot.html' title='holidays my foot'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-114165000670585470</id><published>2006-03-06T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T05:00:07.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring days of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bahh, hello, welcome to another boring day of my tragic life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;haha, fine. today, i was like sleeping the whole way through classes lorh. esp quah's lessons, where i somehow sit right in front of the lab, and i fall asleep. i was staring blankly into the clock, and watching quah walk around. Many interesting observations have been made about her... like how her ahems were not proportioned, or how they were low...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i bought books from the book fair today. CHINESE BOOKS, okayye...so accomplished, eh? have to do book review mah. not as if i will EVER read them, just look around at the pics, then say it is a good book. HACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;interclass relay today. WHEE, we are SO PRO can? 2nd is no easy feat, i tell you. but then if you consider second out of three, well...erm... anw, we all had fun lorh. what with passing the baton, and seeing goh su fen magically RUN. and getting to pon like 1.5 hours of guitar. but then, the LIMYINING larh, she ran off halfway, without waiting for me to change. YOU TOOT, NING! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;anw, i feel like ponning guitar tmr. got too many things coming liao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wed: maths test. my sets, indices, simultaneous equations= sucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thurs: Geog (i got 5/8 for fa; the whole class knows how low i got thanks to mrs ng),  lit (i got 16/25 for fa. just KILL me, i am quitting lit next year thank you), english draft (don't come telling me you have done your first draft, or what so ever. i have not even started with a word and so there. now be happy), extraction for braces. help me. i don't want to think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but must look on the positive side. Tmr, is a nice and slacky day. three core subjects. but i refuse to change seats. (grabs chair and refuses to let go) so sad lorh. ok, i need to go revise. i want to change my blogskin but no time, try to do during hols lorh, but then again, i am even busier then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-114165000670585470?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/114165000670585470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=114165000670585470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114165000670585470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114165000670585470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/03/boring-days-of-my-life.html' title='boring days of my life'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-114154644312142743</id><published>2006-03-06T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:14:03.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Recently, i was thinking about the past, a few years back, and i got really pissed with myself. if i hadn't gotten in the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gep, (i don't know why so many people make such a big deal out of it) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i would still have good friends from my old school, i would still be in touch with many nice people. i would be free-er than i am now, not staying back everyday, not facing the pressure to excel all the time, like people EXPECT you to do well, if not there is something seriously wrong. i would not be in something so called elite school, i would be able to lead a normal life, i would have the chance to feel what it is like to have a social life. i would not be spending more than 12 hours in school, i would not have to care about all this crap. i am sick of all this. whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;really sick. i can't. i don't know. call me stupid, i am not clever. i am NOT. i don't really care anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-114154644312142743?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/114154644312142743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=114154644312142743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114154644312142743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114154644312142743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wish.html' title='i wish'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-114001111837604204</id><published>2006-02-15T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T05:45:22.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too many things at a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;HELP! i need help! so so so many things to do can? tmr, kao cha, which i hvn studied for! tmr, library, need to ask pple if they are gg for the camp and which days they can make it. tmr, need to check which topics french petite test is on. tmr, email library chair abt those stuff. tmr, a lot of stuff! fri, sli! (: bleargh. mon, collect chinese zuowen and ting xie gai zheng. tues,attend library meeting, ask for excuse letter. skip guitar!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;HELP. SAs are all coming. and i hvn touched any of my books yet. i dont understand a single thing. i need HELP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;argh, today, some weird history teacher came over to take mrs mak, since she was away on something i cant rmb. and then he spent 30 mins talking crap about what is founding, like WE ALL CARE ABOUT THAT. and then he gave us 5 mins to do something we were supposed to take 1 hr, and then he called us back in to talk again, for like another 30 mins, before letting us out late for recess. crappy guy... (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;today was FUN! there was blackout and we all studied in the dark for 3 hours. and the toilet flush wont work. miao was so funny. as she was in the toilet, the electricity came back on and she said the toilet kept flushing. i have an overload of biscuits today. i shant eat biscuits for the rest of the week, i if i rmb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ARGH! LIBRARY! !#$%^&amp;&amp;amp;%##(*(&amp;*&amp;amp;#($-=^#%)(@#$*%*#&amp;*&amp;amp;%#)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-114001111837604204?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/114001111837604204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=114001111837604204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114001111837604204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/114001111837604204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/02/too-many-things-at-time.html' title='too many things at a time'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113983323237521479</id><published>2006-02-13T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T04:20:33.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello? is this me here? i have done so many things today, i feel kinda weird. so much geog HOMEWORK. is mrs ng trying to KILL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;bleargh guitar tmr...i missed so much of a lesson liao. DIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ivp think think think! blah, MURDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i think it is dangerous to let my mentally unsound mind go on about dying and weird stuff. i am JOKING (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113983323237521479?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113983323237521479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113983323237521479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113983323237521479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113983323237521479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/02/sian.html' title='sian'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113973031597293306</id><published>2006-02-12T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:45:15.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO!(X</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello again! (: Sometimes, i really feel as if this blog was dead. bleargh. NO time to update!!! my gosh, i feel so bad to my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;TO MY BLOG: i am so SORRY! i shall try updating frequently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so screwed. All the formatives are back. THE SUMMATIVES are ready to take over my LIFE!!! urgh. it's true. all the teachers somehow give us a lot of work now. i know it's the obvious sign that exams are coming. i refuse to check my schedule. i live in self-denial. i don't care about anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;YEAH RIGHT... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i sound crazy, yeah? fine, i shall try to think in a normal state of mind. today is a nice weekend. i have managed to dig out all my homework and lay it on the floor, hoping that someone would help me fill in the blanks. (: i am slacking again, as i always do, and am trying hard to observe something to investigate about. should i do an investigation on the weird thing called exams? or i on the weirder thing called summatives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;haha. this is going nowhere. today is the last day of the chinese new year!!! last time this year i can say: HAPPY CNY everybody! (: smile for the last time before all the traces of CNY would disappear only to reveal once more same time next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;HELP! i need hours and activities for HOUSE!! HADLEY! be nice to me and think of some activities that i can do and let me sign up for them before the namelist is filled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;BOO!~ (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113973031597293306?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113973031597293306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113973031597293306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113973031597293306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113973031597293306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/02/boox.html' title='BOO!(X'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113827958218928159</id><published>2006-01-26T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T04:46:22.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i am so so sry! i hvn updated in nearly a month! *gasps* sry lah, i have been too lazy to really update, but i check constantly, kae? esp in the beginning of the year, when there is like never-ending filing to do, and loads of homework on top of admin stuff. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;212 is nice. but 111 was nicer! (: yeah, i love both classes! &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hee hee. so many pple were sent back today. so worrying! hope everyone turns up nice and well for the chinese new year to get ang paos! (: ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;today, we watched hotel rwanda in geog. and i was like crying lorh. ): it was so sad can...the unjustice and everything. sigh nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;yay, our hw is like little for nearly 5 days of holiday. save for french, which insists on torturing us by forcibly dragging us to french tmr, when all should only focus on celebrations and NOTHING ELSE! oh well. i LOVE CNY! (like who doesn't?) = i love ANGPAOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;kae wadeva... i am slacking like siao now. HAPPY CNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;happy belated bday to me... and THANK YOU to everyone who gave me presents! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH! LOVE Y'ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113827958218928159?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113827958218928159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113827958218928159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113827958218928159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113827958218928159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2006/01/sry.html' title='sry!'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113601913628674164</id><published>2005-12-31T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T00:52:16.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;help! so many things to do! *drowns*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113601913628674164?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113601913628674164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113601913628674164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113601913628674164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113601913628674164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2005/12/urgh.html' title='urgh!'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113584200742421424</id><published>2005-12-29T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T23:43:16.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha, i was just feeling wu liao. o.0 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;212'06! (: &amp;amp; ): 111'05 is practically broken up. wahhh! i miss 111! i want 111 again! 111! 111! 111! *sticks out hand in protest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ok nvm. let's hope that 111 will never forget each other and the happy times we have had together. yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;a new year brings new beginnings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113584200742421424?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113584200742421424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113584200742421424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113584200742421424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113584200742421424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2005/12/whee.html' title='whee!'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113574795969442638</id><published>2005-12-28T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T21:32:39.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hi! maybe you might like to know that my sister has decided to change her blogskin. (: and i helped her again. (: i feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;yeah. this is so random. maybe i should have some new year resolutions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1) ALWAYS have faith in Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2) more hardworking and less slacking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3) try really hard to get a higher gpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4) do my best in everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5) enjoy what i am doing and find meaning in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6) more principled person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;tt's all for now. i don't even have confidence that i will stick to it. esp 2 and 3. nvm. (: today is the last wednesday of the year! lalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113574795969442638?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113574795969442638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113574795969442638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113574795969442638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113574795969442638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2005/12/hi-maybe-you-might-like-to-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113568083793976545</id><published>2005-12-27T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T02:57:29.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sniff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is now a reality~! boohoo! *blows hard into tissue* sniff. holidays will end in a week, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;anw, it somehow still feels like school hasn't really closed. it actually seems more like school just continued over the hols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;in school today, i went to the GO, and saw some cute sec 1s of 2006. and one of them actually buttoned the blouse all the way up, to the top. doesn't it feel hot? &gt;&lt;em&gt;like the GO pple would know ?!&lt;/em&gt; sigh... pre-sec 1 anxiety...(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When it is the beginning of the hols, it's like you have so much time on your hands so you just slack away, and waste time. and when the hols are finally ending, you suddenly feel like there's still so much things yet to be done, and you don't have time left. that's how i feel now. i wanted to read romeo and juliet during the hols, but until now, i have just finished act 1 scene 1: a &lt;u&gt;GREAT&lt;/u&gt; achievement for someone so screwed in lit like me. and i read to kill a mocking bird like last year, without understanding the whole story. i feel so unacomplised. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;that is a long post, compared to what i have typed while slacking previously. i hope that when school starts, i will be more hardworking. this will not do. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;on a happier note, MERRY (late) CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR! see ya all next year, and i really hope that 111 2005 will always be together! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113568083793976545?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113568083793976545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113568083793976545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113568083793976545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113568083793976545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2005/12/sniff.html' title='sniff'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113513554903336198</id><published>2005-12-21T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T19:25:49.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when someone is half asleep, and yet half awake at the same time, wouldn't the feeling be weird? it's like your body is sleeping, yet your brain is still controlling your movements, and you are still moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Weird? that's what i am feeling now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113513554903336198?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113513554903336198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113513554903336198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113513554903336198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113513554903336198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2005/12/sleeping.html' title='sleeping'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113504372145285795</id><published>2005-12-20T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T17:55:21.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am seriously bored. this is a very wuliao post so i might as well just end it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113504372145285795?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113504372145285795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113504372145285795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113504372145285795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113504372145285795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2005/12/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113444105625529658</id><published>2005-12-13T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T18:30:56.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay, sorry but this is a help cry from my sis. she is in great need of people to visit her blog. i don't know why, but i am helping her to publicize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jodyn: Please, everyone here, please go click that word "darlings", and look for my name: Jodyn! click there, you heard me??? and tag, and make my feel loved!ok? please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;me:see that? jodyn? so you had better update soon, or else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sorry for any inconvenience caused. (X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113444105625529658?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113444105625529658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113444105625529658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113444105625529658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113444105625529658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2005/12/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113443962869267188</id><published>2005-12-13T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T18:07:08.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lah lah lah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hey! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i have nothing to blog about and yet i am still typing away just to past time. am i bored or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;yeah, maybe i should not blog until i find something worth blogging about. which is nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;somehow, after such a long holiday, i sort of feel like going to school. like when i am slacking at home, with nothing to do, i would think of how "productive" i can be in school. and here i am just wasting my life at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;okay, i dunno what now, so bye! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113443962869267188?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113443962869267188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113443962869267188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113443962869267188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113443962869267188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2005/12/lah-lah-lah.html' title='lah lah lah'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113435319904886312</id><published>2005-12-12T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T18:06:39.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boooooooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okayye, i shall change the font back to verdana. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;boooohoooo! holidays pass too quickly, yeah? anyone agrees? ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-_-" nvm, but it's quite bad, really my post-holiday blues. actually, i didn't really do anything for this holiday. basically, i went to some theme park in malaysia, and ended up taking many of the rides by myself, coz my parents refuse (they keep saying they don't want), and my sis, ohwell, she doesn't dare. so for some rides, i was like, huh??? how come i am the only one sitting along down there, like a toot. and when the thrilling part comes along, i just sat there, without nobody to scream to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and then blah blah things happened and i went shopping with my family and then i waited for 3 hours to get on a cablecar and went to blah blah place, where it was so amusing that in a shopping centre when everyone is shopping and eating and whatever, suddenly, there comes a roller coaster, with a bunch of screaming people, which turns and twist right in the mall, and scare the wits out of everyone, and also spoiled my appetite. (i was eating noodles! and then &lt;em&gt;ahhhhh&lt;/em&gt;! came the screams.&gt;&lt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;of course, before i even knew it, poof! i was back in singapore. and when i came home at what 10 o'clock, i was busy washing clothes, keeping clothes, blah blah blah a lot of things, and then i went to sleep, and the next day, it felt like the whole holiday was just a dream. like it wasn't reality, it didn't happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and then back to the boring life of waking up late in the morning, having breakfast, then realising that it was almost time for lunch. after eating lunch, laze around for a while, watch tv, and then mummy comes along telling me to turn off the tv coz it was dinner time. and then i go back to sleep and the cycle goes on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;maybe i should try to read romeo and juliet. someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113435319904886312?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113435319904886312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113435319904886312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113435319904886312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113435319904886312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2005/12/boooooooo.html' title='boooooooo!'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113357863152287022</id><published>2005-12-03T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T18:58:54.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hey! i decided to use arial again. i thought it would be easier to read. anyway, it's only saturday but i think it would be the last time i update before going on holiday. yupps, cuz i am too lazy to turn on the comp again tmr. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;actually, my whole family is packing now, while i am still in front of the comp typing away. my sis is really excited. o.0 she has been counting down and telling all of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yeah, and it's no big deal anyway, it's gonna be a really short trip. and i get to pon guitar! (: only tt i may end up really bad after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok. this is getting really weird. i dunno what else to say. maybe i shall...erm...say goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;GOOD BYE TO EVERYONE until i get back? (: and THANK YOU FOR SUCH A WONDERFUL YEAR!!! i love you all! &lt;3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113357863152287022?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113357863152287022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113357863152287022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113357863152287022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113357863152287022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2005/12/holidays.html' title='holidays! (:'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113308846679773844</id><published>2005-11-27T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T02:47:46.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i am kinda happy that i finally got my zen. and i decided not to buy an ipod in the end coz it was kinda ex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;guitar tomorrow. bleargh. this is so depressing. thinking of peeling and hardening fingers and songs i can't play. nvm, i'll try to enjoy it. things are best when they are enjoyed, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;actually there is nothing much to write about now that i am into the most boring stage of the holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;oh, the psle results are out. and i have a friend who did not do as well as she had probably expected. it's so sad. i know she has put in a lot of effort. it's just that her mum has really high expectations of her. i think she is still trying to enter some secondary school that her score does not meet. oh well, high expectations lead to greater fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i really don't know what else. i am sleeping so much at home and doing nothing at all. (: kae, so bye! i shall blog again before i go on holiday. yeah. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113308846679773844?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113308846679773844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113308846679773844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113308846679773844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113308846679773844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113265407049589942</id><published>2005-11-22T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T02:08:01.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>guitar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i just got home from guitar and now i can't type properly coz my fingertips hurt so much. the skin keeps peeling off. but at least we are finally in the main ensemble, with our pro seniors! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the songs we play now are pro, but i am not. so i have a lot to catch up on. i wonder if i will ever play like my seniors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;library meeting tmr is so out. i go all the way there just to attend a meeting that lasts for a mere one hour. then i have to go all all all the way back home. so tiring.): and my fingers would still be hurting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i can't wait till one week from now, when i will be free of guitar for 3 weeks. actually our "holiday" is only 2 weeks, but i am ponning to go for holiday! (: so happy! &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;kae, my fingers are going to get blisters soon. bye! and happy (nearly half gone) hols to everyone! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113265407049589942?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113265407049589942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113265407049589942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113265407049589942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113265407049589942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2005/11/guitar.html' title='guitar!'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113245792074582552</id><published>2005-11-20T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T19:38:40.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally! (: My sis has finally got her official holiday! yay! then i can stay home with her and not all alone myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i realise that when the hols are here, lesser things happen and there is lesser to write about. i went cycling not too long ago and now my legs hurt. i was speeding from one end to another, about 600m?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my 3rd week of holidays is spoilt! i have guitar on monday and tuesday and library meeting on wednesday. it's not that i really miss the school that much. it's just...sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my poor fingers are hardening! ): my left hand is turning hard! *gasp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;at least amanda(from guitar) says that we are all in the main ensemble already. so maybe all those hard fingers would be worth it. (i hope)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i just went to the new popular at bras basah (sick!~&lt;em&gt;ahem&lt;/em&gt; ba1 sha1=market) haha! i thought it was pretty nice, although the steps should not be so narrow and weird. the collection of books have somewhat improved. and there are so many cute tatty bears! &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;miss phua's bbq! ARGH! now i have to go all the way to woodlands! o.0 i don't want! i hope weishan is nice enough to fetch me? and erm...drop me somewhere nearby on the way back? bahh, now i have to go shopping for 20 forks, 20 spoons, 20 plates and 2 cans of drinks. on a nice weekend. -_-" nvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;at least i don't have to make 3 trips to rgps a week, even though i am out of primary school alr. surprisingly, i didn't meet any of my old teachers. so sad... but it's not as if i want to meet mr ____. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my mum has finally agreed to let me buy an mp3! (:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(: after so so so so long! (: happy! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;just changed my hamsters cage, so they are clean and happy and i am happy too! I hope this happiness lasts for as long as it can, before other things come to mind again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ok, i should go now, and refrain from using the computer for so long. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113245792074582552?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113245792074582552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113245792074582552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113245792074582552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113245792074582552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2005/11/holidays.html' title='holidays!'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113227960528849927</id><published>2005-11-18T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T18:06:45.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(: happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hey! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i am feeling kind of happy now. it is friday, which means that the weekend is here! my sis would have her last day of school today, and despite me having to go to rgps to fetch her &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;(for the third time this week),i am still happy i get to go there. it is speech day today at rgps, and my sis is singing! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;miss phua's &lt;strike&gt;chalet&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bbq is on monday! (: oh wait, weishan! are you still fetching me? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my sis is counting to our overseas holiday. sigh, she's a tad too excited. but i thank my parents for bringing for this trip! thanks daddy and mummy! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i am happy too that i am turning 14 soon! (: my cousin, who is born on december 1991 will be one year older than me during this december to january period. and then i will catch up with him! (: those who don't get what i mean: my bday is coming soon! in january! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i just realised i have put too many (: in this post. haha. but it is better to be smiling than to be sad and crying all the time. i have told myself to be stronger and not shed tears so easily. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;oh shucks! i am late. i hafta go fetch my sis alr! time pasts fast! i can't wait for 111 outing! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113227960528849927?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113227960528849927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113227960528849927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113227960528849927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113227960528849927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy.html' title='(: happy'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113219523835765236</id><published>2005-11-17T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T18:40:38.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i have been sleeping till late into the morning and spend the rest of the day doing nothing so far, and i feel really bad. i think i shall go start on something useful today. i have been on the computer for too long that i think the electricity bills would increase by two times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy birthday wai ian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i am so so so sorry that i could not go out with you this week, next week can? because this week has been kinda busy, apart from the slacking. i have been to rgps so many times, i am feeling like part of the school again. i reached there in record time yesterday. i went out at 2 and reached at 2.28. i feel proud.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it was a wrong choice to get my sister to join choir (X now i have to fetch her home from school after extra practices nearly everyday. i am so tired because of this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i am in love with lays potato chips! the sour cream and onion flavor. (X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i better go do something useful that uses my brain power now. sigh~ (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113219523835765236?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113219523835765236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113219523835765236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113219523835765236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113219523835765236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2005/11/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113204284919816202</id><published>2005-11-15T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T00:20:51.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for the past few days, i have been really upset abt hamsters. i really thank everyone for comforting me. thank you so much. i am ok now and really bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i was thinking and felt that humans are always unsatisfied. no matter how much we alr have, we always want more. we are never happy. instead of giving thanks, we demand for more, and always compare ourselves with others who are better off. what about those who are worse off? what about them? we don't ever compare ourselves to them and think about how lucky we are compared to them, and give thanks for that. isn't that very selfish of us to only want the better for ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok, i just realised that i was kinda confused in the above paragraph. nvm, just ignore it. i am so tired today. i crossed 5 overhead bridges and went to rgps to fetch my sis for her choir. and then i walked a little and looked a little, and somehow passed 1.5 hours like that. and then i walked some more. guess who i saw? i saw dear celene from nanyang. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;call me sensative but i really think that a lot of people on this earth hates me. no, change that. no need for the earth. i think that a lot of people in this school doesn't like me. and i most prob know the reason. yeah, i think i do. now i really regret it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh shucks, i just realised that i typed all this when no one would understand anyway. oh nvm, i am just this super confused girl. sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113204284919816202?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113204284919816202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113204284919816202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113204284919816202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113204284919816202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2005/11/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113179080166649340</id><published>2005-11-12T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T02:20:01.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am so tired from looking after the hamsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the last baby died this morning. it was so gruesome. the head was eaten up by the mother hamster. i could see the big hole. and to think i was feeding it milk the previous day. i was so hopeful that it would survive. but at the back of my head, i knew it could not survive. i guess the more effort you put into some things, the more you find it hard to let go. i really cried. one moment i was feeding it, then i went to sleep and wake up to find it half eaten. i really hate the cruelty of life sometimes. but at least the baby died. it was already sufferring from the beginning. the second batch of babies were all very weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i am so sry that you have been reading so much about hamsters these past few posts. thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113179080166649340?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113179080166649340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113179080166649340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113179080166649340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113179080166649340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2005/11/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113167927594866787</id><published>2005-11-11T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T19:21:15.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why is life so brittle and fragile. why doesn't the mother take care of the child? why was a child not given a chance to live? maybe it's just because the mother is tired. but the baby was innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sry, i was referring to my hamsters at home. coz the mother is super tired after giving birth 2 times in 2 weeks and didn't take care of it's second batch and now one has died. as a baby. no chance to even live. i don't want the other one to die. i want it to get a chance to live. i really hope it would be strong enough to survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i can't type any more. it hurts too much. i have been crying loads now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113167927594866787?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113167927594866787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113167927594866787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113167927594866787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113167927594866787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2005/11/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17890214.post-113150785171189560</id><published>2005-11-09T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T19:44:11.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotions confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bahh. i am feeling weirded right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am happy that i would be ice-skating really soon. but i am sad that i can't take my sister along as she would not make it on time and my mum is worried that she can't skate and i wouldn't teach her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am happy that the holidays are finally here. but i am sad that i can't be with my friends so often, learning together in the same classroom and progressing through life together.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am happy that i have two darling beloved hamsters and two baby ones at home. but i feel sad that i had to give away 5 of them. i even cried non-stop for like 1 hour yesterday coz i felt so bad that we thought about buying hamsters in the first place and end up not being able to take care of them finally and had to give away so many. i felt really bad, i couldn't stop crying until i got too tired and fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my parents tell me to be strong. and that in life, sometimes we have to let go. not everything happens the way we want it to be. sometimes it would go smoothly, sometimes, it does not and this is when i have to learn to let go. yeah (: i must learn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my mum is calling me for lunch. i shall go and get changed for ice-skating later. see ya. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17890214-113150785171189560?l=tothepinnacles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/feeds/113150785171189560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17890214&amp;postID=113150785171189560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113150785171189560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17890214/posts/default/113150785171189560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothepinnacles.blogspot.com/2005/11/emotions-confused.html' title='emotions confused'/><author><name>thoughts within my head</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134414198190684575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
