<?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-7530596</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:17:31.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leney</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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wouldn't it? firstly my past is still trying to haunt me. and why is this so.. well as simple human beings there are people catergorise into two main groups: the good and the bad. well the good are simply put good. but the bad... well there are alot of different groups from there... currently i'm being picked upon by the ugly side of human nature. they are like peaky flies, swat one.. another one takes it's place. however i think they are not flies.. because they are too unworthy to be even called flies so we'll all just call them humans. i've forgiven my past rebuilding my present, and yet this humans like piranas tend to attack me back in groups. and why groups?.. because they are helpless when they are alone. they are just a helpless bunch of pitiful humans that needs to rely on large group in order to create fear, cause tension.. well sorry... but can u get a life? oh wait you have a life.. pleased to hear that.. well now have u consider of getting a new one because people would mistake you as being a low lifed person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way. words to a thought for people from the past about some matters from the past.&lt;br /&gt;respect others and most of all, respect yourself. dont cheapen your life by spending it throwing yourself at men, especially men who're already taken. life is short -- try to live it hounourably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. i guess you people had already cheapen your life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks akira for the helping of the phrasing. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111616644729185462?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111616644729185462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hes hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111599603666840469?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111599603666840469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111599603666840469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111599603666840469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111599603666840469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/05/4-straight-days-of-rugby-training.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111590640130042527</id><published>2005-05-12T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T22:00:01.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh god, i think im like so cursed this year. made a fool of myself in front of the class today. lol. part of the reason why i like gp is because it is so relaxing, more about talking than writing. and for today, we had to do a skit about why people divorce. my group acted on abusive relationships. rizal was my husband, nuriani and gracie our kids. and oh god, rizal was soooo into acting, he shocked us all. first he bang on the door, pulled and pushed gracie outa her seat, yelled at me and when i threw pillow at him, he beat me up man! not as in really beating me up la, but keep on pushing me and all, i wanted to defend, but he was like aiming my face so i was covering it, and i tripped and fell on the pillow in front of the whole class. how embarrassing is that? lol. been falling all the time, luck is so not coming my way... overall, our skit recieved the most laughter. it was darn hilarious la. and from this, i shall assume that rizal is a very bad husband. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for the remaining skit tomorrow, gonna be fun. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's rugby training was fun. at least better than yesterday. plus point was when the rugby game played awhile with us, they were darn funny. recieve a huge slap on my stomach by alicia. if she continue slapping, maybe i will get a flatter tummy since they are hard. as usual. she kept on calling for the ball but when i threw the ball, she just stand there. i kinda lost my temper at her la. she just wont listen! tutz did better today, told her her flaws and she actually listened and tried to improve, which she did improve, so proud of her. =)&lt;br /&gt;aiya. overall, it was beta than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had some talk with yithann while he pampered me with massages. damn. dont you just love to talk with your homies and know about things you never did realise? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111590640130042527?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111590640130042527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111590640130042527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111590640130042527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111590640130042527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-god-i-think-im-like-so-cursed-this.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111581666580540777</id><published>2005-05-11T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T21:04:25.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shitfuck.&lt;br /&gt;shit do happens. and this time it was me, the unlucky one. its as though what happened last year during valentine's day wasnt bad enough. got me so totally shattered. thank god the rugby girls are there when i need them. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, during sr, the home tutors seemed so solemn that it got us all darn uncomfortable. during the last 5 mins of sr, we got to know that we aint gonna change class with 05A1 cuz our home tutors saw our unwillingness to switch class yesterday. but apparently, no one was glad that we aint gonna change class, in fact, all of us felt darn guilty. yes, even me, the selfish one. i guess it was also partly because all of us had accepted the fact that we are going to change our class until the end of term 2, and we knew that by not wanting to switch class, we just earn a bad reputation among the teachers. so, before econs, i saw mrs teo outside and i told her i felt bad about not switching class with them [yes, i swear it was from the bottom of my heart. im very soft hearted you see! =p] and she agreed, so we had a class discussion and we all agreed to switch class if the other class still wants it. and yes, i felt much better after that. im not bad after all! im just darn bad when im pissed... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and sugar daddy did a little manicure for me today. it was darn hilarious. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i teared and laughed at the same time during break. dont ask why. thank haz and hardi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quite disappointed with today's touch training today. especially the one before aliff came. everyone seemed so slack, the game was so slow, it was as though we just started training for the first time. thank god the pace of the training became faster as time goes by. alicia kinda pissed me off because while we were playing, she almost could scored a try if she actually run and catch the ball at the same time. so i was like shouting to her telling this to her and she just ignored me completely. its like, wtf? im trying to help you but you cant be bothered to listen? its just like her elbowing thingy. wawa had been saying that we should not do that and she just wont listen, lays and clare kena today. how nice is that?&lt;br /&gt;i felt sick during training today, felt like i was gonna faint anytime. this feeling had started since monday, i think its because of the heat. but the feeling is really terrible. i felt so vulnerable halfway through training, partly because of the shit that i had went through, especially this morning. recieved so many advices and hugs.  &lt;br /&gt;new tai tai lesson : people bitch about us because they are jealous of us. they bitch because they feel inferior and insecure and by bitching, it makes them feel as though they are more superior over us. tai tais do not bitch.&lt;br /&gt;so one thing i must stop doing is to stop bitching, although i admit its true cuz i do feel insecure after what had happened last year. so yup. i must not be as low as them, should just speak the truth of what i feel and what had really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with ninzie and kaili to take our o lvl cert. and something freaky happened. the exact same taxi driver ,who drove me from school to woodlands, was the exact same one who drove me from riverside to woodlands checkpoint. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum is so cute this morning. we were "cruising" our way down the highway and she realized i may be late, so she started speeding, and by the time we reached singapore custom we realized that im just going to be 5 minutes later than the usual time i reach school after all... and i got to saw lays and her guy [darn sweet couple] and li. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;i hope that tomorrow, i will be 1 minute later than today. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111581666580540777?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111581666580540777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111581666580540777' title='0 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tomorrow until the end of term 2. all because 3 people in that class sprained the ankles, how stupid is that, its as though they do not know how to walk properly, or maybe they planned to sprain them at the same time. bottomline, its plain fucking stupid and fucked up. and oh, had anyone seen that class? its unpainted and looking very dusty and dirty. how nice. i heard that people in that class are childish, which means they just do not know how to take care of people's stuff. so do you think they actually will look after our class? im so gonna screw anyone who dares to mess with our stuff upside down. i know i am over reacting, but whatever, im born selfish. i so do not like to share my stuffs with others, thank you very much. at least i dare to admit my flaws, not like some people.... oh and the class is at the 4th floor btw, from 2nd to 4th. how nice huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing really special happened today. just felt darn tired. he gave me the eye today and now hes out. currently i have no more eye candies. they are out, for now at least. heh. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school was darn fun. short rugby debrief. new coach tomorrow. pretty cool. went home with lays. the journey to the interchange was great. talk about stuffs that i needed to hear at the moment. met up with ninzie in the train, she was like booking a seat for me in the train, got me smiling even before i stepped into the train. keke.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. we made a fool of ourselves in mac. like totally! everyone was staring at us. me and ninzie didnt mind, we aint studying at woodlands anymore like kaili is and thus we dont hafta pop into wdlds as often as kaili has to. lol! i keep calling myself the grass among the muds, because ninzie and kaili's uniform are in brown while mine is in greenish blue. and i do so always happened to be in the center. so well you get the idea. lol. &lt;br /&gt;bottomline. i heart them! keke. even though shit kinda happened to us last year over some guys, which btw, we are single now! woohoo!  but anyway ya, it just feels great to be with them, feel darn comfy, and i really dont care about my image when im with them. cant wait for next week's meet up session. lois will be in it. yeas!~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 and 1/2 hour pe tml. sianz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111573154435531980?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111573154435531980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111573154435531980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111573154435531980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111573154435531980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/05/pouts-and-frowns-i-am-so-pissed-after.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111564964765420135</id><published>2005-05-09T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T22:40:47.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>m1 touch picchas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3438879523232%7Ffp4%3Enu%3D323%3B%3E382%3E5%3A9%3EWSNRCG%3D3232949%3A6272%3Cnu0mrj" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the pre u 1 rugby girls in the morning at bk. shar is the only pre u 2 in this pic. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3438879523232%7Ffp45%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E2323858%3B53643ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the rugby girls again, this time outside taka. we were all not ready yet. anyway from left to right : shar. abby. li. me. gracie. and in front :ferx tai tai. keke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3438879523232%7Ffp64%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E2323858%3B53646ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pretty shoes of we rugby girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3438879523232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E2323858%3B53652ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and again. this time showing our pretty watches. i was wearing narvin's but miss hazzy's feet just love to block it. im wearing hazzy's sunglasses btw =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3438879523232%7Ffp46%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E2323858%3B53655ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we girls &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt; watching the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111564964765420135?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111564964765420135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111564964765420135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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have said it before but i so want to talk about it again. comparing to other classes, my class is like nearest to everywhere minus the lecture place only. and there is a "balcony" right outside the class, a very much wider corridor where we can play tennis while the classes beside us can only consist of 3 people walking in a row.anyway, its like a balcony where we face the parade square, so every morning, maya and i will have a wonerful time drinking and commenting on whoever that happens to walk past. bitchy, but we like. its like admiring some certain scenery and talking about how you feel towards it. and because we are only on the 2nd floor, its alright for us to shout at anyone who is walking past, and thats where we always greeted our friends. basically, its nice and fun la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poa always gets me stressed out. i guess its because the teacher keeps on rushing on everything, so much so that for a person who does not like to be rushed at all, i get very easily agitated during that period of time. so try to steer clear from me and leave me in my own world pretty pls? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got tibits during econs from the home tutor. so nice right? we were all munching to it and listening attentively to her while she teaches us, its like the best way to thank her and show that we really appreciate her kindness. she really has a heart of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut hardi's queue during break along with li. wahaha. we were embarrassing hazzy by waving frantically at her like an idiot while she tried to hide herself behind the rugby ball. to make fun of her even more, we purposely sat beside her. but it was great, just sitting down, eating, talking and making fun of a certain couple. the church and the mosque. nice excuse... heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had 2 periods free today cuz the dear gp teacher didnt come today. and luckily, i saw akira and gabby, managed to get akira's account number so i could play comp in the library to spent the 2 free periods. hmmm, akira, so i guess, from now on, i can log into your msn, hotmail, friendster, blog, maple etc account already right? muahahahaha. anyway, the school's comp was damn slow, so damn slow i got fed up and therefore i just switched off the switch and left. ok not really leaving just like that, restart the computer to make sure its still not log into akira's account or i will be so so dead. [by the way, akira,gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.&lt;br /&gt;gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.&lt;br /&gt;gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.&lt;br /&gt;gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.&lt;br /&gt;gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.&lt;br /&gt;gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.gebra.&lt;br /&gt;gebra....lol]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, of all times, it just had to rain. had a very short training in the field before having it in the hall. ferx was darn cute. it was obvious that the hall is smooth and wearing socks without shoes will make one fall easily, and that was what happened. but she really is darn cute la. haha. clare fell in a way that will get you going "ouch! that hurts". and NO, i never fell at all. i got a new pair of shoes you see... wahaahh. and hazzy just had to advertise about my great fall again to the bartley people. i seriously got a feeling that she will always remember it even until shes a granny. lol.&lt;br /&gt;jaq brought her home made cookies for us today. sho sweet! keke. she claims they're hard, but i think they are soft and chewy. its nice sayang.. i want more! keke. [p.s nina, i want your mother's cookie recipe that you,del and fifi baked during our sec 2 valentine's day. i want!!!!!!!!!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;we lepak at hazzy's class after training. and it was so hilarious. [i still want MI tai tais by the way!] and yes, jaq is the senior tai tai, ferx is the senior tai tai in training, lays is the tai tai that does not wants to admit and im the junior tai tai in training. keke. we were all talking until we talked about perfume, and when i mentioned i had the j.lo miami's glow, they became so excited and started talking about it, i thought i was the only one who like the fragrance, apparently they do too! lays even got the shower gel. ah! im catching up the taitai lesson fast. and boy should you see hazzy's dont-know-what-to-say face. lol. yes, we were like talking about all those stuffs, may be compared to bimbotic, but the classier way. wahahah. we have the blur sotong aka dragon abby too. her blur-ness seriously will make you die laughing. got a new "minah" to substitute me liao, so happy. id switched to the taitais a few trainings before anyway. lol.&lt;br /&gt;saw modern dance's rehearsal for institute day on our way out and it really was impressing. very impressing in fact. but i just hate the solo guy dancer. grace should know why, just commented about him this morning. =)&lt;br /&gt;we bought our burgers at mac before heading to st andrew to watch the match. tried to be nice and asked mum if i could go home late, all i got was yellings from her and the hanging up on the phone. any idea how much that feelin sucks? decided to try my luck with my dad. and guess what, he agreed without hesitation! damn! i thought it was the other way round... im starting to prefer the dad more than the mum when it comes to my ccas stuff, hes much more spontaneous about it. the mother is only sponataneous about it if i reach home latest by the night bus.. so you know what i mean. well anyway, we got on the bus and lots of sarcasm was thrown around. we talked about darn lotsa stuffs, from weddings to makeups to brands to slumber parties to houses to just basically everything. and at one point hazzy was facing the window singing mr lonely and looking very hilariously funny with her finger dragging down the window. wahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAJC girls are so bimbotic. well at least it is for that loud crazy ass who suddenly cheered from nowhere. got us all staring at her with disgust, does she even know what the hell is happening in the game? whatever happens, the ruggers rock totally yea?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazzy had dragon abby as her sayang, no longer me =S... but nevermind.. cuz...&lt;br /&gt;i am gracie's sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;i am lay's favourite faithful sayang.&lt;br /&gt;i am jaq's tai tai in training sayang.&lt;br /&gt;i am val's best sayang.&lt;br /&gt;i am still waiting for ferx to ask me to be her sayang. lol.&lt;br /&gt;im aiming for shar to be my running-partner-aka-wingers sayang. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i am nuru's sayang &lt;strike&gt;she always helping me with something. keke.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; to be my sayang. hehe. &lt;strike&gt;or maybe not. *shrugs*&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nonetheless, everybody lets say "awwwwwwwwwwwwwww~" =D&lt;br /&gt;aint i just so blessed to have them in my life?&lt;br /&gt;*big cheesy smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;070505&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pouts* i am getting fatter but not in the right proportionate way!!! argh. the bloody tummy, its even bigger than my breast. how fugly! no amount of exercise seems to be able to work. damn, to think that an already skinny ass like me has to even have the thought of going on a diet, how ridiculous. but its really demoralising whenever i look at my stomach. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i finally start having my piano lessons today. glad that the skills are still around, but i seem to not be able to click with theory anymor. its as though theory has upgraded and im way behind time, in this case, 16 months behind time. its abit hard but nevermind, i know i can make it.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at the same old chinese restaurant at the same old club today to have an early celebration of mother's day. but damn, we still had to wait even though we had booked seats and by the time [1/2 hour later] we got to our seat, i was already full from waiting. i wanted steamed fish but mum was so considerate that she ordered fried fish, and it just ruin my appetite. i have been eating fried fish for one whole week and now i have to eat it again.. =( overall i just felt too full to enjoy the food even though it was voted as one of the finest restaurant in malaysia for 4 consecutive years.&lt;br /&gt;basically. im bored and tired. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;080505&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is mummy's day. didnt had time to buy anything for her, so i baked her a cake which was a complete failure. =(. felt so bad... dad was ultra sweet though, he bought mummy choco to sweeten up her life. damn, i wish that if i was ever married, my husband will treat me the way my dad treats my mum. sweet.&lt;br /&gt;mums bday next sat. i MUST make sure that i actually buy her something this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;090505&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sincerely think that my past and i love to play sick games with each other. its like as though we had gotten so used to being hurt and hurting each other, it feels empty now. but today case aint about the ex, its about the ex's new girl. i smsed him last week to scold him about how he was irresponsible and being a munafiq over some stuffs, and no, it isnt about the things he used to do to me, that one i cant be bothered, its about other thingys la. but anyway, yesterday night, i recieve a missed call and a msg from "him" asking who am i. sounds weird? well apparently, after hearing about some stuffs about that relationship, i had a feeling it wasnt from him so i just couldnt be bothered with the msg. but, during noon today, there was another msg from "him" again asking who am i and how did i know wan arshad. heh heh, this sounds fun right? thousands of different bitchy ideas came popping into my head, each one bitchier than the previous one, but in the end, i decided to settle for "who are you to ask me who i am". after that, i had to wait for a few hours to get her reply "i am zurah, arshad gf, just wondering who you are, you are alene?" that just destroyed my fun la, and i so wanted to reply "so what if you are arshad gf, big deal ah?......" but then, it sounded so ah lian-ish, and being a junior tai tai in training, i shouldnt be acting like that [what only. lol] so i just used grace method "ya?so? do you have a problem with that?" and apparently, she stopped smsing me. sad sia! i wanted to play around with her to amuse myself, to see how furious she can be. im sick in the mind, i know, but i like.... so sue me. heh. i had been waiting so long for her to kacau me anyway. heh.&lt;br /&gt;heez. i got to see my eye candy during pe today. so happy. keke. yup. i feel like a little kid now, going gaga over a guy. i have had so many infatuations in this school, which are all gone now, but none of them never actually made me feel butterflies like this one does. oh gosh, im like so crazy over him now, even while typing this, im actually smiling, im hopeless. teehee. even though lays sayang says hes nothing special and grace dearie thinks he looks more compatabile with his best friend, the infatuation is still going very strong. he is what i want now, really. he looks darn cute when he flushed after pe, and boy, hes legs are the best i have seen so far in this school. sexay! love to steal galnces at him, then quickly turn away when i happened to caught his eye. oh gosh, im behaving like a primary school girl but i cant help it! geez... what to do what to do.... but... if i was to think about the pros and cons, and be realistic, i doubt we will ever have the chance even though i still want that chance. so.... please donw drag me out of my dreamland, dont ruin my fanatsy, for its one of the reason im always on the high. teehee. so yea. =P&lt;br /&gt;talk about pe. damn. had to run like fuck today, as though some mad dog chasing behind me. and after that pe lesson, from sudden gastric pain to feeling nauseous to wobbly jelly legs and finally pain at the abdomen. although the pe teacher claimed it is good since its the built up of lactic acid, which according to my weak biology background, doesnt sounds good at all. sadistic pe teachers i have. sighz.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, there aint no special thingy that happened during lessons today. just that the class recieved tonsa foods from the darling home tutors. but anyway before that, when grace class was having econs, miss yap gave them some tibits. dearie gracie took an extra packet for me, yes very sweet of her =), and then i was talking around with hardi they all, and faizal, the guy whom i always accuse for having a crush on me -dont ask why, he always happened to blush when im around. lol! - , happened to have and extra packet so he gave me too, so i have 2 packets of tidbits from 2 sweeties! keke. oh and miss yap treated us rice crackers to wake us up and mrs teo treated us tonsa mentoes to shut us up, either ways, we know they just love 05C2. keke.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i realised that one of the reason im so pampered is cuz of the homies. they always know how to make me feel beautiful and happy, and they never lose their temper at me even though they are in a bad mood but im still throwing my petty tantrums at them. yes, im so blessed to have the in my life since primary 1. damn, i missed them now... =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111564440447174114?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111564440447174114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmph! i was quite looking forward to today's dance only to be informed of the last minute suspension of ccas because it is compulsory for everyone to attend the sports heats after school. damn, i felt totally bored after hearing that, felt like going home straight away. but no, i didnt. like duh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the devilish pe teachers didnt excuse me from pe despite me having painful knees, even walking is quite a chore not to mention to even run! so whatever, even though they asked me to be hardy and said i hafta run, i just walked away from them and around the tracks i was suppose to run. at least they are kind enough to excuse me from anything that has to do with the knees touching the floor. and one of the pe teachers, miss wati, kept on calling me 'the pillow girl' because this morning, i was carrying my pillow wherever i went. nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was being terribly whiny during break. not like i can help it, but... its so not fair! &lt;strike&gt;even people like wan cheng seems to have better luck than me! =X&lt;/strike&gt; haha. i was just whiny and that was just an excuse for me being whiny. but it was fun tugging daryl's t-shirt so hard like its nobodys business. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was such a bright student during econs! answered almost all the stuffs that the teacher said correctly. teehee. oh and there was one scenario that got me so sianz. i happened to be looking outside, and one of the cute guys happened to be walking by my class, we caught each other eye, maintain eye contact for a while before he suddenly give me the eye and turn away.... after he did that, i was like 'what the hell' and immediately turn to my table and refuse to look out of the windows. not like he actually looked back in again, i think. wahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way to the lecture room, saw akira with 2 packets of famous amous and grace started chanting "famous amos famous amos famous amos....", and therefore we got a free packet of cookies for lecture. wheee~~~ lol. the gp lecturer was being ultra sarcastic as usual,to the people at the last few rows especially, not like i care or it actually concerns me. i was busy whining my misery towards a laughing grace. but it really was so demoralising! &lt;strike&gt;even people like wan cheng seems to have better luck than me! =X&lt;/strike&gt; waahahhaa. im just being mean i know. =P but i really do not understand even though grace's explanation was reasonable... its just not fair! *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i informed my home tutors that i was so not going for the sports heats at toa payoh stadium. instead i met up with abby, called up liyana, and we planned to go shopping! keke. thanks to abby's blur-ness, as usual, we went down the "slope" for nothing and had to walk all the way up again. as we were walking towards the bus stop, we saw a familiar figure waving frantically at us and we questioned each other who it was. apparently our guesses were right, and it was none other than hazzy. she didnt has a plan for today other than to skip the sports heat like us, so... she went along with us to queenstown! or should i say she actually directed us to there. haha. we spent at least 3 hours, including a short lunch break at mac, looking for a perfect pair of shoes for me. i was quite picky, as usual, went for one shop to the other, i just couldnt decide what i want cuz none of the shoes seemed to spell out who i am, nor does it really compliment me. they did help me choose a few but they were so feminine that even though the designs are simple and sophiscated like what i wanted, they didnt spell out my personality and just looking at them makes me feel uncomfortable. heh. then, we happened to went to a shop where a black adidas caught my eye, a little too plain and dull, but it shines out in a way that the previous shoes i tried didnt manage to. maybe because it is too black, unlike the rest of the white shoes, our school doesnt allow bright colourful shoes you see, so anyway, it did kind of caught my eye, but the shop didnt have my size. so we hunt on some other shops and finally we saw it. it was totally unexpected for just before that, at the very same shop, a pair of adidas shoes of white and gold caught my eye, it was exactly what i wanted, BUT, the front part was fugly... it looked like donald duck. so i went to the other side where hazzy was trying on some shoes and i was complaining and whining about not having that shoe when i turned around and saw that very pair of black shoes! you have no idea how both of us reacted when we saw it. hazzy asked if there was 5.5, and when the man was checking, abby, liyana and hazzy was praying very loudly that there was my size. haha. the shopkeeper was amused and i was there beaming and YES! they had my size. i immediately tried on and ladidadida~ it fit nicely. and in the mean time, abby and hazzy got themselves similar adidas tote [yes for once hazzy actually look good in a tote! wahahahahha.], li got herself an adidas sling which suits her totally and a black adidas water bottle. yes we love adidas, thank you very much =)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we parted several minutes after that, and i got to know that the heats were cancelled because it rained. thank god i didnt even bother to go or it would have been a complete waste of my precious time. a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the end of my happy shopping trip for my new pair of sport shoes. and hopefully, i will never fall as gracefully as the other time at taka, for it was so graceful that none of the rugby girls seem to want to forget that incident! do you know how embarrassing it was, my sayangs?! wahahahahaa. i wonder who's next.... *evil laughter* muahahahahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;050505&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with ninzie and kaili today.i was so happy. had been missing them tons, not to mention our bitching session. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was shown some pictures from a particular someone that got me damn shocked. i will call that person 'it'. i was expecting it to look chubby as people had been saying that it is growing fatter. and when i was show the picture of it, it looked so bloated i will just call it fugly. damn disgusting, like as though it got some kind of disease or something. its like i understand people do get fat, but not bloated! something must be terribly wrong. and i have been hearing rumours about the stuffs that it has been calling me. well hello, do you ever once realise that you had done all that you had been bitching about me, and in fact, you have done things way worst than that? by calling me a bitch and all to people who dont know me doesnt mean anything to me, it doesnt hurts one bit even knowing you are tarnishing my reputation to strangers. i admit i recently just did what you had been doing, and honestly, it will not benefit anyone in the end. it will just strain our friendship which now means nothing to me cuz it never had been. i have to honestly admit that i never once like you totally, for even though i said nothing, i knew what you have been doing behind my back all along. and well, ever since the breakup with wan arshad, id almost completely changed back to whom i use to be in lower secondary, just that im maturing day by day, and im not as terrible as i used to be. in other words, my reputation is still doing fine. but as for you, you are still the same, doing things that kids do. i admit i love to bitch, i have been bitching quite alot lately, but, do you dare to admit what you are up to lately? dont ever dare say that you are way better than me, cuz im not born bitchy, i turn bitchy after mixing around with people like you, i may be darn influential, but you are still the bitchier one. so shut your mouth up and reflect on yourself instead. you have no right to speak ill of me. especially when you are still my debtor, fugly pauper.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, about the entry of "mona". heh. pris was so weird. she asked lynnest why people, like me, are picking on and accusing her. she said she didnt did the stuffs i mentioned. but then again, i told no one who mona is and people who know who the person im talking about, without me telling them about who mona is, had not been reading my blog. i had not mentioned nor hinted about who mona is in my blog except for me listing down what mona had done. so the question is, why does pris think it is her? is it because she is the guilty of it after all? or was she just being paranoid? heh. go figure. words to a thought. and to the "whoami" in my tagboard, your stupid nick just showed your level of maturity, no one in my group has an intial that starts with "e" by the way. so stop asking stupid questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss tee's sarcasm makes me laugh. and maya keep on commenting that im darn spoilt... i know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate quite alot today. and looking at my growing stomach, i realise i look like a pregnant lady and its so not fair. its like when people put on weight, its always all over [even when "it" put on weight and became bloated, her whole body swell up together as well...], but yet when i put on weight, its always my tummy, then my face, and only then will it be my whole body. and sadly, i never get to see the 3rd phase, it always ends at the face, which is really sad. looks like crunches and running just wont help.. *sighz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 down, 2 half down and 1 more to go. and i have a feeling that by the end of this month, all will be down. yes, these infatuations. the last one standing straight is still going strong yet doesnt seems to be able to last long... &lt;br /&gt;yes. he is my current favourite eye candy. we know each other friends but never once spoke to each other before, all we did was stare at our friends who were chatting happily to one another, then stare at each other for a while before turning back to our friends again who are still chatting. and when our friends are not talking to each other and we are at separate tables, we play little mind games which are quite fun and got my heart skipping a beat at times, BUT.... i want more. i dont want to play little games, i want something better and much more exciting. and for the first time, i dont wanna make the first move. even though i got a great urge to just start it all, and even if im too shy to do so, there are my friends to help me out but the thing is, i dont want to make the first move. as uncool as it sounds, at least there is a reason behind it, and it is very much supported after all the lessons i had learnt from past experience. so yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese lesson was pretty interesting today, we mass chat all the way into family matters, fathers to be specific. how strict or lenient they are, how they pamper us... well you get the idea, as someone once said, fathers are always closer to their daughters while mothers are always closer to their sons. as lame as it sounds, if you were to actually be a little more observant, it does makes sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gp was free~~~ the teacher was not around so the class just entertain each other and time just flies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing special about ao maths just that the guy behind me, who looked like some ex-rss student yet always says hes not, well, he was quite noisy today. a little surprise for me for he is not those talkative type, at least thats how he looks like. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school met up with nina at bukit batok mrt station. i was so happy when i saw her. talked all our way to woodlands. while waiting for kaili she treat me mac's cone for i dont want to buy it cuz the price has increased in 25 cents. lol. we were being terribly mean, dissing at all the typical malays at mac, especially that young group of minah-wannabes right in front of us. i was laughing at them most of the time. especially when the way they react whenever a malay guy walked past them, damn stupid lo. wahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;and yes, we catched up with our usual gossips. damn, they are like the only ones whom i can bitched about everything to without fearing they will judge me. partly because they are doing the same thing i guess. keke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats about all i wanna say for today i guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111537992900050239?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111537992900050239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111537992900050239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;taken on gracie's ake syf while we were lining up for... foooooooooood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/343835%3A%3B23232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E2323852%3B37257ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty gebra given by gabby cutie =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/343835%3A%3B23232%7Ffp4%3Enu%3D323%3B%3E382%3E5%3A9%3EWSNRCG%3D3232943%3A46349nu0mrj"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again... keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/343835%3A%3B23232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E2323852%3B37259ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaq tai tai throwing an accurate hit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img sc="http://images.snapfish.com/343835%3A%3B23232%7Ffp46%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E2323852%3B3725%3Bot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ferx tai tai doing the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/343835%3A%3B23232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E2323852%3B37265ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poor knee =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/343835%3A%3B23232%7Ffp4%3Enu%3D323%3B%3E382%3E5%3A9%3EWSNRCG%3D3232943%3A46358nu0mrj"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free cd given by some seniors to promote their band. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/343835%3A%3B23232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E2323852%3B37269ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor knee being properly taken care of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/343835%3A%3B23232%7Ffp63%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E2323852%3B37273ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our pretty jersey which got everyone looking at us in envy. no im not boasting. its a fact =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/343835%3A%3B23232%7Ffp45%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E2323852%3B3%3C%3B5%3Bot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us at al-almeen =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/343835%3A%3B23232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E2323852%3B3%3C%3B64ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wawa and me. she claims she looks like my boyfriend next to me... so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/343835%3A%3B23232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E2323852%3B3%3C%3B66ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we posed like we belong to each other. wahahhaa. im one of her sayangs anyway... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/343835%3A%3B23232%7Ffp46%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E2323852%3B3%3C%3B68ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slutty me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/343835%3A%3B23232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E2323852%3B3%3C%3B72ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitchy me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/343835%3A%3B23232%7Ffp63%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E2323852%3B3%3C%3B77ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine. i admit. i am self-obsessed. but im just trying to decide which to put in my frendster. vote people. i dont go out looking like that btw. it just happens when boredom strikes. *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111513105055932976?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111513105055932976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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because i forgot to bring my handphone today doesnt give her the right to check my messages and delete them too. its so fucking rude. talk about respecting of people's privacy. and worst of all, she thinks that i do not have the right to be angry at her, instead she flared at me for being pissed at what she had done. how fair is that? such a simple rule, dont touch what does not belongs to you. is it so hard to follow? and then she throw her temper at me, threatening me with the usual shits and all. hello. do i look like i care? if it aint cuz she is my mother and i happened to give her the basic respect, why the hell should i even listen to her? i can just pack my bags and live with someone else since she is not going to be giving me my allowances and the basic needs i require, at least i dont have to put up with her and her mistreatments towards me. and most importantly, at least i wont be tha tired and i dont have to waste so much time travelling to and fro everyday. if only she can use her brains and put herself in my shoes instead of stubbornly believing that she has done no wrong all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note. we rugby girls went to have our first dinner together at al-almeen just now. jaq was "hated" by me cuz she has captured unle leong's heart. lol. you know im just playing right? =p&lt;br /&gt;rugby aint about training today, more of debriefing and discussion over our jerseys and all. was grateful that hazzy made my life easier when she officially announced that im excused from wednesdays training so that i can go for dance. thanks wawa! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the money matter about MI mart was exactly the way i suspected it. this proves im not paranoid, my 6th sense just happens to be darn accurate. heh. anyway, lets bitch about this matter. i shall call this person "mona", im nice enough to cover up her identity so no one will feel awkward you see. apparently, mona asked the other group members not to tell us the exact profit we earned just so they can keep a little of it before having us to distribute fairly. whilst in front of us, she acted like an innocent pig. thank god, the other group members are kind hearted enough to tell us the whole truth and the money got distributed fairly. not that fairly actually, cuz everyone thinks that mona does not deserve this amount of money. &lt;br /&gt;bottomline, shes a 2 headed snake. and it got everyone who knows about this matter darn disgusted at her. as karma has it, she is now shunned by many and her clique is decreasing in size. lesson learnt: bitching about your classmates behind their backs will bring you no where but loneliness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that... i still have painful knees...*whines* and i want my flower akira!!=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111512893775551793?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-7530596.post-111512834117153893</id><published>2005-05-03T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T21:52:21.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when boredom strikes, this will be what im doing. and well, below's entry was written on sunday... so read it as if it was 010505. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum has been getting on my nerves these days, i may sound disrespectful for saying this but i just cant help it! imagine having someone nagging into ears and blabbering about minor stuffs non stop into your ear 24/7, not to mention constanly picking on you over little mistakes that everyone does and judging about your friends too. yes, thats all irritating it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, on our way back home, there she was talking about how the money should not be share equally and complaining how the prices were too low. hello, its a flea market, if i was to sell them at higher prices, i might as well not even bring any stuffs in the first place. even my dad knows that the money should not be highly priced. and about the distributing of money, i am already darn stress about it as it will confirm be a 7 against 2 thingy. and even if we were to ask them to put themselves in our shoe, they will still not willingly agree to the money thingy. i really want to just pull in my parents and asked them to talk to the 7 peeps instead. i definitely have no mood to argue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just because of my menses, that thus cause me to be irritated real easily and screamed at people. grace witnessed the screaming over the phone part, which was quite embarrassing, but i was just so pissed off man, the anger just turned into screaming it out. ironically, although many people think im fierce, mr casanova just cant believe that i am. and when he kept on insisting that i dont looked like i will fight, and in a weird way, i dont like the sound of that, it made me seemed like a weakling in his eyes, and at that point of time, i just wish to punch right into his face to shut him up. even though he was being nice by helping me to carry my stuffs at the same time. that was how moody i was yesterday. although i thought it was because of my tiredness, i think it is cuz of my menses. so yea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at my body, i feel like i had just came back from a fight with scraped knees and elbows plus brusied arms and hips. thank god my face is only filled with a few growing pimples. i so need a facial.... the condition of my face is bad. not to mention my hair. i wonder wats wrong with it. as disgusting as it sounds, parts of dried hair scalp had been falling outta my head, looks like dandruff, but a magnified version of it. something is wrong with the shampoo i guess, it sucks. i feel ugly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i feel ugly, i dont feel confident, and when i dont feel confident, i feel down, and when i feel down, i get moody... and the list goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the same time, i feel both mentally and physically drained even after sleeping for at least 12 solid hours. i cant think and it hurts to move. i just want to lay down and watch tv, but the mother keep on insisting that i cleaned up my room. im so exhausted, i dont even know where to put the stuffs back to their rightful places. damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes this is such a ranting entry. just enjoy reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just reminded my sister how nasty i can be. it began when she was being rude, making fun of the songs that i listen to without realising that hers is no better, and worst of all, not wanting to admit she never wants to admit her mistakes and be proved wrong [not like im any better..but anyway] it just pissed me off totally. hate her arrogant attitude. just because no one around her dares to touch her cuz of my existence she starts to take things for granted, and just because she aint as ugly as she used to be and shes gaining popularity, she starts to stop being humble and becoming totally full of herself, only to be totally affected when people tries to put her down. so affected that she will only get over it after at least a week, where during the whole week she cant concerntrate in school at all. how stupid. anyway i purposely locked her out of her room because she pissed me off and refuse to hand over the keys to her room until she apologises. yes it may seem childish, but at least that will make her realise her status in this family, my &lt;b&gt;younger&lt;/b&gt; sister. and it works even though its only one of the minor nasty stuffs i do. actually i dont think nasty is the right word in this case, how about "evil"? *shrugs* heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum commented i had nice features but fugly skin. how nice yet demoralising at the same time. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id been drinking tonsa water since yesterday. felt like im totally dehyrated or its as if id not drunk any drop of water for days. was sipping slurpees, big gulps, lemonades, plain water, pina colada iced tea from coffee bean [my favourite after swedish berry tea =D] and more big gulps the whole of yesterday. as for today, 1/2 bottle of 7-up, 1/4 bottle of 100-plus, glasses of water and more glasses of water and i still feel dehydrated now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like sucha lazy puss today. hafta dumping everything into their rightful places, i dumped myself onto my parent's bed and had been watching television ever since. oh and having painful knees are sucha priviledge for even though it hurts, i get away from doing tonsa things that my mum asked me to do. all i had to do is to whine that i have painful knees. muahahaaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and apparently the dad happened to find out that i took his cable out yesterday. he was trying to be sarcastic and find words to scold me but i think my im-in-no-mood-to-do-anything-now attitude just made him unable to say anything. heh. i should do this often. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so random today too.. cant help it. just typing whatever that pops into my mind right now. i just feel like typing my heart out today. and thats why my entries are long most of the time gracie deary, and not cuz im too bored for my own good, or worst, a geek. keke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go for a massage session. the whole body aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;mum was disgusted when irvana kinda flashed her bikini shorts. she said that it brought a very bad reputation to us asians and warned me to never to do that. and i suddenly remembered of us rugby girls and the m1 tops in taka.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111512834117153893?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111512834117153893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111512834117153893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111512834117153893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111512834117153893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-boredom-strikes-this-will-be-what.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111488293713044595</id><published>2005-05-01T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T01:42:17.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so freaking tired now. thank god there is no school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with the girls this morning at burger king. almost got lost. dont ask why. and my menses came a week earlier... how nice. anyway had a light breakfast before strolling our way down to taka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first game started at 1045. almost could have scored a trial. totally hate myself for falling down there and then. yes, i fell 2 times while playing against pjc thanks to the shoe. i am so gonna buy a new one, even if my parents aint gonna "sponsor" me. therefore, i injured my knee, which until now,still has pus being formed. argh. sakit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the MI girls B played. and cheered for them. &lt;br /&gt;then the MI guys. they were quite good ah~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our second game with sp, thank god i didnt fall at all this time because i was wearing shar's shoe. gracie scored a trial which was so cool. and although we lost in both matches, at least we were not trashed. 5-0 against pjc and 6-1 against sp. and for those who are laughing at us, do you think you can play way better? when you had only begin training for 5 weeks only, while the rest of the teams had at least been training for a year? do you think you can actually prevent them from scoring less than 10? &lt;br /&gt;anyway, the MI girls B didnt win in the end also. but well, it was only a carnival, thats why its called "fun touch" and therefore none of us were really upset because the main reason for us going to this carnival was to gain experience which we definitely did. watching people play and playing it yourself are completely 2 different matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, while waiting for the the guys match to start at 4, we went into taka to had lunch togetha. and on our way, grace and me got gabriel to buy us gebra!! whee!! and the colour was so pretty! it was pinkish orange! darn pretty! and gabriel just bought them for us, and one more purple china rose for gracie cuz of her ake thingy. keke. but well, it got us both darn happy. so once again, thanks gabby!=D&lt;br /&gt;lunch was quite fun, learning the basic of tai tai lifestyle [touch's inside joke]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the guys played again and they qualify into the semi finals. so proud of them even though we didnt win in the end. had tai tai lessons while watching them play. wahhah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treated gracie pure vanilla from coffee bean before strolling our way to tanglin mall. i dont know exactly how much we earned in the end, but they claimed our profit was 300 plus, im not being bitchy, but i just hope they are not keeping the right amount from  us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for now, im absolutely tired, so tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111488293713044595?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111488293713044595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111488293713044595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111488293713044595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111488293713044595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-so-freaking-tired-now.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111478998561537166</id><published>2005-04-29T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T23:53:05.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been darn busy for the past few days man. Not to mention, being darn disappointed by some people too. It’s a class thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stressed myself out on Wednesday, almost break down, but no I didn’t. I did cry though, not for any particular reason but just because Alicia in our touch rugby can’t freaking play properly and thus slam hard onto my right rib cage and step on my right feet. She likes to slam herself onto people’s stomach as though she’s playing contact rugby instead. And the fact that she’s fat makes her an attacker’s nightmare. She is so going to kill someone some day. First victim of the day was Grace, got slammed right onto her whole rib-cage by that “Thai-boxer” Alicia, followed by a hard bang on her right shoulder by that Suzie. And the reason I called her THAT Suzie is simple. I don’t like her. But I will talk about her later on. Anyway, the second victim was me, the damaged that Alicia had done had been mentioned above, its sounds like nothing, but boy does it fucking hurts. Last victim of the day was Abby, got slam right onto her chest by Alicia, again. Yes this is how horribly terrible she is. I know it’s obvious that she is trying to prove herself, but she is trying too hard, so hard that she is injuring everybody and that is somehow frightening. Another one that fucked me up was Tee Hwee; she just totally pissed me off man. First of all, its already a basic hidden rule that what happened in the field should not be bring out of the field. Me being myself, of course I had many nicknames given by almost all my teammates, and no, I seriously don’t mind. But having someone who is constantly beside you, hurling all that nicknames on you can be totally insulting and irritating. Not to mention the fact that everyone has their limits in tolerating such shits, and yet having some people who does that 24/7, its really a miracle that all I did was yell at her to shut herself up. Oh come on, I’m not being petty here, but, would she actually likes it if I call her fatty bitch all the time? Think about it. That’s not all though. When you happened to be absent, isn’t it your very own responsibility to find out what you are missing out and so on? But no, she expects me to tell her every single thing about rugby. I may be the pre-u1s Hazzy’s liaison officer but that doesn’t mean I must inform you every single damn detail without you bothering to ask, and to think I was kind enough to tell her that we had meeting at a certain point of time, she actually yelled and flared at me? Hey. Listen. There is only so much more that I can take before I show you my temper, so don’t ever make me show it, I know you will regret it. Just ask my homies. I’m only tolerating all these on the account that we are going to be in the same class for 3 years. By the way, don’t ask me stupid questions next time like “we start rugby at 2 and will be having photo taking at 2:15, how?” for god sake, why can’t she use her damn brain to think and organize, no one organize my daily schedule except for yours truly so why the hell can’t she do it herself? Do I look like her mother who tells her what to do this and that? Damn. Sometimes the stupidity of some people is just too much for me to be able to accept.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was another stressful day, just that it was more stressful for Grace case. Honestly, both of us just can’t take it anymore. We had classmates who acted like total kids! I may be spoilt and whiny at times, but at least I am responsible enough and have common sense! As you can see, the school is having a MI mart thingy where all economics student will be selling stuffs so that we have a clearer idea of how setting up a mini business is like. Anyway, about three weeks before, my group had already discussed about who is responsible of a certain group of objects and all and the fact of how we should start bringing it. But what happened in the end? Only Grace and I brought tons of unwanted stuffs to school while the rest didn’t bring anything. And they actually have the cheek to confront us and tell us that we didn’t tell them to do or bring anything? Oh for god sake, don’t they have eyes to see? When one of your teammates starts bringing stuffs, isn’t it basic common sense that you can start bringing your items now? No. They just keep on pushing the blame to us saying that we didn’t tell them anything, but can’t they just start asking questions if they feel that something is not right? This is like basic common sense; must I actually spell it out for them? Not to mention how irresponsible the class is, they just push everything to Grace and I just because we are the class reps and assistant class reps. damn it. This class belongs to everyone, not just the both of us, so why are we the only ones, plus a few of some other kind souls, who is working so hard for the class. I swear that if everyone dare to not even appreciate a little of what we had been doing, I will just slap that person on the face and step down from being the class rep and let whoever who wants to take my place, and maybe by then, they will finally know how to put themselves in other people’s shoes. Only high point is the fact that many new friends were made during the house meeting. The girls are darn fun to play around with.  Oh, and the rumors I heard about IJC has been absolutely juicy! And Gabby got a black eye! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was slightly better; at least the members did something. However, they are being absolutely unfair. I had brought 2 large plastic bags full of unwanted clothes, one big Von Dutch bag filled with books, 9 CDs, another large plastic bag filled with bags and belts, 2 bags of plastic bags, 2 makeup stuffs and a box of puzzles, while Grace had brought 1 large plastic bag filled with unwanted clothes, 1 large plastic bag filled with unwanted soft toys, another large plastic bag filled with bags, some books and 18 CDs and not to forget the test tubes and mugs. Last but not least, Priscillia brought a plastic bag filled with clothes, another one with bags, 6 storybooks and some soft toys, I think. Lets talk about what the rest of the other group members had brought. Rizal brought nothing as far as I am concerned. Daryl only bought 4 small pathetic bottles of stars. Shaiful brought soft toys that can only fill an average plastic bag. Adeline brought quite a big plastic bag filled with soft toys. Wei Yew bought nothing. Tee Hwee only bought some test tubes. So, by reading all these, may I know who contributed the most? It’s obviously Grace and me, followed by Pris. And yes, in the beginning, we did agree on the fact that the profits will be equally shared but only because we thought everyone will contribute fairly. And what happened in the end? Isn’t it right that Grace and me should claim the most profits followed by Pris? We are not being calculative; it is just basic common sense and fairness, if you don’t even contribute half as much, why should you be allowed to benefit? Its not like we will not give you part of what we earn, we are just not going to give you exactly what we earn because you people just do not deserve it. Giving you 30 bucks for just sitting there and selling things for 5 hours is like already good enough, I bet you will not even get half as much if you work in long john or places like that, so stop complaining. You people are just being plain selfish, thinking that you people are right and so on, when you are so wrong. I can’t deny the fact that you all did contribute quite a lot for the mugs and test tubes and that’s why the profits of those stuffs will be contributed fairly among those who deserve it. If you don’t get the amount of money you think you deserve, then maybe instead of complaining and bitching about how “stingy” we are, you people should just reflect on what you had done to deserve so little money. I really just don’t understand what a person is thinking at times. On the brighter note, I got Akira and Gabriel to buy me flowers. Haha. Don’t ask why or how, it just happened. Oh and I managed to tackle Akira in the middle of the canteen, chased after him from canteen to parade square and back to canteen again before pinching his “nie nie” when he was unaware of it. It sounds nothing to you, but for a very tall guy like him, it is something in a way. Haha. We had rugby today to train for tomorrow match. Kind of stress out because of this, but nevermind if we lose, we are just going in to gain experience. “Uncle Leong” came so late today, we girls had already finished our training, and therefore, he had no choice but to wait until we take our own sweet time to bathe before teaching us some strategy. I may sound bad but I was on the verge of falling asleep, not because of the fact that he is boring, but because I was feeling darn sleepy. After his “teachings”, we headed down to ACJC to watch the rugby guys play and we girls learnt a lesson from it. The girls from ACJC were darn bitchy, they were just watching the match, not even part of the team in any way, and they were like “Oh ACJC is definitely going to trash MI” in front of our very faces. Its like “Hello, you are not even playing so what right do you have to try to put us down just like that. So what if it’s the truth, does that mean you forget the basic rules of not being rude? Or is it that after studying for so long and being so smart, you have completely forgotten your manners? And if that’s the case, I seriously pity you people.”  Anyway, going to have lunch/dinner/supper with the rugby girls and guys before heading down to the MI mart thingy with Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s about all the shits that have been happening this week. I may sound nasty, bitchy, mean, whatever~ in this entry and I’m sorry if it is too harsh for you guys to accept it. But. I’m just stating the facts and being completely honest about what I feel. At least it is better than backstabbing you and pretending that everything is ok when we are together, in other words, being a hypocrite. I did reflect on my attitude towards the people I was ranting about and I just feel that I had done nothing wrong for what I had mentioned above. After all isn’t it the truth? Didn’t it actually happen? I admit, I do not have the balls to list out exactly what I had done right on your faces, firstly, because I tend to forget what I want to say, secondly, I tend to stumble upon my words all the time, last but not least, what is the point of telling you all those stuffs when all you people will do is just to try to defend yourself, not willing to admit you are in the wrong, and worst of all, push all the blame to Grace and me? We are definitely sick of it, sick of seeing how you guys can’t reflect on what you had done but yet be against us. That is like so immature? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I so love the rugby girls, minusing Suzie and Alicia. I’m not being mean, I'm just being honest with my feelings. Have had fun playing around with them, they are so nice. Hehe. Not to mention the rugby guys. Especially laughing at Zhi Wei’s hand. Haha. That’s all for today. 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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-7530596.post-111443541394661857</id><published>2005-04-25T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:23:33.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is sucha bloody hot humid day. i almost drowned myself with my own sweat. fucking hate this kinda weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a lil field trip during management. that was basically the best period of today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs yeo got rizal and i stunned when she asked us to stop flirting just because i was scolding rizal for always accidentally taking my stuffs back home without realizing it... haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept during econs.was like damn tired after pe n short lil rugby trainin, not to 4get the moring walk across the causeway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. had short lil rugby trainin wit haz, li and abby. finally know why i cant throw the ball properly. we were all cheering when we finally know why. thanks to akira for observing! hehe. oh ya. i chase him around the field when he made fun of me. yes short lil me chasing a tall basketballer, and i manage to catch him! wheee~~~ lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rugby at 4 tml n 2 on wed. take note ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off 4 hmwk~ tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111443541394661857?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111443541394661857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111443541394661857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111443541394661857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111443541394661857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/04/today-is-sucha-bloody-hot-humid-day.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111434842357578824</id><published>2005-04-24T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T22:09:03.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picchas~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;taken on wednesday. when boredom strikes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437576323232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B64%3C739ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracie and me during english lecture. we were so bored that maya helped us with our hair, yes, cornrows tied by maya. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437579923232%7Ffp46%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B66%3A44%3Bot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437579923232%7Ffp46%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B66%3A456ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437583523232%7Ffp64%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B677247ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me looking ridiculously stupid. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437583523232%7Ffp46%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B67724%3Bot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracie dear and me. i like this pic=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;these are taken on friday... except for the first one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437576323232%7Ffp63%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B64%3C73%3Aot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi rugby guys being briefed in the game at yjc. they rocks. totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437576323232%7Ffp64%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B64%3C745ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abby and li. rugbymates. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437576323232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B64%3C747ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yjc rugby guys and their ultra tight jerseys. so tight that lumps of fats cant be seen. totally a fashion crime. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437576323232%7Ffp64%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B64%3C749ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi guys doin warmups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437576323232%7Ffp46%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B64%3C752ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437576323232%7Ffp64%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B64%3C755ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the guys being taped by our coach, hazzy. love her tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437576323232%7Ffp63%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B64%3C758ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saha sweetie with a cutie behind him. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;these are taken before jeslin had left us....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437576323232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B658%3B75ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maya and i. our usual self. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437576323232%7Ffp63%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B658%3B76ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rizal and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437576323232%7Ffp46%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B658%3B78ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracie dear.me.rizal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437576323232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B658%3B7%3Aot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls and their sugar daddy! keke. [missing in picture:pris]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437576323232%7Ffp45%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B658%3B7%3Bot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rizal and shaiful. [shaiful step mat. lol]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437576323232%7Ffp64%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B658%3B83ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our clique. =D [missing in picture:pris]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437576323232%7Ffp45%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B658%3B84ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeslin.gracie.sugar daddy, daryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437576323232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B65%3A93%3Bot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rizal holding gracie's mug.me holding my pretty gebra that sugar daddy gave =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437576323232%7Ffp64%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B65%3A943ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we girls =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437576323232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B65%3A944ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maya and me trying to make rizal look like a casanova. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;these are taken during our cip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437583523232%7Ffp63%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B677253ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 of us. taken while waitin 4 e bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437579923232%7Ffp46%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B65%3A7%3A3ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O5C2!! wheee. one big happy family! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437579923232%7Ffp4%3Enu%3D323%3B%3E382%3E5%3A9%3EWSNRCG%3D323292%3C579549nu0mrj" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437579923232%7Ffp45%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B66%3A45%3Bot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437579923232%7Ffp46%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B65%3A7%3A7ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls during our first break. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437579923232%7Ffp64%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B65%3A7%3A9ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again. this time with rizal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437579923232%7Ffp46%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B65%3A7%3B2ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs teo, our co-home tutor on the left, and miss yap, our home tutors on the right. they rock man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437579923232%7Ffp64%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B65%3A7%3B3ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayu.lynnest.pris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437579923232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B65%3A7%3B4ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posed. me kissing rizal. keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437579923232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B65%3A7%3B6ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dayana and me. disgustin i know. posed. go figure. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437579923232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B65%3A7%3B9ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaiful and rizal. posed. licking each other. wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437579923232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B65%3A7%3B%3Aot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posed. again. its obvious what we are doing la. keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3437579923232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232383%3B65%3A7%3B%3Bot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another posed one in kfc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and thats all for today.&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111426475400161604</id><published>2005-04-23T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T21:59:14.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we had e cip thingy today. quite fun la. intially, it was boring tho, esp when they were givin us a tok. and we hafta wait 4 e bus 2 cum 4 so long, e sch entertained us by playing "phua chu kang". haha. and maya was making us laugh with her "stories"..lol! oh and before i 4got, grace n i fought lik lil kids during assembly today... again. haha. miss yap was trying to break us apart cuz she know we were just playing. keke. &lt;br /&gt;anyway i only had 4 levels to go to, so leorick and i finished in less than 45mins.&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to help lynnest pris n jiayu. leorick had been darn helpful, true gentleman 2 us gers. =)&lt;br /&gt;we finally finished in an hour time. saw shaiful pushing grace on the trolley. haha. then saw tee hwee, adeline and sugar daddy. so i hopped onto sugar daddy's back and made him piggy back me. twice. lol. and i ended up having a wet blouse cuz he was actually sweating all over. wahaha. then i hopped onto the trolley where grace was at and shaiful started pushing us. it was darn fun and we were practically screaming, making a fool outta ourselves. but it was fun keke. &lt;br /&gt;everyone had a short break after that. and my block hafta do 2nd round. so we did, this time with sugar daddy, teehwee and adeline. we were playing our way up, and sugar daddy piggy backed me [again] all the way down. sugar daddy was nice, he kept on asking teehwee if i "zhao gen" cuz he scared i was. so yup. &lt;br /&gt;then we all, along with rizal, weiyew and meileng lepak at the block for awhile. and teehwee started playing around with sugar daddy's hair by wrapping his towel around his head and he looked so gay!!!!! lol!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;and we took tonsa pictures today. thrice before we started, a few more during the process, and alot more during the last break. we were like doing kissing poses and had our tongue stick out as tho we wana lick each other in front of our home and co-home tutors and the elderlys around there too. lol! the teachers didnt know what to say but to shake their heads and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;finally, the whole thing was over and on our way to the bustop, shaiful piggbacked gracie, and rizal piggybacked me. and they decided to have a race to see who will win first. and we won!!!! cuz rizal did short cut! lol. funny sia.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at kfc with maya,grace,rizal,shaiful,dayana,jannah and weiyew. it was great =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with liyana after that, and we took the shuttle bus from clementi to turf city to watch touch rugby as we were asked to. it was a good exposure for us,got a clearer idea of what its all about, and we got to see them play it darn well. spent our last 45minutes looking at the guys playing touch. most of them are caucasians... heh. impressing.... haz, lays, li and me were gossiping, planning and all. no regrets for going there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with xinyu and xinchi at city square. went to get my hair tied in one of the saloons. recieved alot of stares from "suaku" passerbys. *roll eyes* the guys in the saloon were cute. one of them keep calling me a lil ger jus cuz im 5 yrs younger than he is. wth. keke.&lt;br /&gt;we did some window shopping, the mat kacau-ed us cuz xinchi was carrying a skateboard. although it was spoken in malay, we figured out what it was and had a good laugh with them. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum was nice, she bought me ma fave food 4 dinner today. lucky me... keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sori 4 typing so many short-forms 2nite. im darn tired. so tts al 4 today. nitez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111417543094556887</id><published>2005-04-22T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T21:10:30.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we went to yjc to watched the rugby guys played just now. its like damn shiok maN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. nothing special during lessons today, and as the very usual, gp was hilariously funny.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if anyone actually stayed to paint the front wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had touch after school at 1pm. yes. when the sun is freaking hot. but we dont care. 2 new members, tutz n shaz. =) training ended at 2:30 something... n we all went to bathe. &lt;br /&gt;damn it felt freaking great when the water hit my skin. felt so cool after that. girls talk in the shower. lol. we were hurried by haz cuz the guys are leaving.&lt;br /&gt;yup. we were concern about when they are leaving cuz being the touch girls, we are indirectly connected to the contact guys. and therefore, having 10 empty seats left, its us girls who had the priviledge to take the bus ride with them. anyway. in the bus, it was damn quiet cuz the guys need that quiet moment to visualize and relax themselves. and although we girls aint playin, we felt nervous and tense for them. &lt;br /&gt;we reached there at around 3 plus, so we girls were like kinda lepaking at the side and watching the mi and yjc guys prepare themselves. at least we manage to finalise our shirt's colour. keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 430++...&lt;br /&gt;the match finally started. was shocked at first. expected it to be violent but not thaaaat violent. so was like oohing and aahing for them. and you have no idea how hati sakit we felt when yjc scored first.&lt;br /&gt;but....!&lt;br /&gt;the mi guys were like darn cool. i was so impressed with the way they played and all. bottomline, we scored 15 while yjc scored 5. mi rugby rocks ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a scene was created among the homies in the bus interchange. shall not elaborate on it. &lt;br /&gt;was darn pampered in the bus cuz darling wenyin massaged my head and neck. it felt so great i was on the verge of falling into a deeeep sleep. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cip tml. and after that we gonna watch haz n lays play touch tml at turf city. &lt;br /&gt;oh and xinyu had to help me meet and take some stuffs from some jerk who is like darn rude. detest him to the core. he totally spoilt my day today. motherfucker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today. im darn tired. so yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111417543094556887?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111417543094556887/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>hmmz... this morning i was &lt;strong&gt;almost&lt;/strong&gt; late cuz mr hardi missed his 1st bus... we were crossing our fingers and toes, hoping we wun be late. and thank god we werent. &lt;br /&gt;i saw his gf! so cute!!! keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual.management lecture was a bore. spent the 2 periods doin maths and eating pie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break was kinda a bitch. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing special happened during chinese. as usual also... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was alright la. nothin special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gp was darn hilarious. or maybe i should use the word 'comical'. mdm z blend very well into our class wall cuz she was wearing peach today. we were talking nonsense during gp as usual. when suddenly there was a pungent smell. at first i thought rizal farted, so i was giving rizal the weird look. and rizal thought i farted and gave me the weird look too. then the smell got heavier and we burst out shouting about how stink it was. by then, the whole class has already been filled with the pungent smelling air, we started spraying the whole class with gracie's perfume, choking the class [the teacher especially] even more but manage to overcome the smell for a few seconds only. finally we realised that they were people extracting sewage.... we immediately evacuated the class and realised that the class below us had done the same too, and so we were laughing at each other, and laughing even more at the class right beside us who didnt evacuate but continue putting up with the smell and studying. when the teacher went inside to write something, we acted as though she was playing fear factor. realising the lesson was about to end and that she got some unfinished buisness with us. we had gp lesson outside the class with everyone sitting... our class outing. wahahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aomaths was alright. im doing fine with no help needed. proud of maself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is gonna be so fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hafta attend another family dinner lata on. sianz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. mona and lisa are gettin worst. disappointin. lisa esp. i cant stan her!!! y put me wit her!!! oh gosh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111408129454421123?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111408129454421123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111408129454421123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111408129454421123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111408129454421123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/04/hmmz.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111400683491541738</id><published>2005-04-20T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T22:20:34.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today should be labelled the excercise day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, because apparently the daddy is in indonesia now and since mum dun wana fetch cuz dad asked her not to, i hafta take the public bus. but as you people should know by now, the people in the singapore immigration is too protective and likes to make things difficult for us. therefore, there is &lt;strong&gt;alwaz&lt;/strong&gt; a traffic jam every single morning. and you cant possibly ask me to wait in the bus until i reach singapore custom because although the causeway aint long, the traffic jam is, and you cant expect me to wait at least half hour in the bus just to sit all the way to singapore custom. therefore, i have no choice, but to walk in a quick pace to the custom. and no, im not making a bias point of view, just look at the attitude of the people in the immigration and you will know what i mean, its like those people have no respect for you cuz they are the ones who "makes the decision" of whether you can go to the "other side" and so, if they happen to be the real nasty ones, good day then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before i forget, mum and i pissed each other off, totally, this morning. she was rushing me [something which i hate! how many times muz i say that?!] and i got even slower cuz she rushed me. so yea... i realize im not a morning person btw. i get agitated real easily in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we have one and half hour of pe. which was like total madness, cuz we hafta run 2.4, and before that, a 300m run for 1 minute which thank god i made it, and way before that was 3 rounds around the tennis plus basketball court. its a miracle i survive the "ordeal". &lt;br /&gt;bath after that. you cant expect me to not bath after running like fuck right? i was like sweating like one big ice cube melting under the hot sun. anyway. the water damn strong sia, it felt as though something sharp keep on hitting my back. but it does feels good after that.. felt so clean and fresh... and of course! fragrant... keke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during break, maya showed me the pictures she took of the guys in our clique, 1/2naked. woohooo! sexy sia. why wasnt i there?!!! *wails* [i was stil bathing u c..] anyway i kinda caused iskandar to be scolded by the makcik in one of the stalls just now. sorry dude!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs was the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maya plaited gracies' and my hair during gp lecture. so pretty! but a bit messy la, cuz the hair was like quite dry and all... but nice. keke.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ht... argh! im suppose 2 love home tutor period the most.. but not today. 1st of al somethin happened 2 maya la... then after that, we hafta change places. at first i was very satisfied with the sitting arrangement, even though it aint like the first one. but then, adeline said she couldnt see, and so the teacher asked if she wanted to sit beside shaiful. and i kept on poking her back asking her to say no... cuz the reason is simple. if she moved there, then the person sitting that place will hafta move beside me... and the person was none other than the "best friend" 'lisa'... so when she actually said yes. i was speechless. maya and grace immediately started teasing me... and i was like complaining.. "cher! im not satisfied. at least give me a guy beside me to make me happy" and so she did. now im in between 'lisa' and brother rizal. but im still not 100% happy la... like it was sooo suayy lo!! too suay already. the class got so many girls, yet i still ended up with her... *covers face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, got... rugby!! wheee. oh ya! our rugby guys scored 14-0 against hwachong yesterday.. so proud of em!!! we are gonna watch another one on friday. this time against yjc. and hopefully, the venue wun change, so that i can make it. =) anyway. back to today's training. we had some of the guys training and coaching us. we played the game. ultra fun. i scored 2 times!! wheee~ so happy lo! keke. gab didnt seem happy though, he claimed its nothing... but its obvious that theres something wrong... back to training again. got kinda closer to one of the senior, lays [?! duno her real spelling. paiseh] cuz we can click togetha. actually it was she who mentioned it... hehe. so yea. aiya bottomline. training was darn fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with the family and the relatives from my mother side. yup. the one whos came down to "check" on us. anyway. im just relieved that i didnt disappoint or embarrass her just now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least... i just realised that after spending almost half the day in the hot sun today. my whole body got a lil tan. but the best tanned one was... my nose. nice-ness. it was so unexpected, now i got a nose in a tone darker than the other part of my body... cheee.... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im drop dead tired,tts al 4 today. bubye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111400683491541738?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111400683491541738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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how today has been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i felt so pampered this morning, cuz despite the fact that the father has to board a plane this afternoon and hes tired, he woke up in the morning, just to sent me to school before heading back to malaysia again. so nice right? hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iskandar reminds me of a lil child today. why? well, grace and i were heading down to have our usual morning assembly thingy, then iskandar's backview happened to caught my eye. the next thing i immediately notice was his collar. he didnt fold it properly... it was like the front part was folded nicely down, but the back part was not. it was standing up straight, and so its a duh~ thing that he forgot to fold it down i guess, so i went over to help him fold it down naturally. and thats why i say he reminds me of a lil boy. keke. cuteness.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;pris was &lt;strong&gt;ultra&lt;/strong&gt; blur today, and yes i may sound mean, but i almost freaked out cuz of that. cuz she was like blur until a very very large extent that even after repeating twice, she still doesnt get it. and for an impatient someone like yours truly, i dont like to repeat myself. i never seen her in sucha blur state before, she seemed so distracted, and yes, i did know why, it just leads to the usual problem that couples have. haiz. pris ah pris... just know that we are all here for you. cuz no matter what happens its always the friends that last longer. im not cursing you or anything, but well, you know what i mean ya? so dont think too much, its not worth it. trust me. really. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gabriel has a new hairstyle btw. its was like so cute!!!! but he lost his elfish looks liao. wahahahaha. yesterday when i read his blog, i thought it was nothing much. but then this morning when i saw the hair, i burst out laughing. lol. maya called him the ninja turtle... all he lack was the bagpack. hehe. cmon gab you know im just playin. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lime green colour marker is officially lost today. im not gonna pin point anyone for taking it, its just my luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays lessons were all a bore, but thank god we knew how to entertain ourselves. we were lucky that during the 2nd period of management, we got to watch the apprentice, and thus the lesson was not a drag.&lt;br /&gt;break was interesting. the chinese stall's sotong was yummilicious! i kept on eating teck wee's cuz i was eating from another stall. with her permission of course.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not elaborate about the chinese lesson, i just dont understand why chinese teachers are always so weird. especially their temper. one minute they are smiling, the next they are not. like what the hell~ but i was lucky that she didnt flare at me when i misplaced my worksheet today.&lt;br /&gt;poa was the usual. but thats also when grace and i went to the toilet. and i did something stupid out of my rashness. i cut my frindge. its no big deal to people who have seen me with short frindge before, yet somehow, it didnt look the same as before. it makes me look silly. =S&lt;br /&gt;econ was about casino. but having the nice teacher we had... it was more than just casino. and oh, i failed my first econs test. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;lunch was like a massive sharing food session. fun though. &lt;br /&gt;and last but not least ao maths. although its like one and a half hour. its like the lesson that ends the fastest cuz we were always rushing throughout. time just pass as fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt went for the rugby match cuz the venue was changed to somewhere at farrer road. and that is considered quite far from our school. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama fetched me home today. groove to the music in the radio. and then the song "do something" by britney spears was played. so being the hyper me, i was like being hyper la and i turned to my mum and said "ma, this song very hot hor" then my mum smiled and said that she like the song cuz it makes her wana shake, and then it was way better than the hiphop songs that are often played. the only person that disagreed was my sister. but whatever~ funky mum i have. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum's relatives, the bad ones who like to bitch, are coming down for a visit tomorrow. or should i say to "inspect" our wellbeing. im now forced to tidy up my room so they wont have the chance to bitch about us. like what the hell. and the sad thing is, shes not giving me any special benefits for being sucha darl.... keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today. homework... here i come... ladidadida~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111391006389142987?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111391006389142987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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gonna go to hwa chong to support the guys who are gonna play contact-rugby tml. wheee~ i love the rugby guys, at least the guys i have known so far la... cuz they are ultra nice and friendly =) oh and hopefully, i get to see my cousins at hwa chong tml, yup the genius twins... keke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, other than the cute sadistic dm, the school has even cuter and even more sadistic physical education teachers. teachers who pushed as beyond our limits and had us doing suntanning. but somehow, being sadistic in a way, i enjoyed these tortures. cuz whenever im doin them, i know they are somehow helping to shape my body. so whilst some other whinny babies are there complainin, im enjoying... im not boasting about how i can tolerate the pain, im just bloggin about how i enjoy it... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open book test for econs today. but that didnt help. the questions are just downright confusing. accounts test was weird.&lt;br /&gt;management was cool... did the survey... im bodily intelligent... teeheee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home was ultra fun as usual. felt sad that i cun stay long with lexine. but wit xinchi n gang, was lik hyper la. made a fool out of maself, as usual. but it was fun ok? i even got a band.. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gettin mad. im off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111383055531860019?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111383055531860019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111383055531860019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111383055531860019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111383055531860019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/04/tomorrow-we-touch-rugby-girls-are.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111375261076550946</id><published>2005-04-17T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:45:23.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>channel 5 seems to be showing footages or stories about world war 2 every weekend... and it never fails to make me cry. be it touching or tragic, it just breaks my heart. todays' was dedicated to the nurses that saved lives during the war in pearl harbour. about how they still have hope despite facing death everyday, about how they have dreams about what their future will be, about how they love, and.. about how they died. true angels they are, they deserve to be remembered. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.its abit weird to feel sudden hatred when i flipped at old pictures and chance upon my recent ex. not like i can help it, it just happened. guess its cuz of the fact that i finally know the truth of what the hell really happened, and to think that he still has the cheek to actually try to pester me and do sweet talks after that makes me just wanna spit at his face to let him know that he so does not deserve to be in any part of my life. be it the past, the memory, whatever. a playboy like him does not even deserve to be love in the first place, cuz he will not appreciate it. hes a kid you see, and it delights me to know the fact that the curse that i once said right at his face is happening to him in real life now. all i need is for the 2nd curse to work, something which i never get a chance to say it to him, and i will be damn satisfied. im evil, so what. sue me. many a times have I plotted revenge against a person. Nevertheless, i know its wrong. is revenge sweet? or will it just lead to something that you will regret for the rest of your life? making you unable to look at that person in the eye knowing for a fact that you have made him miserable. honestly. i dont care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;although like what sara said, being with him was an eye opener for me cuz i realize alot of thing that the stubborn me never did want to know, so somehow, its kinda a blessing in disguise, a valuable lesson learnt despite being bring down to great humiliation. thank goodness life gave me a new chance to change myself by putting me in a totally new environment with only 2 other person from my previous secondary school which has no significance in my life cuz i RARELY talk to them unless theres a real need to. bottomline, its a chance for me to start everything afresh, and i will make full use of it and appreciate it. trust me. &lt;br /&gt;i have my own ways to deal with the cold, cruel world. thank you, but no, putting me down and making me feel bad is not a way to make me sit up and realise that I need to be stronger. all of us, being human, have our fears. one size does not fit all. we all have to learn. kids realise that they should not jump from high places when they fall, hurt themselves and receive a scab as a painful reminder. just like kids, things make a bigger impact on us when we deal with it ourselves. leave me to do my own thing and let me lead life the way I choose to lead it. just like i have done to you ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the daddy had been quite selfish for the past few days to take complete control of the internet 24/7. even after mum told him i need to use it to complete my econs essay. and if you are wondering, since that is the reason, why am i online? simple, i pull the plug off and put mine in for a short while. thats why. although that still doesnt gives me time to do my research. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. thats all for today. tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111375261076550946?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111375261076550946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111375261076550946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111375261076550946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111375261076550946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/04/channel-5-seems-to-be-showing-footages.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111366566761629572</id><published>2005-04-15T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T23:34:27.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*coughs* damn its so irritating, when you dont wish to cough and yet whenever you try to prevent yourself from coughing, you will feel as though something is tickling your throat and you just cant help it but cough and the whole stomach seems to be doing some sort of exercise whenever you cough. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, these was taken at the spore poly s-cube thingy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da37b3127cce911492de49ba00000016108AYuGrFo2bN0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da37b3127cce911492ddc88900000016108AYuGrFo2bN0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the class just got blacklisted cuz we cheered for sugar daddy when he lead the pledge to the rest of the late comers and unfortunately, the principal saw it. ya i know, it sounds immature, but we were just being playful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we celebrated for the april bday people today. with a nice chocolate cake. pictures are taken by maya. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da37b3127cce911492dbc88f00000016108AYuGrFo2bN0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da37b3127cce911492c3c89700000016108AYuGrFo2bN0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da37b3127cce911492b5c8e100000016108AYuGrFo2bN0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poa, there was someone who came to video-cam us. and when mrs teo told us that, practically almost everyone went to the toilet to tidy themselves up before coming back and paying full attention. and so, the 3 lil pigs, aka shaiful,daryl and rizal were like so attention seeking. they keep on making noises cuz whenever they do that, the video cam will focus on them. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss yap was so sweet during econs lesson cuz i was like complaining that i was hungry and i was gonna get gastric soon. and she placed a chocolate on my table for me to eat. so nice right? shes like super great man. the best home tutor aka form teacher i ever have. really. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;tonsa gossiping during break time. damn, did i ever tell you that i love the environment of the school? its like the whole place was so peaceful, and we were like sitting at the canteen, enjoying the quietness, not exactly pin-drop quiet but still quiet, and just letting all the unhappy shits out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gp was full of lame crappy jokes as usual. so lets not elaborate about it, or it will be no difference from me keeping on repeating myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, from about 15 people who actually volunteered to stay and help out in the spring cleaning and painting of class. in the end, only 6 turned up. and 2 of them had left by the time we bought the pain and went back to class. i wont blame the muslims cuz they have the seminar thingy. but then, the rest? its like a class thing and no one seemed to turn up, although some of them do have valid reasons to excused themselves. anyway, was thankful to weiyew cuz he helped out in it so much that he almost got detention for being late for his c maths. dayana had to leave for bowling but she did help out a little. so in the end, there was only grace, shaiful and me. so we were like using masking tape to create the stripes and playing with the paint. then shaiful had to go to find some teacher, leaving us two pampered girls who had never paint a single wall in their entire life to paint the walls. so heck, we started painting, and then grace had to go for angklung, leaving me alone. so you can like say that for 1/2 hour, i painted like 1/4 of the class alone. the only company is the sounds of the malay instruments being played in the class beside. the rhythmn keep on repeating yet it seemed to have a calming effect on me. i was listening to the beatings of the "drum" like im so used to it, you can say i was lost in my own world with those beats. anyway, when shaiful finally came back, the work was obviously done in a quicker pace. then our co-home tutor, mrs teo, dropped by to see how we were doing. she was quite shock of our colour combination, cuz honestly its like a nursery with very cheerful yet dreamy colours. but, it does makes one happy with it, cuz it is so childlike after all. creamy pink and creamy orange. hehe. the guys went along with it cuz they got no choice, theres only 4 guys in our class anyway. so yup. they know that no matter how they protest, they will lose. keke. mrs teo helped us with the painting, with a high risk of getting pain on her shirt. miss yap was so generous, she paid $100 for this whole thing and she didnt complain one bit. you have no idea how greatful yet guilty we feel. anyway, grace, rizal and shaiful gonna come back to finish up the class tomorrow. hopefully it will be all done by then =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. im sucha spendthrift! i only went to causeway point for 20 minutes and i had already spent about $33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up with xinchi and we went to custom. before going to the custom, we intended to buy some food. and some innova people at macdonalds, which i dont know were bloody rude. doing the "squeak" sound and expect me to go there? in your dreams man. i didnt went over there. like duh~ *rolls eyes* did i mention they were those typical malays? ya, the step minah and mat type. wth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the custom, was talking to xinchi they all when lingxin came and told me md got bronze. although i did know it earlier, cuz alina smsed to told me, and i actually didnt really mind cuz we got that the other time. but, when lingxin told me about it and she started crying. i almost cried along with her. and for those who know me, i dont cry cuz others cry, but for today, i just cant help it. my eyes were already filled with tears, but somehow i managed to prevent them from falling. when she told me how hard she had practiced and how bad she felt, i felt upset. and when she told me that jenny actually cried, my heart felt like breaking. imagine, your dance instructor actually cried, someone who looks strong and is always so cheerful. its like no one actually imagined md will get bronze, everyone had seen how hard they had been practising, and how beautiful the dance was, and for once, they are dancing at the same timing... everyone expected at least a silver. but the judges who most propably are blind or have their pockets full of bribed cash, chose to give md a bronze. hello, md do deserve better than that, especially when they only had one month to learn it and they can do great. wth. i wished i was present when cessaline was asking about the results, even she couldnt believe it, she was like asking if they were wrong and all. this totally sucks. but nonetheless, girls, you all did well, you should know that you had tried your best and even though its unfair, just know that everyone who had seen the dance know that you all did better than that. ya? so dont be upset anymore ya? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a fight in the bus today. no. it has absolutely nothing to do with me, although i kinda longed to be dragged into it. lol. anyway, theres this new group of clique being formed in the bus, the ones under fabian, in other words, the ah lians la... and no! im not one of them, i belong to the homies group. anyway. one of them, called meiqi, was being irritating la, and that pissed a guy of. the guy [not in my homies btw!] poured water at her and punched her head. and the girl actually still dare to smile. lol! aiya i dont know exactly what happened la. i only know that the fight started from malaysia custom all the way to the place where we change buses. and when i finally realize there was a fight brewing all these while, i complained loudly asking why i wasnt involve cuz its been a long time since id fight. keke. and guess what one of the primary naughty boys said to me? haha, he said "ah i remember you! you are a very good fighter! last year you fight with weishen [ a primary monkey guy who has no respect for his seniors and fights like one, worst of all, he actually dared to try to flirt with my sis. like, wth.disguting monkey] until he cry. you power sia! " lol. it was totally unexpected of him to say that la, cuz i somemore quarreled with him last year. haha. but you know, primary kids, always like to get into your good books for a particular reason left unknown. so ya, he was being extra helpful and careful with my bag just now, along with cute lil beri. [?!] beri is like the most mischevious boy in the bus, always getting into trouble, yet he listens to me. as in 99% listen to me. the 1% is when hes with his indian peers who are like way outta control. so yea. beri was trying to be helpful too. and cuz i know hes so cute and adorable despite being extremely naughty. i took a picture with him. keke =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="   http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da37b3127cce91149384097800000016108AYuGrFo2bN0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da37b3127cce91149385884900000016108AYuGrFo2bN0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111366566761629572?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111366566761629572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111366566761629572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111366566761629572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111366566761629572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/04/coughs-damn-its-so-irritating-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111331742194790289</id><published>2005-04-12T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T22:50:21.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Forecast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been so frustrated with them you can hardly stand to be in the same room. For some reason, you're still interested in how they are -- maybe because you're not convinced that avoiding you was what they were really after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was taken from frendster. the only time i will like quite agree with it. no im not being superstitious. like what yongyee once said. horoscope's forecast are for referrence, to make you reflect on the whole day of that particular day, not for you to blindly believe. so yup. quite true la. can relate to the explanation. but i dont think its only true for today, its true since last time. but then, i got a feeling, this will be a passe soon. school is filling up most of my time, i dont even have time to buy food before going to the custom like i always did.its just straight rushing all the way. rushing without running to be exact. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot to blog how i went home just now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, wawa said training will end at arnud 530, so i crossed ma fingers and called dad asking if he can fetched me from school. i dare not have high hopes cuz the night before he told mum he wun. but yet, he agreed. so i was like so freaking happy i wanted to squeal and jump around. but i didnt la. and thats part of the reason why training was darn fun today. i wasnt rushing. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkz. thats all. tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111331742194790289?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111331742194790289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111331742194790289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111331742194790289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111331742194790289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/04/todays-forecast-youve-been-so.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111331198841303497</id><published>2005-04-12T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T21:19:48.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyway, i was lucky to not screwed up my presentation today. other than that, lesson was pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;pretty much nothing for me to say. so i shall just show you the pics maizurah and me take during lesson yesterday... keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da33b3127cce91647b4a6b0e00000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracies table. it looks kinda messy now. but its reli cute when you see it in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da33b3127cce91647b366b7200000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my table. some of the stuffs are purposely arranged by maiz. you can see the kueh below and the sweets on top. the cup on top is the tiny rubbish bin aka vase [when there is a flower].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da33b3127cce91647b35ea4100000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maiz table. she also purposely make till everything nice nice only. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da33b3127cce91647b37ea4300000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuffs inside my locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da33b3127cce916479596b1c00000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pillow. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da33b3127cce91647b49ea3d00000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaiful and sugar daddy being hardworking. you can see halfof our home tutor, miss yap's face at the back, oh and the "formation" of our locker, that is positioned in a way it is a changing room, by walking in by the window side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da33b3127cce91647b486b0c00000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me at work. un-posed and taken by maiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da33b3127cce9164795cea2900000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dayana and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da33b3127cce9164795d6b1800000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayu and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. went to find saha during break along with grace and her sayang. saha is a good talking fren sia. we keep on talking and laughing. sumone however seemed very unintereseted during a certain something, which was quite disappointing, even though grace told me i was reading a teeny weeny too much of it... *shrugs*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touch rugby was damn fun as usual. no regrets at all. played with the guys before training on our own. [as in girls only] damn fun la. thanks hardi for persuading me to give it a try last friday. or else i really do not know what i will miss out man!&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway, during a certain point of time, the sky was darn beautiful. "pathway to heaven" as grace called it. anyway. all of us took picture of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da33b3127cce916479476b0200000016108AYuGrFo2bN0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chio leiz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. thats all for today. i hafta rush through my work. tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111331198841303497?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111331198841303497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111331198841303497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111331198841303497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111331198841303497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/04/anyway-i-was-lucky-to-not-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111322419014030242</id><published>2005-04-11T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T20:56:30.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;neoprints taken with sugar daddy on the day we played truant for ao maths. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da30b3127cce917f57aba3c700000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look like i wore eyeliner. but i swear i did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da30b3127cce917f57a9a3c500000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this one the most. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da30b3127cce917f579422c800000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da30b3127cce917f579222ce00000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am so lucky to have bloody generous home and co-home tutors. our home tutor bought us a regular size packet of sweets that cost $20, just cuz we complained that today is sucha long day. so sweet of her. we are so lucky to have her to be there till year 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im currently rushing through management presentation for tomorrow. consist of my ca marks. but its so bloody tough. jiayu seemed to be giving me all the answers while i rephrase it. hope she doesnt mind. hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i ate throughout the whole of today. everytime i turned to face daryl, im surely munching on something. sweet, kueh, tibits. lol. i cant help it. and talk about him. that gay sugar daddy!! he came into the class this mornin, goin ga-ga over the signed cindy thingy. mad~ he was sweet to acmpy me all the way to wdlds then go back to cck again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shaiful was so mean today... *pouts* keep on teasing me!!! keke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pe was sadistic. got my leg going wobbly like jelly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we were asked to donate blood and bone marrow. im sucha selfish bitch. im too skinny to be heavy enough to donate blood, and i definitely do not have the balls to donate my bone marrow. im just darn afraid of needles. its gonna take me great courage and love to actually wanna be pregnant.. really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sms lame stuffs to gab. he so irresponsible. malay worst then mine, still dare to correct me! lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;touch rugby trial tomorrow. hope i can at least make it to the top 10. *cross fingers and toes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111322419014030242?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111322419014030242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111322419014030242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111322419014030242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111322419014030242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/04/neoprints-taken-with-sugar-daddy-on.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111312701323459879</id><published>2005-04-10T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T17:56:53.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>julius was like sucha sweetie last night. keke.&lt;br /&gt;saha had been a sweetie too, smsing me at noon just to say good morning. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished studying econs. it feels like geography. and i haven touched my gp. i do not know where to start.  haven revise aomaths too.&lt;br /&gt;im taking a break now you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad gave me my new digital camera yesterday.i was kinda disappointed that it wasnt the one i wanted. it was nikon coolpix instead of sony cybershot. but, its better than nothing. and at least, its quite small in size although it aint slim. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pretty gebra is dying. so sad... i want a new one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lifes been good.&lt;br /&gt;too busy to realize something is still missing.&lt;br /&gt;until yesterday. but i still dont really know what im missing.&lt;br /&gt;its nothing about relationship though.&lt;br /&gt;i once thought it had something to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;but then, i realize im just wayy too busy to be involve in a relationship now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break time is over.&lt;br /&gt;till later~&lt;br /&gt;ciaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111312701323459879?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111312701323459879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111312701323459879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111312701323459879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111312701323459879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/04/julius-was-like-sucha-sweetie-last.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111305173621729370</id><published>2005-04-09T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T21:02:16.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first four are the pictures that i was supposed to put up on thursday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da28b3127cce9170c22ecfc500000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pretty little pale pink gebra that sugar daddy gave. such a sweetie, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da28b3127cce9170c22f4ef400000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one with a closer view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da28b3127cce9170c22acfc100000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ultra "hot" sweet that was used to shut the noisy assholes up. [refer to thursday entry].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da28b3127cce9170c22b4ef000000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chic handbook of the school. starry sticker was pasted by me. not fully decorated yet. its a darl isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da28b3127cce9170c0664ebc00000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maia and me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were some other pics which aint up yet. they are either too ugly for me to post it up here or its cuz rizal and maia haven sent me e pics. so yup. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did my homework and some studying today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all&lt;br /&gt;ciaoz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111297256903907723</id><published>2005-04-08T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T23:02:49.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i take back all the bitchings about the touch rugby captain. i will explain it later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.hmmm/&lt;br /&gt;rizal never buy flower for me today! =s remember to buy on monday ya? keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing really special happened during the lessons today. so i wont go on about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, kinda decorate the class a teeny weeny bitty. actually, i didnt, it was the clique. maia [maizurah] and me were pulling out chairs to the huge corridor that our class has. actually our class has a very good location. its near the toilet, hall, canteen, field. well basically everywhere. and its only on the 2nd floor. so yea. anyway, we pulled out chairs to watch the girls go for netball tryouts. and practically chatted with everyone below. shannaz, our "sapphire" house asst leader or something like that, was practicing shooting. and we were talking to her. shes so nice. she got the model figure and the purfect body. you can even say she got the x-factor. and the best of all things, is the fact that she dont put on airs. shes very very nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. while watching, maia and i were discussing whether to go for rugby tryouts aka training. its like after what had happened on wed... but anyway. hardi came. we 3 chat for awhile. decided to give it a go since there is nothing to lose. most to most walked out only. so yea. we went for it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;and well. turns out hazzy wasnt that bad. she did admit her flaws. so it was ok. and we started it all. its quite fun la. especially with maia around. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so. the mind is made up. im joining dance and a sport. it wun clash cuz its on different days. if i cant cope, i will at least know which one suits me most and gives up the other one. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw melissa and chanel at cwp. no. its the other way round. i was about to change money when they came from behind and hugged me. teehee. had a little chat.&lt;br /&gt;went to royal sports house to buy some better pants for more comfortable training. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im quite tired now. dun really know what to say anymore. so i will end it here. nitez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111297256903907723?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111297256903907723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111297256903907723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111297256903907723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111297256903907723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-take-back-all-bitchings-about-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111297082070947900</id><published>2005-04-07T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:33:40.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheee~~&lt;br /&gt;sugar daddy gave me a pale pink gebra today... so nice!!! actually is cause i asked him to buy me one yesterday night la! keke. tomorrow is rizals turn. hes suppose to buy me an orange one. do you think he will buy? kekekeke....&lt;br /&gt;but really. its feels nice having a flower in front of me while in class or even while typing this thingy. its like so pretty. hehe. i dont like bouquet of flowers. except on certain special occasions. but most of the time, a stalk will just do it all. brightens everyone's day. not only mine. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had been hilarious. rizal force our home tutor to accept his sweet, and the way she tries to secretly eat it yet while standing in front of the whole class just crack us all up.&lt;br /&gt;lets not talk about management lecture today. the guys sitting next to zurah and me were darn noisy. gave them this ultra "hot" sweet that was bought to soothe my throat. anyway, it got them quiet for like 5 minutes cuz they were opening their mouth, to "cool" them. lol.&lt;br /&gt;break time, well, normal la. buy food and eat. nothing special. after that was one and half hour of chinese. practically singing, eating sweets and talking nonsense for the whole lesson.&lt;br /&gt;lunch break after that.ate again. and when i say eat, i mean eating real food, like mee soto, fish and chips, stuffs like that. bought some kueh to be eaten during the remaining 2 lessons. gab was a sweetie, managed to get him to help me buy a drink even though he was malas. maybe next time, he wont wana stand at my back planning to do dont know what la. lol! kidding. ;p ok then, we had girls talk. so since its girls talk, it was ultra private la. so we practically shriek whenever someone wana get near us. first was gab. his head suddenly like kinda pop in like wana hear. then we all were darn shock. then after that, rizal initially wanted to come and say hi, but we were too ready after e gab experience and we shriek even before he got near. lol. i know. it was pathetic! whahahahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;gp was a complete surprise. our gp teacher intially gave as an impression that she was damn strict when she lectured us about the sr thingy this morning. but she was ultra different. she may have a toddler at home but shes like hyper. we were practically being lame, singing songs [yes. we love singing songs! lol], and talking nonsense while introducing ourselves especially. like that rizal, self-claimed pink ranger cuz there was a kimberly in our class. waahaha.  &lt;br /&gt;ao maths ended so quickly we didnt realize it, even though the lesson was one and half hour too. the teacher was talking in sucha fast pace, we were rushing on our notes so much that we dont even have time to ask him to slow down. but he was patient to those who just didnt get it. he didnt mind explaining again and again... reminds me of rss's mr tay. lol. that time was sec 1. as usual, he was being long winded and all, and the class was not listening. he turned around and asked the usual question "class... are you with me?" everyone said no. and he explained all over again. and when he asked the same question again, the answer was still no. after explaining it for the 3rd time yet getting the same  response, he got fed up and said "forget it. you guys arent paying attention, asked other people la" and he moved on with other stuffs. heh. such was the days of lower sec life in rss. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i think i had lost 50 bucks. no idea where the hell it disappeared to. all had i spent it? but i do not remember taking out a 50 dollar note from my wallet, i only remember seeing it. its so weird... yithann, did i used it yesterday????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"lisa" said something interesting today. she said she doesnt seem to like to talk, but she talks alot at home. that kinda freaked me out. anyway, shes hanging out with her new clique, and i can see her talking there. so i guess its good for all of us after all. she finally opened her mouth and shes no longer stalking us without talking even though we asked her to. no we are not bad. we tried talking to her but to no avail. she just didnt wana talk. so yea. case closed. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the schools handbook. so pretty. haven decorate it yet though. except for the blue sticker under the 2005 thingy. keke. still. its cheap. i wonder why rss cant do this, and even if they do, i doubt they will even cost $3 like mi. ok im being mean. i had been doing so many comparison with my ex school. but i cant help it. i can even tell you that the principal here is way better then cb tan. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i forgot to mention that i saw mrs jalil yesterday in cwp. i was like waving frantically at her while hugging my pillow. keke. so glad to see her. she had been the one that motivate me, had faith in me and never gave up on me despite what others said. she was the only teacher who made me cried cuz of her touching words. especially last year's mid year exam, when i failed all subjects and got only 50 for chinese. my only pass. she encouraged me and all instead of listing all the negative things like puki tee did. only regret was being unable to score a distinction in humans for her. but i did tried my best even though i kinda slack a little at the end. so erm, ya. love her so =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today i gues..... tataaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111297082070947900?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111297082070947900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111297082070947900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111297082070947900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111297082070947900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/04/wheee-sugar-daddy-gave-me-pale-pink.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111282486106258423</id><published>2005-04-07T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:30:49.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday's cca open house was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;the contact rugby guys were great. they are so hilarious and all. damn. if i ever really joined touch rugby, it will be cuz of the guys. lol!&lt;br /&gt;hockey, im still pondering, but the ironic thing is people had been saying that the reason girls join hockey is cuz keong and taufiq is in there. ha. like hello~ they may cute but that doesnt mean that people join that cuz they are in it.&lt;br /&gt;malay dance. hmmm. their first dance, "asmaradana", or something was like damn disappointing. wasnt really nice. but the one after that, the one with the kuda, rizal said is tarian one, well that one was ultra cool. we saw their syf dance and it was nice, but the props kept on dropping. still it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;contemporary dance was darn nice too. especially the way they begin their dance and all. very very nice. we were like, wow so darn coool, the whole time. keke.&lt;br /&gt;after the thingy, it was quite pathetic, cuz while walking down the stairs, i kinda slipped two steps, but thank god i didnt fall, i just screamed. paiseh loz! lol. and maizurah n i were like so totally bimbotic after that, poor hardi didnt know where to hide his face. lol.&lt;br /&gt;hardi treated as kfc and taxi. nice leiz. hehe. and after that, went to courts to buy pillow. wheee~~~ lol.and that was all for ysterday, after the entry that hardi typed. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111282486106258423?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111282486106258423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111282486106258423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111282486106258423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111282486106258423'/><link rel='alternate' 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Throat infection along with the aching of the whole body. She needed at least 2 jackets. One over her legs, the other to wear. She borriwed gracie's pillow to hug and lie on it. It was terribly horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so she played truat for a/o maths only to realise she's down for detention on friday but she doesn't care. she went down to orchard with the clique to take neoprints before hurrying back home. "Lisa" the quiet stalker that intimidated the whole clique tried to follow but thank God she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride to Orchard was hilariously funny. Everyone was deing lame &amp; sugar daddy/casanova was thier center of attention. Neoprints were taken &amp;amp; at one point, sugar daddy looked like a metrosexual cuz he was touching his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy sayang leney by paying extra attention on her. Leney was lucky to be bathing when cruelty done by humans hapened. People, malays to be exact, from MBJB came to catch dogs to put them in the hound. daddy &amp; sister witnessed how those imbecilic cowards hit the dogs, using a metal pole with something sharp in front, to death. All just because the dogs refused to be caught [c'mon who in the right mind wants to be caught &amp;amp; caged, &amp; even worst, put to death?]. Yes, they witnessed such cruelty &amp;amp; it broke their hearts, for everyone in this family loves dogs. The howling of the dogs could be heard miles away. Heidi was locked up in the sister's room for they will kill any unlisence dog. Heidi may be own by us, but its not licensed. In Malaysia, for a dog to be licensed, one will have to seek approval from the neighbours living around &amp; have a "passport" photo, taken of the dog. How ridiculous is that? Nonetheless may those bastards suffer retribution for killing innocent dogs. Or better still, be born as stray dogs in their next life. That will teach them for being cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she slept for ten hours yesterday. The mother took away her keyboard &amp;amp; therefor Hardi is helping her to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julianne cant believe that other than having a male stalker in this school, there is a female stalker too. lol. But really, she's "lisa". lol. [See Julianne, i talk about you!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway life had been bad. I have 2 stalkers in my life. And I met 2 lunatics on my way home. One is a scondart school boy who was grabbing his genitals in the MRT &amp; screaming in words that seem to be talking to the "things" he was grabbing. Very sick. I know. Another was an uncle, shaking his head &amp;amp; looking at me when he walked past me. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA open house today. I still do not know what CCA to join. heh. I will not join anything that "Lisa" or white-pontianak is joining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today.&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111278911644331329?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111278911644331329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111278911644331329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111278911644331329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111278911644331329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/04/pouts-leney-was-sicky-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111265051048267610</id><published>2005-04-05T05:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T05:35:10.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=s.i think i have a throat infection, or something like that. all i know is the whole of the right side of the mouth, including throat and the ear is hurting and feeling sore. have a hard time even just to breathe. i suspect it has something to do with the dental treatment... =s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today we were choosing class commitee. im the class rep aka chairman, again. ;p fun la. i like to be in control of things, not out of control. kekeke. and princess gracie is my assistant rep. =) theres like one huge list ah. but i shall not go on about it.&lt;br /&gt;we decided on the design and colour and we should paint our class with, reposition our tables and chairs so that there will be enough space for us to set up a pantry. lockers are gonna be arranged in a way that we can change in class with the lockers being our "walls". and if possible, we will try to get some old sofas to complete the "lepak corner" theme. cool huh. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maizurah had been ultra hyper today. she is another dramatic mama, makes us laugh out loud whenever she tries to do those american style talks along with the way they act too.&lt;br /&gt;gracie was our "baluku" today cuz theres a lil plaster on her forehead to covers the wound that she had gotten the day before by knocking onto an unseem shelf while shopping. rizal keep on taking pictures of her in that. lol.&lt;br /&gt;we had a sugar daddy called daryl. cuz he alwaz seemed to be the only guy among us girls, especially when rizal suddenly disappeared to another group. and sugar daddy says hes gonna buy me a pillow just like gracies' to hug in class. wheeee~~~ wahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons were alright today. i felt that we were talking nonsense instead of really studying. its quite relaxing. only downside is the fact that monday class actually end at 1715 instead of 1630. which is not that nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gabriel keep on making fun of me today. first was my specs in canteen, then another was when i was trying to call rizal while i was outside the library. and!!! mr gabriel, your homework that was given by my just now will be due by the end of this week. a very long period of time to do it hor. if by sunday, i didnt see that "homework". im gonna pinch your "NIE" on monday. and you know what that means hor, you kena before and you nicknamed it yourself. heh heh heh heh. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yithann was rushing me the whole time from school to custom. i was so pissed you know. he was like so kiasu. keep on rush rush rush. rush till i was blur, i took the wrong train, got to jurong east instead of the other way and was terminated at yew tee. and this teaches you a lesson. the more you rushed me, the more frustrated i get, and the more frustrated i get, the more im blur and prone to mistakes, and with that, you might get more than you asked for. so just let me take my own sweet time, dont rush me, and you wont hafta rushed all the way to custom like just now. understand understood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arshad had been smsing me the whole morning today. which kinda irritated me. its like, i dont like guys to like flirt with girls ,especially their ex, when they are attach and even though those sweet talks are obviously untrue, just some flirting lines, but then. why even do it in the first place? id gone through such shits and i dont like the idea that i will be doing something that i do not like to be done to myself. i dont care if other ex gers go along with it knowing its just a game. but, thats their problem, their own personality, the way they deal things. not me. im not other girls. im me. so dont ever compare me with other girls. which he did. and he still got the cheek to claim "after being with you for 2 years, bla bla bla", like as though he knew me very well, when he cant even understand that im not those typical girls that he thinks he knows. heh. what irony. so anyway, like i said, i was kinda irritated and all, but im not good with words, especially dealing with egoistic jerks like him, therefore, i just simply pass my phone to gracie and she dealt with him the right way i wanted it to be. and the easiest way to finish the messaging session with him in the end, was just to simply, ignore. he taught me that. =)   &lt;br /&gt;but i hafta admit though, i made a worst ex girlfriend than a girlfriend. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treat me like princess priceless and i will give you my heart and soul. treat me like some piece of&lt;br /&gt;shit and i will give you twice as much shit in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think im just crapping/boasting? thats just cause i never did pour out the whole truth with you. just a little here and a little there. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;you think you know me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111265051048267610?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111265051048267610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111265051048267610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111265051048267610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111265051048267610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/04/s.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111251117500854452</id><published>2005-04-03T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T14:52:55.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im having a small pimple breakout but the pores are terrible! *wails*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats like so bimbotic of me. got this bimbotic virus from pris. lol. she does that everyday. she will touch her face, and then shriek "ah i got a pimple!" lol.&lt;br /&gt;im so gona put the clay mask on my face. my face has been unusually terribly oily for these past few days, but i still do not know why. im not an expert in these stuffs. i jus love to pamper myself. thats all ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried the weight gainer thingy just now. it taste. argh. i duno. horrible? its like, at first it smelt like milo, so i thought it will taste like one. but apparently, its not as sweet as i thought, tasted more like milk, which i hate drinking. almost puked but for the sake of getting from skinny to slim. i forced it all down while sucking a sweet. thank god i only bought one packet. gonna buy another one to drink on next sunday. like i said, all for the sake of getting a little fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im seriously bored now. i just have nothing to do at all. maybe i should study the management notes like i was told to. but im a little distracted now cuz im bored. so i have no mood to study.. wateva~ im jus plain lazy i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minister coming tomorrow to see us doin pe. how nice~ we are so gonna be tortured. i like the school's pe attire though. the shirt is a little too thin though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow ends at 430. so late! compared to dorinda's timetable. my class like alwaz ends later than hers. mine usually ends at 3:45 while hers is like 2:15? not fair lo. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do have so many same lessons in a day? im still trying to figure out the timetable. its confusing. and i cant wait to get the handbook. its so pretty and sleek. way better than riversides'. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna start my movie marathon now. ciaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111251117500854452?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111251117500854452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111251117500854452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111251117500854452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111251117500854452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-having-small-pimple-breakout-but.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111245554617758099</id><published>2005-04-02T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T23:25:46.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was like going from one hospital to another the whole of this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the parents had their full body check up at gleneagles first, then i went to mount elizabeth for my dental treatment.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt nice at all.&lt;br /&gt;first the gums were injected so as to numb the right side of the mouth, then hafta open my mouth for two hours, and endure someone digging deep into your tooth to dig out the nerves and disinfect it. at least i know how nerves look like now, its red in colour. keke. oh and, i now offically have a dead tooth in my mouth. nice~&lt;br /&gt;still got stage 2 of root canal treatment. one and half hour. just great~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we went to search for digi cam. ok, i have already chosen one. the dad will now hunt for the camera at the lowest price. till then, i shall play around with rizal's digi cam everyday. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and im sooo happy. i finally bought sabina's lingerie. 2 in fact. same pattern, different colours. lol. den got one boxer from sabina too. ladidadida~ love the brand man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, talking to mamasan now. *waves frantically at hilmy mamasan* force me to do something. you better keep your promise hor, or i will put that picture as wallpaper. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like so in the bitchy mood today. i cant help it!!!!!! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111245554617758099?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111245554617758099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111245554617758099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111245554617758099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111245554617758099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-was-like-going-from-one-hospital-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111236397600065202</id><published>2005-04-01T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T23:28:34.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;oopsie! did i just saw something that i shouldnt see just now? *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;im gonna blog all the way since wednesday. if your bored or interested, do read. it may be rewarding to you in the end.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday 300305 &lt;em&gt;around 8pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda lost ma voice after all the screamings yesterday, and thus, no more banshee leney, just someone with voice in tenor. and my mother got me into eating some durians just now and i sincerely do not know how to explain the condition of my voice. im just way out of tune~&lt;br /&gt;something was obviously missing today.and i know exactly what it was. never felt like this for a very long time. doesnt feel totally great though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im like officially a pure commerce student and im proud of it. and the fact that priscillia is in exactly the same combination with me is like a cake with cherry on top. the new class is totally fun, full of funky people. one of them is mr rizal, the king of MI dance. he was ultra cute. keep on trying to speak in chinese. wahahaha. he lives in yew tee, so maybe i may have another parthner to go sch to and fro with. theres like a small little clique formed among us, which includes jeslin, priscillia, maizurah, hairani, lili and me. and we were like stuck together the whole day today. so darn fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass lecture just now. i was so tired i slept for a little while, while hiding behind a guy. the benefits of being small. wahaha. BUT. the ultra sway thing is the fact that the sicko i mentioned about yesterday who kept on staring at me seems to be taking exactly the same combination i am taking. damn sway lo. and he acted like a sicko, chinese lecture, he sat at the row before me, in a position in which he could turn around and see me everytime. no im not being sick. even jeslin they all saw it, in fact they were the one who keep on telling me about it. and yea, there he was, shaking hands with every girls in an attempt to know them. damn disgusting. but thats not all, during our break and lunch break, he purposely choose a table somewhere in front of me, and sat there and stare at me again. not to mention during economics lecture... then, when school ended, and we were walking towards the canteen, there he was again!!!!!!!!! omg. hes lik some stalker or something. and worst is the fact that hes horrendously ugly. omg. cant stand this kinda thick skinned person. remember lower sec that time also got one guy by the name of alvin in normal acad. argh. i wont elaborate on it, sends shivers down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to woodlands with maizurah, priscillia and hairani. while waiting for bus 77. miss minah aka white-powdered-pontianak was there. yes, she puts on thick foundation that is like two tones lighter than her skin, along with eyeliner and blusher. for god sake, we are going to school lo. everyone just cant imagine her without makeup man.anyway, the bus ride could be compared to a kiddy rollercoaster ride. the way the driver did the sudden turns was horribly terrible sia. hidayah, priscillia and me got a hard time balancing ourselves. wahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached cwp and had lunch at long john silvers. it was the third meal we had eaten today. and not to mention the snacks we ate during class. we had breakfast,brunch,lunch. did a little shopping before we parted and i went to marsiling to fetch my sister home. while waiting for mum to pick us up at city square, we did a little shopping there. bought a pair of ankle socks and 3 anklets for maself and two bracelets and rotiboy for the sister. and i cant help feeling happier and more relaxed after buying those stuffs. its like although i am happy now and im not stressed up or anything. but buying them still makes me feel happier and all. shopaholic man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da20b3127cce91507e5c0a4000000036118AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just blended a glass of ultra nutritious drink. the ingredients consist of milk, banana and carrot. how nutritious it is? we shall see... milk contains fat, carbohydrate, calcium, phosphorus, vitamins A, D, and small amounts of vitamins B2 and C. carrot contains vitamin A, sodium, carbohydrate, dietary fibre, protein, calcium, iron and vtamin c. last but not least, banana contains carbohydrate, dietary fibre, protein, vitamin C, iron and most importantly [to me at least] B6. these are just some main nutritions in them. so you can see, how healthy this drink is!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday 310305 &lt;em&gt;before 9pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a slight headache today. one that suddenly hurts on the right side of the head and last for a few seconds, and stop hurting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like darn tired today, everything i saw was blurry, almost thought that i suddenly need specs. maybe i shall bring my no degree specs to school tomorrow, so that things will not be blurry, its all in the mind. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass lectures today. chinese, haiz, so difficult!! management of business seems fun. accounts is interesting but confusing. i keep on trying to prevent myself from falling asleep. so tired man. oh and the lecture room was like so cold, especially when we seem to always happen to choose a seat beneath the aircon. was shivering a little throughout chinese lesson. but thank god i spot-checked rizal's bag this morning and thus i know he got sweater and therefore i borrowed from him during the one and half hour of management. purple colour. wahaha. suppose to go school with him tomorrow, but he stupid, never switch on phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break time was ok. just that was kinda unlucky when hadi invited his classmates over which consist of people from og1. and if you think i am real noisy, they are much much worst. not to mention the songs they keep singing. just cant stand it. to me, break is suppose to be relaxing and those chatterboxes just cant keep their damn mouth shut. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concert was ok. and oh, i find the dm sadistic yet funny. no, he didnt make any jokes, just that the way hes sadistic makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with yithann in cwp. he very nice, always acmpy me home. cuz i am his chiobu. wahahaaha. saw amanda. so happy! i miss her so much! and she told me she ask my sister where i am almost everyday. so sweet eh? today is weifu's bday, so "happy bday weifu". den we made fun of angeline and her bf. bought sum snacks to eat on the bus. saw wenzhi. and we all went to the custom togetha. and reached custom, saw my "laogong" wenyin. and after amanda left with yvonne, all 4 of us started to talk about war. dont ask what lead to this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took some pictures. helped wenyin with his earhole in the bus. talk stupid jokes. then i slept on wenzhi's file the wenzhi,wenyin and yithann massaged my strained back. so nice hor? hai hao lo, cuz, they even massage my ear, pinched it and all. more like bullying me. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats about the most interesting events today. other than that, the mother is just being real irritating. keep on trying to find faults with me and all, and i cant tell her that she is wrong and stuffs lidat cuz i have no voice. its not that easy to talk when your voice is hoarse lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya im real tired. thats it 4 2day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday 010405 &lt;em&gt;now lo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house turned from green to sapphire. it was a waste of time being there. everyone was busy doing their own stuffs and it was all about the pre-u 2s, i dont even see the need of me being there. we were like just there for the sake of being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bukit batok interchange with rizal and i had a craving for the stuffs at coffee bean. so i was like asking "rizal, are you hungry?" and he was like "yea im quite hungry" so i suggested to go westmall's coffee bean. at first he didnt like the idea cuz the food aint really that filling, but he agreed to it in the end =) and there we were, i ordered raspberry cheesecake and pomegrate ice blended while he ordered nut brownie and white chocolate dream. he was sucha gentleman. this is the second day i knew him only and it was his treat. i feel so bad cuz its like as though im like those typical girls who used guys for money when im &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;. hes so nice. and we lepak at there for almost an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da20b3127cce91519b07eb8d00000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our foodie.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;purple colour drink on the left is mine. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;then because someone like yithann keep on hurrying me, we hafta part and i hafta go all the way to woodlands just to realise hes still at school.... -_-" so at first i went down, planned to find a place to sit, but then it was occupied. then i happened to look at the 3rd bench and i saw arshad and his gf. i think? i didnt see clearly then. anyway, i just turn away, hoping yithann will reach asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the custom was great. free massages from all my dears and sang songs with my husky voice while listening to mp3. i was a great lightbulb too. and i manage to bully wenyin until he was lying on the floor. heh heh. dont ever think im weak just because im small k? keke.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. gabriel. if you are reading this. do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; take note that the messages i sent today are part of april fool's prank k?! gracie inspired me to do that when she teased daryl. lol. so dont misunderstand me hor! keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow dentist appointment. 2 hours. dont like one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;last but not least, some pictures taken today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da20b3127cce91519b05eb8f00000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rizal asked for this pose. waahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da20b3127cce91519b026ab800000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are some of the more active people in class. yes, includin me. duh~ lol. ok clockwise, starting from left: maizurah.jeslin.gracie/grace.priscillia.me.rizal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da20b3127cce91519b03eb8900000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maizurah and me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da20b3127cce915195dd6a6000000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracie/grace and me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da20b3127cce9151aa0bab0100000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rizal and me acting nerdy. keke ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111236397600065202?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111236397600065202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111236397600065202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111236397600065202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111236397600065202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/04/oopsie-did-i-just-saw-something-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111233518424769252</id><published>2005-04-01T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T13:59:44.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im in the school comp lab now. have house meeting later on. im in green house. not really elated about it. cuz... you know you know. i hope grace is wrong la. then maybe at least still got hope. wahahaha. ok. dont mind me. im like hopeless today? wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i found the entry i wrote on wednesday, im gotta blog it when i reach home, along with yesterday's entry. dad was like so bad, took over the internet way before i reached home. i waited till 9 plus and i couldnt take it no more, and therefore i was the first one to sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum was scolding the sister the whole of this morning. cuz the sister was like, getting worse and worse each day. forget this and that. shes blur and gives too much shit about what her shitty friends think and do to her. most prollie gonna go to her school somewhere this month. settle some silly trivial stuffs just so she can concerntrate on her PSLE better. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasnt listening during mass lecture today. it was all about general paper. so boring. *yawns* oh and i played with rizal's hugo boss perfume. its so nice! smell like ferrari blacks'. and so i sprayed it on a tiny piece of paper and put it in my bag and now my bag totally smell like his perfume. so nice~~~~. then he very nice, offered to lent me his jacket when he saw me standing outside the lecture room preparing to go in for one and half hour of gp. but i got bring my own jacket today so no need lo. hes a very nice friend. too bad different house! wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and THANK GOD the stalker aint the same house as me or else i will either not attend any house meeting or i will beg to transfer to another one. im serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took pictures in class today. later go home will accept them from rizal and xinchi[for yesterday's pic] . hopefully dad aint using the internet today! *cross fingers and toes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, my class got 2 adelenes. so i was like, huh, so many like almost similar names, so i requested the teacher to call me leney . and told the classmates to call me that if possible too. so grace is like calling me leney throughout the day, abit un-use to it though. wahahaha. den that daryl worst, call me teeny weeny leney. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later yithann wait for me in cwp to go home. for now he go watch movie alone. so pathetic! wahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really duno what to type anymore for now. so ciaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111233518424769252?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111233518424769252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111233518424769252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111233518424769252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111233518424769252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-in-school-comp-lab-now.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111218988294556234</id><published>2005-03-30T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:45:28.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. im so bloody stupid man. i wrote one ultra long entry. and i didnt save it, but i tot i did. niwae i cant find it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im too tired to write now.&lt;br /&gt;having a sore throat. cant even scream like a banshee. this is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i have time i will talk about the sicko who keep staring at me. hes disgusting. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111218988294556234?l=darl-lene.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-7530596.post-111210826229169179</id><published>2005-03-29T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T22:57:42.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are two pretty little fragrant smelling candles placed in front of me with "MI orientation '05". no, this aint souvenirs that the seniors have given us. or, maybe in a way it is. cuz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OG9 GOT 2ND!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ladidadidadidadidadida~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;among all 15 groups. we got 2nd. so its actually something k?! we got first in the obstacle course today, that one was &lt;em&gt;jialat&lt;/em&gt; in a fun way. especially the crawling while being blindfolded. wanted to just lie down there and not move since i know the other groups cant move too. then the grapes thing... got 4 seeds, still say no seed. got made fun of when we walked up the &lt;strong&gt;flat&lt;/strong&gt; and rough slope. oh the school got saga seeds sia, so nice! i love saga seeds, now i can pick them up everyday! keke.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i love the weather today. it was not too hot nor humid, it was so cool, felt like lying down and sleep immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to school with priscillia today. and there was one guy who kept on staring at me sia. from waiting the bus to come, then in the bus never stare cuz i purposely sat behind him,  and when i alighted the bus. i dont like it one bit man. &lt;br /&gt;and i have to admit the fact that all the food in this school seriously aint good enough, in other words, it sucks. except for the desserts.&lt;br /&gt;took og9 group photo today. gabriel was like the form teacher, sat in the middle. and guess what, sec 3 and 4, take class pictures, i hafta sit down. and yes, i still hafta sit down for today's pic. when will i ever get to stand? am i thaaaaaat short? i refuse to accept this reality. keke.&lt;br /&gt;quite a drama during our break cuz of rough,nasser,farid and &lt;strong&gt;gang&lt;/strong&gt;.*staring at iskandar.yes you!* almost ruin my reputation sia, tell that fugly big guy im interested in him. hello~ what nasty joke.prank.whatever~ you guys had done sia. of all people... lol.&lt;br /&gt;planning for our skit was hilariously funny,&lt;strong&gt;  but &lt;/strong&gt;acting it out was more hilarious. naturally, drama queen was the lead actress and roughy the lead actor. purfect parthners. wahahaha. and thank you miss julianne for telling the whole preu1 + sc leaders what was the joke behind the airport thing! joel was doing the aeroplane thingy sia, and somemore intended to give EVERYONE my number. you crazy ah! now the girl-punk from og1 interested in me liao lo! wahahaa. i joke i kid.  but oh managed to re-know my primary school friend, ashila. we used to be darn close during p5/6. not sure what happened, we got separated and were fated to meet again in this school. =)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, drama queen and roughy got the other ogs laughing cuz of the water bottle thingy, the way drama queen purposely throw the water bottle then roughy immediately ran to pick it up cuz he was supposed to like her. lol. and throughout every ogs skit, there was some boring ones, and thus we all, as in julianne, dorinda, priscillia, hidayah, caroline, me and hidayah's friend were talking nonsense. then hidayah dared me to kiss priscillia on the lips, and so we did and she took a picture of it. wahaha. then we were talking about being a bitch by asking those attach guys to dance with us during the MI dance instead of allowing them to be with their parthners. and even though hidayah dared me to, it didnt happen in the end. i know my limits. =) oh and there was one point, where one of the ogs had a skit about milk, and that gabriel purposely looked at me and asked me to drink more milk so as to be bigger in size and &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt;~... wahaha. of course he got pinched ah. he got pinched many times today. lol.&lt;br /&gt;then... the MI dance. that was fun. danced crazily with priscillia. and there was a point where the sc must go around finding a parthner. and... *clears throat* the president or something of sc needed to find a parthner. and so nice mr &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gabriel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was walking down my row, he walked past me, looking straight and all, though i did know he was up to something, but when he suddenly pullled/grabbed me, i was so shocked i screamed and kinda fell onto his arms. not the very dramatic way la! but still it was malu lo! everyone turned and stared. but he apologised, so all was forgiven =) but, i wasnt even like pissed in the first place or anything, im not &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; petty k. oh and the best part was when gabriel summon drama queen and roughy up to dance. man that got drove me mad with laughter. the reluctance in both of them was like so obvious, but they were unexpectedly spontaneous enough to go up to stage and dance. but the one that completely got me laughing through out was the 2nd time that drama queen danced on stage. this time with that fugly guy. and you should really see her. shes damn dramatic lo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we won 2nd like i had said. too bad we didnt get 1st. but still, it was better than 3rd! keke. shows that all our efforts paid off. collected some of the little prizes and i disallowed iskandar to bathe so that he can acmpy me to bukit batok without me waiting. keke. i very bad i know. i told him he didnt smell/stink cuz it was true, and thus manage to persuade him not to bathe lo. great parthner to go home with, can talk about almost everything. almost... just that certain things he die die dont wana reveal to me, asking me to find out myself and all, so i die die also wana let him die in curiousity, i wont reveal the answer to your question. dont be too happy, it may not be true afterall. wahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was released late today. poor wenzhi and yonglim hafta wait for me for about 1/2 hour and by the time i reached bukit batok, wenzhi was talking to an old lady.  and we talk cock as usual all the way to malaysia. the one that got me laughing real hard was the 10cm tsunami thingy which wenzhi said that the ants were surfing this "huge" wave and won the "world guisness book of records".  totally lame lo. lol.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch on the ultra huge table at city square's food court. not to mention the series of lame jokes again... did a teeny weeny bitty of window shopping before my mum arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guys from 0g9. the pictures are uploaded. i know you guys are smart enough to know where to find them la hor... and in case you dont... -_-"""", go to *pictures ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;confession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have an enormous infatuation with a meterosexual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have a tremendous crush on someone nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have a great admiration with a sincere guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone, anyhow guess lo. ive already tell it to those i wanted to. its just a from of letting out some secrets in me. so yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111210826229169179?l=darl-lene.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-7530596.post-111202054511745990</id><published>2005-03-28T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T22:35:45.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just when i thought that everything is finally going the way i really want to me, having a different sort of new independence and a new me. the mother just had to destory everything. the faith. the happiness. the life that im beginning to truly enjoy again.&lt;br /&gt;other than my ex, its always her that makes me cry, makes me get so sick of everything. and even though i know she is a great mother at times, i really detest her unusual mood swings. they are real mean and horrible.&lt;br /&gt;and with that. i totally have no mood to update today.&lt;br /&gt;just that, once again.&lt;br /&gt;the day with OG9 was totally great. love you guys.&lt;div 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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-7530596.post-111193882783780520</id><published>2005-03-27T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T23:53:47.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one of the things i dread most is when my dad decides to do some random checks on my computer. and it happened today. i was stuck beside him from two hours plus and i kinda had to stare into the computer screen till the tiny little words became blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i watch an indian movie &lt;em&gt;baghban &lt;/em&gt;today. or something like that. the show was quite touching, brought a few tears into my eyes. and not to mention the 9pm show on channel 8. yes, that show that never fails to drive me mad with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dads driving me to school tomorrow. wheee~~ i will not be late and i do not have to waste money on taxi fares just to rush to school, only to be half an hour late. and therefore, no cleaning of whichever place the sadistic dm wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, chalet pics are up. nothing much but nonetheless, enjoy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111193882783780520?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111193882783780520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111193882783780520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111193882783780520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111193882783780520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/one-of-things-i-dread-most-is-when-my.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111185565412538017</id><published>2005-03-26T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T00:47:34.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was ridiculously fun.&lt;br /&gt;met up with sonia at woodlands interchange to lent her my gown for her dinner tonight before meeting up with chuanlim and tianxiang.&lt;br /&gt;we talked non stop from woodlands to pasir ris. talk about almost everything, from school to cars. hehe. reminds me i have a volkswagen beetle in the house ready to be drive around by me when i finally get my driving license. which, according to what the parents allow, will hopefully be after the age of 18.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. we finally reached pasir ris, met up with long yun and gang, then lois and shuan, not to forget huipeng. hafiz and gang reached earlier then we did, and were already trying to spice up the place with funky music.&lt;br /&gt;the chalet next to ours was very dusty cuz there were a bunch of minahs, and to us, minahs are dust beneath our feet. get me? anyway, whilst those minahs brought along a pathetic little radio and started dancing to typical r&amp;b songs that were so outdated, even my granny knows those songs. as for us... heh heh. having rethish and chongwei in the chalet was like hiring djs. they connected the laptop to the hi-5 system and start playing reggae, hip hop and techno. we people were grooving to the music that was so loud, it completely drown out the songs that the minahs were shaking their butts to. a pity i couldnt stay later cuz rethish told me that he is going to do some lightings at night to make the whole place like a clubbing ground.&lt;br /&gt;we were quite bored at first, cuz there were only 5 girls including shu hui and her sister. so ziyang, me, shaun, lois and huipeng headed up to the room and started to fool around. ziyang was mad, cuz he was on the high, like a drug addict, therefore, he was no difference from a gay today. wahaha. and things got worst when it started to rain. its like so not the right day to organize a chalet especially since we were like planning to go tanning. ziyang kept calling us the whitefuls cuz we aint as tan as he is.&lt;br /&gt;the rain finally stopped and hafiz ziyang and me rented rollerblades while chuanlim and huipeng rented a bicycle for two. they were like whizzing pass us, we just decided to let them go their way, whilst hafiz ziyang and i skated from one end to the other. having a little break drinking and eating ice cream. and the place was so cool, especially when there was the occasional sea breeze.&lt;br /&gt;when we were back to the chalet again and kaili had arrived. this time, ziyang, shaun, lois, me, huipeng, kaili, chuanlim, haikal, hafiz and chongwei hung out in the bedroom. dirty jokes, sarcastic remarks and big time flirting were involved. we were just being wild and it was totally hilarious. we stayed in there for a long time cuz of the stupid rain that started to pour again. not long after, nina arrived. and beer for tonight were bought. i had sucha big urge to open up a can and drink it man. im not a heavy drinker, but i do like to have an occasional drink or two. ziyang was mad about the dark side, and was planning to haunt the chalet tonight with the white bedsheets and pink goggles, a pity i couldnt join him or i can be the banshee. lol.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we finally head to the beach again, by then it was evening, no more sun. because hilmy and gang left before us, we went there to meet up with them. on the way, ziyang got crazy again, and started talking about having an orgy tonight. i pity shaun, cuz shaun was ziyang's favourite target. wahaha. we met up with them. hilmy labelled me a roxy minah cuz i was wearing a roxy shorts that i bought in bali 4 years ago. yea. im so small,i never really grow in height or in size, and therefore, i can still fit into the shorts perfectly. anyway, not wanting to lose, i labelled him as mat quiksilver, cuz he was dressed in it from head to toe. even ziyang agreed, saying that he wanna be a skimmer somemore. hilmy malu only. lol.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, all of us went to an empty ground to start playing soccer, but a pity it was time for me to go. damn, i miss everyone man, and yet i couldnt stay for too long. went back to the chalet to get my stuffs, ate some of those barbequed stuffs and said my goodbyes.i miss you guys. really i do. =) and bloody chongwei, lied to me. daughter-in-law also couldnt intro properly. thought he didnt bring her along, turned out she was there all along... all the making fun of them was true after all. keke.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i finally reached city square. though i could find my mum and sister easily, but how was i supposed to know they can camouflage so easily with Season. in the end, i went around cit square 3 times, called them 7 times, smsed 3 times, and i was so pissed to such a great extent, i called my dad and complain everything to him. and he was like being so calm, helping to speak up for my mum. when the ironic thing is that, last week, when he tried calling my mum but to no avail, and when he finally did find her, his reaction the same as mine. anyway. mum was talking to her friend, and when i finally found her, i immediately shouted at her for not picking up the phone. and now, i regret the fact that i was rude to her friend for not greeting her, cuz i was so fucked up at that point of time. and yes, i was so pissed, i walked in front, not giving two shits about them two, i was like whizzing my way past the crowds, walking in a very fast pace, doing it purposely cuz i know my mum cant walk fast. i know im really bad, but i really cant help it when im flaring you know. i have a very bad temper. this i must admit. anyway, my mum was darn nice, she didnt scold me, she explained the reason of me being rude to her friend, and after two levels, she managed to catch up behind me, so you can imagine how fast she tried to walk after me. anyway, we went to buy my new school shoes, intended to buy vans sneakers at first, but in the end, i bought voodoo slip on sneakers or whatever you call that cuz its like rm19 cheaper and looks more unique compared to the vans sneakers that most malays are seen wearing. and we queued to buy bubble tea with no pearls, which is like darn wasted cuz they ran out of it. and i decided to pop into watsons for a while, and guess what, i finally found what i have been searching for weeks. yes ah.&lt;br /&gt;and thats all for tonight. photos for today's chalet will be updated in the pictures session by tomorrow. till then, nightz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111185565412538017?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111185565412538017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111185565412538017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111185565412538017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111185565412538017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-was-ridiculously-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111176110368801577</id><published>2005-03-25T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:28:17.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm. sorry for the terribly long entry i wrote yesterday. i couldnt help it, i just had so so much to say about my new school and the environment. its like i got into this school in low profile, no one knows me and all. therefore, there will be no one judging me just because of some stupid rumours that they had happened to hear about me and thus dislike cuz of it. and i totally appreciate this. i dare admit that im far more happier in this school than my secondary school. even though i have only been in this school for two days, but compared to the first week i had in riverside. honestly, i feel so much more better in here. no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/17/48/4888471/1095578563490s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;og9!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;this is og9 flag. nice lehz!!! done in less than 2 hours. cool leiz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/17/48/4888471/10877557152525l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one on the left is my ogl btw. cute leiz. keke. i just linked him up. so you guys can like go to his blog if you want to.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, enough about school.&lt;br /&gt;talk about today... &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole afternoon watching tv. and we went to danga bay in the evening. had fun man!! too bad the homies had last minute cancelling. anyway, we went to the mini fun fair and played those rides that bring us highhhhhhhhhhhh up in the air. totally scary. i was screaming and laughing at the same time, my sister was screaming and frowning at the same time. wobbly jelly legs after that. but its so fun. then we played the bummer cars or whatever you called that. but i dont like playing that game. everytime they bang onto me, i almost fly out of the "car". yea, skinny mini me. not nice not nice.&lt;br /&gt;oh and we went to the italian restaurant after that. had ma favourite fettucine in cream sauce. but the down point was the fact that there were tooooo little sauce. its so dry i keep on sipping my drink. but the dessert was GREAT. i had red berry mousse. its not terribly sweet, and the whipped cream is those real ones, not like those you have on cakes. so you can imagine how much i enjoyed my dessert. the ambience is great too. not to mention the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class chalet tomorrow. whee~ cant wait sia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111176110368801577?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111176110368801577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111176110368801577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111176110368801577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111176110368801577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111167812601101413</id><published>2005-03-24T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:28:46.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was crazy. keke.&lt;br /&gt;as priscillia and julian had predicted, i reached school at 8am. im og9's late coming queen. lol.&lt;br /&gt;og9 is like the most bonded and funklicious group man. although i must admit, other than roughy, the guys are quite quiet. but we girls are waaaay louder and more wild than they are. keke. so maybe i should just say, the girls are damn united man.&lt;br /&gt;but the sad thing about this is the fact that we are grouped randomly, and not according to the courses we take, so they are people from science, commerce and arts. so tuesday will be the last day we are together as a team. but i guess, in a way its still great cuz we know people from different classes, so we will be like knowing at least one people from one specific courses that they are taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we did our cheer and all today. our group has very artistic people. especially sarah, boy can she draw!!! you should see her o level art work, bet you will be totally envious of her drawing skills. she got A2 for it leiz... then oh, we played games, one of them as "chop chilli chop" which is nicknamed as "chop chop", and vicky was so dramatic she got everyone roaring with laughter. especially the part when she lost cuz roughy sabohed her. everyone always accept the fact that they had lost in silence, but not her! she went hysterical. as in totally. lol. you should see the way she react. it lasted for about 10 minutes. no kidding! wahahahh. and thus, cuz of this incident, shes our groups' infamous DRAMA QUEEN. keke. oh and not to mention caroline. every time her name is mention, we will sing the first word from the song &lt;em&gt;roses&lt;/em&gt;. in the "caroline~" tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then erm, the bartley people came, and our group increased to the size of 40. but it doesnt matter, cuz like i said, our group was so united, when we had to re-introduce our names,school and cca again, no one felt shy. and when it was drama queen's turn. before she could say what her cca is, we all shouted "drama club". which is not la. lol. then when it was my turn, i wanted to say "ex-cca" cuz it was kinda a slip of tongue, i wanted to say "previous cca" but anyway. when i said the word "ex" everyone was like "wah! talk about your ex sia" before i could say cca. keke. we played "chop chop" despite the strong protest of drama queen and roughy. we insisted to play the game cuz we wanted to saboh them. they two made a fantastic pair of humourous parthners i tell yea. having both of them are like twice the fun cuz one is a lame joker, and the other is a drama queen. anyway, we made drama queen start the game, despite her strong protest again, and she came out with all sorts of silly actions that made us laugh so hard we could hardly mutter the chant. and i must say that there was this chinese guy from bartley who was like so ungentleman. do forfeit also like not happy, keep on trying to keep his bengish cool image.&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, i forgot to mention this last night, let me tell you this, all those rumours that you people have been hearing about this school is like so ridiculously untrue. and thats basically why i felt so peaceful when i first stepped into the school. first of all, they are no minahs in this school, ok they are, just an insignificant amount that its rare to see them, except for the newcomers. as for mats, im not too sure, so far i haven seen anyone in tapered pants or shits like that. except for the newcomers. [ok let me make this clear before i go on, what i am describing about the people in this school now refers to the seniors, i shall not talk about the newcomers] theres no lians and bengs especially since there are more malays then chinese. for indians, erm, no gangsta looking ones so far. the seniors there looked like quite sophiscated and matured compared to the jc seniors i had seen. sorry, no offence, but thats what it seems like to me after all the jc seniors i had seen. and i shall not talked specifically about their characters cuz basically, they are just waaaay better that riverside. as in you can see their sincerity and not hypocrisy. but then again, they are older what. but whatever, you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gabriel is so nice. today we got our orientation package which was quite bulky and because im too lazy for my own good to take that thingy. gabriel helped me carry it around our whole orientation today. hehe. oh and we had our MI dance. which is so fun. latin style. and the most embarrassing part is the fact that the og leaders paired us up randomly. so my parthner was a muscular malay-chinese guy, abit too big size for a mini me la. lol. and worst of all... the ogl purposely put me in the front row, and so when we dance, they will be like right in front of me watching. as expected, i did got make fun of. by one of the ogl. why? cuz i was kinda reluctant to dance with a stranger especially since its my first time dancing. and i was surronded by people i didnt know. keke. so i folded my arms and all, and he imitate me. i saw him doing that and i mouthed the words "then what you want me to do". he shook his head and that was the end of his imitation. anyway, as time goes by, although my parthner and i were still uncertain of certain dance steps, at least we managed to have fun dancing. =)&lt;br /&gt;i shall not talk about the talks we had today. they were... terribly horribly long. and it got my whole body aching. the bad thing about MI [t.t] is. we have a very sadistic and ultra strict dm. i shall not elaborate about it. hes darn scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i fooled my 0g9 people into believing im a demure lady. and today i fooled the bartley people in og9 into believing that too. haha. dont judge a book by its cover eh. during our last few games, some of our bartley members started to open up. and thats how i got to know annas. he was like "hey riverside, whats your name" [we were sitting in a circle you see] and i was like "what. how dare you call me that.thats so rude" but then he is from woodlands. so today i had a parthner on my way home. we were purely crapping throughout our whole journey. and before we alight at woodlands, we went to sembawang to buy my &lt;em&gt;miami glow&lt;/em&gt; perfume by j.lo. ok not exactly perfume, its eau de toilette. but it doesnt makes much difference to me. anyway, thank god there is! but a pity that &lt;em&gt;roccobarocco gold jeans&lt;/em&gt; miniature perfume went out of stock. oh ya, i love to buy fragrances from that shop cuz i think its kinda diluted by nonetheless, propably because it is diluted, therefore the prices of the fragrances are at least $10 cheaper than other shops. and although it is diluted, they still smell the same, so i do not see the point of spending [in this case] $12.20 more when everything is still exactly the same except the fact it is a little diluted.&lt;br /&gt;and after that, we head back to woodlands before parting. met up with xuenie at the interchange. cuz apparently wenzhi,wenyin,yongyee and yithann do not have the patience in waiting for me.nonetheless, saw "da{1} la{4} mei{1}" and asked her to help me carry my op and sch u. den saw godpa, qiyong, and made him carry my bag. im very bad. i know. lol. pampered life ah. keke. and thats basically the main events for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladidadida~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd05b3127cce90b47a3b55fe00000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prepared for school&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yes. these are the stuffs i prepared on tuesday night. comb, 13clips, bag, passports, wallets.. yadayada... im not gonna elaborate it. you've got eyes of your own to see what. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd05b3127cce90b47a43558600000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;julian.priscillia.me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yup.the 3 good frenz.this was taken after we taught our cheer to the bartley people at the steps leading to the volleyball court which was so hot and full of falling leaves.we wanted to take pictures with drama queen, but she went to buy her uniform before meeting us in the hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd05b3127cce90b47a3555f000000026118AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;glow&lt;/em&gt; by j.lo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;first fragrance that i bought from the j.lo brand. this gives one a very sensual feeling and the fragrance makes it seems as though one is born with that smell. and therefore, because wearing it makes one feel kinda sexy, its now only worn on special occasions.this is the most musky perfume of all 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd05b3127cce90b47a3ed4cb00000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; by j.lo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second fragrance that i bought from the j.lo brand again.=). this is more fresh, kinda got a tiny bit of green tea smell and sweet smelling, but luckily not too sweet smelling like other brands. i prefer musky scents you see. this is used almost everytime im out shopping or off to school for it is more suitable for casual occasions.this is the least musky perfume of all 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd05b3127cce90b47a4b558e00000026118AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;miami glow&lt;/em&gt; by j.lo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third fragrance that i bought from the j.lo brand. again. keke. bought it today. still cant get over the smell. this fragrant is basically HOT. like the design of the cover had shown. it does gives one a beach feeling. cuz it got a teeny bit of suncream smell. which although is weird, but i happened to like the smell of suncreams. so maybe its all in the mind, it does gives one a feel of the sporting side of her. and since, im going to take up sports as my cca. this will be used whenever i have pe or cca or when im out to have fun the physical way.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i admit im a fan of j.lo and i seriously love her perfumes. cuz they really are the type of perfume that i like. although im trying to find a certain perfume that my oma gave during my primary school years, yes its darn long ago, but let me tell ya this, that scent was totally great. not too sweet. not too musky. just the way i like it. if only i can remember the name of it, i swear i will never find a new perfume after i find that perfume.and for now, like i had said, i used 3 different perfumes on different occasions, and although theres some sort of saying that talks about sticking to one perfume and all... well... *shrugs* i prefer changing to different scents.more fun. so erm yup.&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today. tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111167812601101413?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111167812601101413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111167812601101413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111167812601101413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111167812601101413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-was-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111158754343384115</id><published>2005-03-23T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T22:19:03.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheee~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt; today was &lt;strong&gt;wayyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;/strong&gt; better than i had expected to be. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*removing clips from the hair in the meantime*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok erm. start with early this morning. at around 5:30am to 6am. the backrow of bus 5518 was a riot. wenyin is my new "lao gong". but i will talk more about it later. anyway. fabian was taking up 2 seats for more comfortable sleeping, furthermore wenyin and yithann had already shared a seat together, and i didnt wanna go all the way to the front again since the salty vegetable xian yin was like behind me and all. so i woke fabian up and made him give up one of his seats. and i ended up sitting right behind yithann and wenyin again. so being close buddies that we are, we talked non stop and listen to my mp3 with wenyin. didnt know he like spice girls also. keke.&lt;br /&gt;and we were totally awake today. except for yithann. kept on pretending to sleep. or was it really for real?lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was 1/2 hour late today. and on the way to school. i got kinda stressed. got a great urge to just forget about the whole thing and go somewhere else. but heck ah. just headed to the school. i was like a little surprised when i reached there. it may be kinda old and all, yet it gave me a certain good feeling which till now i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to the hall. kind hearted teacher direct me to my orientation group : og9. at 1st was quite awkward. especially when we had our OG period for the first time. i was quite blur during our 1st game, which broke the ice between all of us. OG period was fun. got to know priscillia. shes one year and one month older than me. we chatted throughout the whole day. especially through the boring talks. then got to know nasir and roughy [his real name is raffi but i prefer callin him dis] and im his kak cuz i am 4 days older than him. lol. and they were our chatting parthners throughout the talks. especially that roughy. TOTALLY LAME. he was telling me damn lame stuffs throughout. but nothing could compete with my wriggly fingers that the homies taught me. he couldnt master it no matter how. wahaha. hes a real joker la. made everyone laughed. oh and nasir and roughy got fooled by my facade, they thought i was those darn quiet goody 2 shoes kinda girl, and they got a shock out of their lives once we started talking.lol.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention our og leader, gabriel. so cute! lol. he and roughy. purfect lame parthners. he is nice la. we talked to him all day. and they were darn surprised when i speak chinese. you should have seen everyone faces. so cute!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;then time just flew quickly, and orientation for today was over. but hearing that bartley students are coming tomorrow, priscillia and me decided to wait for the stocks to arrive, along with julian and a malay girl that i kept on forgetting her name. sorry! keke. gabriel also joined us and we lepak in the canteen. julian is a bit more tomboyish than i am, and to her, me and priscillia are quite bimbotic in her eyes cuz we were talking bout eyelashes and teasing gabriel's eyelashes, and kept on talking about plucking eyebrows too. lol. and gabriel intro us the infamous tadpole dessert in the school. while we munched on our snacks. i couldnt finish my famous amos cookies, so i left it on his file, and he had to finished it. keke. and all of us talked about our relationships and all while waiting for the stocks to arrive. cant believe 3 of the OGL thought that i was either a minah or an ahlian at first. how, not nice huh? but im keeping a low profile in this school for now, and everyting had been going smoothly, so it was basically fun in school today la... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cwp. met up with yithann. was suppose to meet up with xinchi, wenyin, wenzhi too. but they all busy. then xinyu pangseh us to be with her "date". so no choice, i organize the movie trip, i will fufil it. so me and yithann watched &lt;em&gt;the spongebob movie &lt;/em&gt;together whilst xinyu was also watching the same movie at the same time at the other side of the theatre. anyway, the show was lame to the core man. was practically laughing the whole time. especially the little tunes that spongebob sang. lol.&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, went to metro to try to search for j.lo new perfume &lt;em&gt;miami glow&lt;/em&gt;, i so wanna buy it lo. but dont have, so i guess, maybe i hafta go sun plaza to search for it tomorrow. in the meantime, i tried a perfume called &lt;em&gt;sweet sixteen. &lt;/em&gt;tried it cuz i am sixteen. keke. and the perfume smelt like  &lt;em&gt;roccobarocco gold jeans&lt;/em&gt;. nice-ness~ which reminds me that im suppose to buy the miniature perfume of that since last year and &lt;em&gt;dkny be delicious&lt;/em&gt; minature perfume too&lt;em&gt;. escada rockin' rio &lt;/em&gt;is too sweet for me though, so it was kinda sad cuz i wanted to buy that intially too.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, den we went to cold storage to buy food for tomorrow, and sweets to munch on on our way back. and no, the sweet didnt taste nice at all. to me at least. only wenyin, ciauer, my sista and mother think it taste nice... *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it for today i guess. tomorrow hafta be in school till 1630. better get some sleep~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111158754343384115?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111158754343384115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111158754343384115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111158754343384115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111158754343384115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/wheee-today-was-wayyyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111147473837564070</id><published>2005-03-22T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T14:58:58.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh. both pangseh each other. quite expected tho. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;still why izit that i cant come but she cant???&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to prepare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.10 hair clips&lt;br /&gt;2.thick rubberband&lt;br /&gt;3.bag for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;4.wallet&lt;br /&gt;5.paperworks&lt;br /&gt;6.passport&lt;br /&gt;7.handphone&lt;br /&gt;8.pens&lt;br /&gt;9.notebook&lt;br /&gt;10.me myself n i =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111147473837564070?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111147473837564070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111147473837564070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111147473837564070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111147473837564070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111145062433560497</id><published>2005-03-22T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T08:17:04.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes ah~ got into my first choice.&lt;br /&gt;but im not yet prepared for tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wateva~i am off to sleep again for now. gonna have a busy afternoon.... zZz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111141384333568721</id><published>2005-03-21T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T00:26:08.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so high today~&lt;br /&gt;high as in bein crazy to the ppl i am/was toking to in msn. kept on changing my userpic and kept on nudging the homies. lol. and he chatted with me just now. his mother is so sweet!!!! especially what she had said. im so going to see her during mother's day with pretty carnations. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went swimming today. and had a successful tanning session too. wheee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 8am tml, i will know where the hell i wil be posted. cant hear "grandmother"story tho.sianz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till tml... im off~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111141384333568721?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111141384333568721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111141384333568721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111141384333568721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111141384333568721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-so-high-today-high-as-in-bein-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111124662117929791</id><published>2005-03-19T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T23:37:01.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was supposed to stay at home and rot all day today. or so i thought..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had family dinner just now at peking restaurant near the seaside. that place brings about so much memories... we drove past a very big field that was meant for horse riding, which was also the place where i had my kindergarthen sports day at. have i ever really talk about my hilltop kindergarthen? i guess not, i will talk about it tomorrow, after i found the photos. its sucha great place for children to study in. especially when compared to the other kindergarthen behind my house that i studied at. yes, i studied at two kindergarthens. because hilltop was more westernized and thus didnt teach chinese which my mother was concerned about.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i feel glamourous today. of the way i dolled myself up, especially my hairstyle =) the food was so-so.&lt;br /&gt;even my fourth aunt suggest i should go kl to study. especially since my cousins and buddies are there!! but then. the mother just wouldn't hear to it. in her eyes, im just too wild. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;anyway, while we were going home, mum took a wrong turn and we ended up driving along the other seaside while danga bay is situated at. the place is currently having a funfair and it looks soooo fun. but my dad was in sucha bad mood. knowing we cant go is like duh~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna be so busy next week. terribly busy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111124662117929791?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111124662117929791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111124662117929791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111124662117929791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111124662117929791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-was-supposed-to-stay-at-home-and-rot.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111116276049398748</id><published>2005-03-19T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:23:14.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everytime i read naf's blog, i just get so inspired but i do not know why or what im inspired about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i seriously cant wait for next week, to know where im gonna be post. a sudden urge to be extremely hardworking. most propably because i miss studying. as ironic as it sounds, yes i do. and i miss going to school. im a school type of person. prefers going to school to staying at home and laze all day.&lt;br /&gt;mum was right though. im glad i didnt get any job in the end. why? cuz i got to play and laze around for four months. and thats like quite enough fun to satisfy myself before i start studying again and slog 24/7. yea, i guess she's right after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to be a hardworking bitch. it seems fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially after what dad said during lunch. about my future. never knew he would analyse it to the extent of the sudden death of future husband or other negative stuffs life may want me to face. [CHOY!] but anyway. yea. crave to be an independent woman in the future. more secure than relying on men. trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111116276049398748?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111116276049398748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111116276049398748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111116276049398748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111116276049398748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/everytime-i-read-nafs-blog-i-just-get.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111116064526317712</id><published>2005-03-18T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T23:44:05.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exhausted~&lt;br /&gt;lent the sister my jacket today cuz she asked me personally. =)&lt;br /&gt;the parents went for full body check up in geneagles this morning. and so the sister and i went to forum's coffee bean to have breakfast.salmon scramble and berry treasure for me. oOolala~ and salmon scramble and sunrise for the sis.anyway, before heading back to wait for them again, we went for a little walk down orchard. and the sister embarrassed me! no actually she didnt, she embarrassed herself, and while i was lecturing her, she gave me the stupid blur look she always gives whenever she something bad. and i stopped short. i didnt know what to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;after that, the parents were hungry, and they went to coffee bean again to have their brunch. had apple crumble [yummylicious] and sweddish berry tea this time round.&lt;br /&gt;after that, dad dropped us at shaw center before heading to work and thus the mother, sista and i went far east. bought a pair of shoes and fancy rubberbands. we were rushing for time for the mother was late for her dentist appointment at mount elizabeth. and the sis and i practically rotted at the clinic. we didnt realise mum was gonna take sucha freaking long time you see.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had dinner at taka and bought a pair of earrings at wisma before heading towards centrepoint to meet dad.while waiting, tons of junk foods were thrown into the trolley for ultimate snacking at home. the parents didnt react at all, i guess they are too used to seeing big packets of lays and ruffles along with expensive chocolates and little packets of biscuits in the trolley. lol.&lt;br /&gt;im dead tired. strutting the whole of orchard in heels. crazy decision i know. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for next week's chalet. im like soooooooo prepared for it. wheeeeeeee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111116064526317712?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111116064526317712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111116064526317712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111116064526317712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111116064526317712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/exhausted-lent-sister-my-jacket-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111104898779790881</id><published>2005-03-17T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T16:43:07.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i do not like the fact that the mother always gets angry at me over my refusal to lent or help the sister stuffs when the mother asked for it instead of the sister.&lt;br /&gt;its like. no im not being selfish. its just that i do not like to lent the sister my stuffs or help her out when she didnt ask for it herself cuz i do not like to be unappreciated. and that is exactly how the sister will repay me when i do that. instead she will just take it for granted just cuz the mother did the asking and she thinks that i could have said no, but since i said yes, thats my own fucking problem. in other words, she will just takes things for granted and i so do not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recent case: borrowing of my black sweater-like jacket.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mother just asked me to lent the sister this favourite jacket of mine tomorrow cuz that imbecile is going to be wearing a sleeveless shirt tomorrow to go along with her new skirt. and the mother is scared that she will be cold, so she asked me to lent her my precious jacket &lt;b&gt;WHEN&lt;/b&gt; that imbecile already has a pink jacket that will go along even more nicely with the skirt than my jacket. but no. the mother strongly thinks my black jacket will go along even nicer with that skirt just because the sister often wears her pink jacket to school. and thus its labelled by the mother as "worn to school only". but i stubbornly refuse to lent the sister the jacket unless she asked me personally, and the mother got pissed off with that and threatened me that she will not be paying for any of my spendings tomorrow. and that is so &lt;b&gt;UNFAIR&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;previous case: the cleaning of heidi's cage. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day was going to be the sister's piano theory exam and its almost midnight and she is still studying. therefore, the mother asked me to clean her cage. i grumbled unfair and the mother told me that the sister often helps in the cleaning of heidi's cage when it was my turn during the o level's last year. i reminded her that i had to practically beg the sister to help me in it even though it was my o's and i was dead tired. and yet, now i had to help her clean the cage just because the mother said so while the sister had done nothing about asking me to help her out? anyway, in the end i reluctantly helped the sister to clean heidi's cage and even carried the heavy cage up to the parent's bedroom [for heidi sleep in the parent's bedroom]. without even a word "thanks", the sister showed me some attitude problem and i reminded her that i helped her to clean the cage and therefore whats her bloody problem. she simply replied "i did not ask you to clean the cage to begin with". period. to say that im not at all freaking pissed? that will be an absolute big lie. i do not like to be unappreciated and shits like that and i swore to not help her out unless she ask me personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and therefore, i will stick to what i had sworn. even if it means i will not benefit at all. after all, its not my fault to begin with. its the mother's fault for doting her so much. and the sister's fault for acting like a haughty bitch.period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111104898779790881?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111104898779790881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111104898779790881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111104898779790881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111104898779790881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-do-not-like-fact-that-mother-always.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111098939126496073</id><published>2005-03-17T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T00:09:51.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changed e blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;not up to my standards.&lt;br /&gt;wil purfect it later on today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;nitey~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111098939126496073?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111098939126496073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111098939126496073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111098939126496073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111098939126496073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/changed-e-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111097817322310392</id><published>2005-03-16T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T21:02:53.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was 45 minutes late today.&lt;br /&gt;you think that was bad?&lt;br /&gt;well, apparently, someone was 1 hour 7 minutes late, which in other words, my dear buddy, wong zhenhui, was 22 minutes later than me! nice eh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, all was forgiven, lepak at coffee bean, my favourite hangout, and finally he bought the right drink for me, swedish berry tea. not some raspberry soda like the other time. lol.&lt;br /&gt;and we talk and all, then, he called min jhon over. &lt;strike&gt;and mr thongzhen! you are so not forgiven. im gonna kill you the next time i see you. why you tell zhenhui!!!!!!!!!! i tell you not to tell anyone right? he keep on teasing me you know!!&lt;/strike&gt; and so the 3 of us lepak lo [like duh~] zhenhui was threatened many times for teasing and giving me certain looks. lol.&lt;br /&gt;aiya. it was fun to lepak with them again.always had been. =) at 1st wana intro em 2 ma mum and al. but mum and sis shy. so too bad lo.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, mum sis and i went shopping. whee~ bought a pair of pants, ready to be worn on next sat's class chalet. and an ultra cute shirt. teehee~ indulge in a japanese restaurant for lunch and chinese restaurant for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;i saw something that i like alot, but mum said it doesnt suits me. saw the shoes i wanted to buy for whichever-school im gonna be posted to. mum think its nice. now i just wana know where i will be posted to. hopefully my 1st choice. then i will know what colour to buy =)&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, aint going no where, for the family is going out on friday to singapore again.&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today. waiting for zhenhui to sent me the pics i took of them. till then... bubye. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111097817322310392?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111097817322310392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111097817322310392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111097817322310392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111097817322310392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-was-45-minutes-late-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111094691654914632</id><published>2005-03-16T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T12:21:56.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>meeting the buddy at 1pm plus at city square.&lt;br /&gt;whos gonna be late today?&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111094691654914632?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111094691654914632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111094691654914632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111094691654914632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111094691654914632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/meeting-buddy-at-1pm-plus-at-city.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111087534899272598</id><published>2005-03-15T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T16:46:34.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ARGH.&lt;/strong&gt;i am so darn freaking piss. really.&lt;br /&gt;what the hell had my dad done to the bloody comp?&lt;br /&gt;its like the msn aint working properly. the friendster aint working. everything just aint working the way it should be. whats worst is the fact that the internet connection is damn bloody slow.&lt;br /&gt;and i know exactly why. ok not entirely, but sumhow i do know. its all thanks to the father. install this and that to "safeguard" the comp. and thus the comp is acting like a bitch now. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;it took me months to somehow disabled those silly stuffs just so that everything can be working in purfect order like a good old comp shld be. and now its all screwed up again.&lt;br /&gt;this is worst than having a virus in your comp...&lt;br /&gt;argh. argh. argh... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was right. hes back in jb, goin back 2 kl on fri. lets hope he can make it tml den...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til den, im off, to damn the comp...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111087534899272598?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111087534899272598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111087534899272598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111087534899272598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111087534899272598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/argh_15.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111077983964248504</id><published>2005-03-14T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T13:57:19.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oOo...id disappeared for about a week, not on purpose though,its just that the comp was kinda down, and dad was doin some stufs with it and thus disallowed me to use the comp.actuali, i stil cant use it now. but... me bein rebellious and a comp[+ blog]-addict, im gonna do a short update so as to show this blog aint dead yet too... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week had been quite eventful actually... but ive forgotten what exactly happened...&lt;br /&gt;hmm,on wed, my mum and i went to mount elizabeth to visit our dentist. wheee!! i like to visit the dentist actually,cuz my dentist,Dr djeng, is sucha darling. he always treats me like a little girl, and he's sucha pro. i show him the little round "pimple" in my gums, and one look at it, he confirmed that there is an infection in my root canal, and so went for x-tray and all, and hes dead right. turns out the little "pimple" was an infection caused by that. $700 plus for that lil operation on that lil tooth. hafta go next month, twice, two hours each, with medication to be taken for another 3 months after that, doesnt sounds nice eh? anyway, went shopping after that and bought that shirt i wanted to buy on results day. im destined to have that shirt. and we went for dinner at modesto's after that. the service was excellent, but the food was disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;swimming and tanning session on thurs. drank 2 different kinda very nutritious food juice after that.&lt;br /&gt;nothing interesting on friday, just eating our way around the neighbourhood's hawker centers and snack non-stop after dinner. you should see the way we eat. &lt;br /&gt;went for buffet dinner at pulai springs resort on saturday, and watched 3 vcds nonstop on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;yea, thats me and my current lazy lifestyle. very relaxing though, no stress... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 missed calls from zhenhui this mornin. just saw the phone. guess i better go and call him back. seems urgent. or maybe, hes back in jb again =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. chuan lim, i wana go class chalet&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s.s bout the overnight thingy, i aint confirm, see who is actuali staying overnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111001369093092731</id><published>2005-03-05T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T17:08:10.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ordinary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a great poet once spoke:&lt;br /&gt;spare me from the ordinary,&lt;br /&gt;please only the sublime&lt;br /&gt;for im so tired and im so mired&lt;br /&gt;in the little girl's rhyme&lt;br /&gt;and her meter that peters&lt;br /&gt;and her visions that breaks,&lt;br /&gt;oh not another line of herbs&lt;br /&gt;can i possibly take&lt;br /&gt;for what she is&lt;br /&gt;and what she ever shall be&lt;br /&gt;is boring,&lt;br /&gt;and dull,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;ordinary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111001369093092731?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111001369093092731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111001369093092731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111001369093092731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111001369093092731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/ordinary.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-111000695066454243</id><published>2005-03-05T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T15:15:50.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love this song... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've seen your face a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;Have all your stories memorized&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed your lips a million ways&lt;br /&gt;But I still love to have you around&lt;br /&gt;I've held you too many times to count&lt;br /&gt;I think I know you inside out&lt;br /&gt;And we're together most days&lt;br /&gt;But I still love to have you around&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I want and it's not just phase&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I trust, our love is the real thing&lt;br /&gt;Don't go away&lt;br /&gt;My love (my love)&lt;br /&gt;I want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;Don't go away&lt;br /&gt;My lover (my love)&lt;br /&gt;I'm happiest when we spend time&lt;br /&gt;You're a salty water ocean wave&lt;br /&gt;You knock me down, you kiss my face&lt;br /&gt;I know the storms will always come&lt;br /&gt;But I still love to have you around&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows what will come next&lt;br /&gt;So emotional, you're so complex&lt;br /&gt;A rollercoaster built to crash&lt;br /&gt;But I still love to have you around&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I want and it's not just phase&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I trust, our love is the real thing&lt;br /&gt;Don't go away&lt;br /&gt;My love (my love)&lt;br /&gt;I want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;Don't go away&lt;br /&gt;My lover (my love)&lt;br /&gt;I'm happiest when we spend time (it's only you and I)&lt;br /&gt;It's you there when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And you in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you'd still be mine&lt;br /&gt;Or I'd really need to have you around&lt;br /&gt;Don't go away&lt;br /&gt;My love (my love)&lt;br /&gt;I want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;Don't go away&lt;br /&gt;My lover (my love)&lt;br /&gt;I need you, you're my love supply&lt;br /&gt;Don't go away&lt;br /&gt;My love (you're my love supply)&lt;br /&gt;I want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;In my life (every day, every night)&lt;br /&gt;Don't go away&lt;br /&gt;My love (you're my love supply)&lt;br /&gt;I need you, you're my love supply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-111000695066454243?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/111000695066454243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=111000695066454243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111000695066454243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/111000695066454243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110994992397628171</id><published>2005-03-04T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T23:25:23.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok something good had happened for the past hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got the pictures, and have uploaded them.&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;read ma god daughter, xinchi'c blog. she wrote a poem for me you see, and its about me, and its oh-so-sweet..&lt;br /&gt;aww~ thanks sweetie. lov ya. muackz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110994992397628171?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110994992397628171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110994992397628171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110994992397628171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110994992397628171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/ok-something-good-had-happened-for.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110994255337999977</id><published>2005-03-04T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T21:22:33.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn.&lt;br /&gt;i need something interesting and exciting in my life right now. lifes a bore. especially when my mother dont even wanna go shopping with me, even if its just window shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;this is another whinning entry. cuz im seriously bored.&lt;br /&gt;was it a mistake for not going out to watch movies with the guy homies today? even if i was just the only girl? i seriously dont know.&lt;br /&gt;no one seemed really over the moon today, even though i guess there is no reason for them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main event for today is... watchin tv. mop the floor. watch tv. play comp. mother's treat at a cafe. play comp again....&lt;br /&gt;life is sucha bored. i cant wait to go to school again. why cant they just tell me where the hell im post to asap? its beta to get all excited to prepare to go school, then just sit and rot at home. being freaking busy is way better than being bored you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god damn it.&lt;br /&gt;to those taking os this year... dont crave for the 3 months hols. it may seem so fun and all. no homework. no stress. no nothing. but you will regret it. even if you are working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla~&lt;br /&gt;lifes a bore&lt;br /&gt;im bore to death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110994255337999977?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110994255337999977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110994255337999977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110994255337999977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110994255337999977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110986461784591308</id><published>2005-03-03T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T23:43:37.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god. im seriously shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i will be able to sleep tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110986461784591308?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110986461784591308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110986461784591308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110986461784591308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110986461784591308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/god.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110986123457243982</id><published>2005-03-03T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:47:14.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. i m so freaking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;after all the excitement...&lt;br /&gt;last minute cancelling? or izit pangseh.&lt;br /&gt;no im sorry, i dont understand. cuz this aint the first time no more.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought you knew me better than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;i hate last minute changes. totally.&lt;br /&gt;i ended my friendship and "sister-ship" with the last person who did that...&lt;br /&gt;you knew it, and i hope you are not the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.argh.argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god my mum is sucha an angel. she promised to treat me for lunch tml.&lt;br /&gt;manage to tone down the anger.&lt;br /&gt;but im still pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110986123457243982?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110986123457243982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110986123457243982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110986123457243982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110986123457243982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110976354296928211</id><published>2005-03-02T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T19:39:02.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im gonna translate one of my favourite songs in here. its quite an old song, but that doesnt mean i cant like it what. right?&lt;br /&gt;its&lt;strong&gt; hao xin fen shou&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;candy lo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never once imagine i will ask for a break up&lt;br /&gt;maybe cuz you are too used to me being beside you&lt;br /&gt;although theres many reasons for me leaving you&lt;br /&gt;but looking at how surprised you are is enough too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[verse]&lt;br /&gt;i think more than you do, fighting the loneliness with you&lt;br /&gt;i have a stronger personality than you do, how can i be your sheep&lt;br /&gt;i am younger than you, dont believe i will not find my happiness&lt;br /&gt;lifted up my head and said those words&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;in the end im more proud than you&lt;br /&gt;from now on im no longer in your prison&lt;br /&gt;cant think about your good points&lt;br /&gt;just remember all the quarrels we had&lt;br /&gt;wished to grow old together&lt;br /&gt;yet i cant do it with you&lt;br /&gt;if you love me less than i do&lt;br /&gt;at least i left before you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never once imagine i would ask for a break up&lt;br /&gt;unless you thought that i would tolerate everything&lt;br /&gt;even if you are trying hard to retrieve everything back now&lt;br /&gt;its only cuz you cant accept the fact that im leaving first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[verse]&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110976354296928211?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110976354296928211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110976354296928211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110976354296928211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110976354296928211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-gonna-translate-one-of-my-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110975440136285948</id><published>2005-03-02T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T17:06:41.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh gosh. i cried at least two times today. and they were for two reasons, but done by humans.&lt;br /&gt;yes, the cruelty of humans and the damage done by them...&lt;br /&gt;the first one was due to a video that lina sent. about skinning animals alive just for their fur. you could even see tears in the poor animal's eyes. i didnt dare watch the entire video. it was too painful to watch. really.... hati sakit sia... =s&lt;br /&gt;the second one was due to a movie on channel 5, about world war 2, the process and aftermath of it. the kids especially... sighz.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wana go on about it. cuz its reli sad, to even imagine that such things actually happens in real life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110975440136285948?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110975440136285948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110975440136285948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110975440136285948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110975440136285948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110969597070382864</id><published>2005-03-01T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T16:55:10.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we went crazy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, melody's kiasu-ism is very contagious, and with my father warning me not to go home without getting my singpass, xinyu, yongyee and i took the morning bus to spore.&lt;br /&gt;and so along with yonglim and wenzhi, we went took the 5121vip bus to siling pri sch. along the way, we kinda tortured an innocent ger who happened to be standing in the middle whilst we were shouting from one end to another. lol.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we walked to civics, and it was not 8am, so we decided to went to mac to eat 1st. i was caught in a dilemma of eating big breakfast or hotcakes. so i asked the aunty to chose for me. and she said "since you are so skinny, you eat big breakfast lo." -_-" and so i chose that meal. and wasted 1/2 of it cuz i could not finish it.&lt;br /&gt;we were munching and talking about which school we should go to, what courses to take. bla bla bla. id made up my mind. so yea&lt;br /&gt;and so by the time we finished, it was 8:15, and we went to take our singpass, which was already quite crowded. it was quite stupid tho, go there just to type our password...&lt;br /&gt;and as you can see, wenzhi has a very good digestive system, and so we were waiting for him and this picture was taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd20b3127cce90d80b09fe0500000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis was taken with yonglim and yongyee. yonglim wanted to point middle finger, but i dont wana it to spoil the pic, and therefore his hand was covered. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, xinyu and i managed to persuade yonglim and wenzhi to play truant, and so we went to clementi, to some ulu place to play arcade for $2/hour. but we were kinda too early, and so we waited outside since we already have each other for company... and sooooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd20b3127cce90d80b1e7f2200000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is xinyu listening to my mp3. a candid shot. gl rite? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd20b3127cce90d80b1bfe1700000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and wenzhi. he was carrying my bag as well as his.;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd20b3127cce90d80ba3feaf00000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenzhi and yonglim. we were all having heart to heart talks you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd20b3127cce90d8f5437f0000000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we applied mascara on wenzhi's eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd20b3127cce90d8f542fe3100000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a closer view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den wenzhi hafta go sp or else he will missed another lesson.and so yongyee yonglim xinyu and i went 2 cwp again. yongyee left 4 his frenz, and we met up with lisa. had lunch at food court. this tim yonglim hafta go sp for lessons. so is us 3 girls.&lt;br /&gt;went all the way to the ite headquarters so that lisa can apply for the course she wants.&lt;br /&gt;and while we waitin for the bus, we were like joking and all. and i was telling them something, when a malay guy walked pass me, happened to caught my eye, and as he did, he gave me a flying kiss without the hand la. then i was like shocked and thus i went blur for a few minutes. lol. dont ask y i reacted like this. personal reasons. lol.&lt;br /&gt;finally the bus came, it was sucha long ride, and so. again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd20b3127cce90d8f5417f0200000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lisa and xinyu. xinyu make stupid face. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd20b3127cce90d8f540fe3300000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lisa and me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wen we finally reached, duno where the hell the wind came from, but it was blowing so hard, al my hair was covering my face, looked like a freak and cun see a thing. keke. then got 4 guys. they very comical. dun wana talk about them. lol.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the gurl serving lisa was ultra friendly. and pretty too!keke.&lt;br /&gt;on our way back in the mrt, lisa was making us laugh out loud. shes so cute! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the highlight of today.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, dad and i went online just now to apply and al. made 2 choices only. maybe i will regret. hope not. just hope i will get my 1st choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for friday... wheee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110969597070382864?l=darl-lene.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-7530596.post-110960034445499400</id><published>2005-02-28T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:59:34.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o's results release day '05</title><content type='html'>i am so pathetic. i failed to fufil all my plans for today. ok, not all. but most.&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt actually sleep a wink last night, all i got was an hour sleep before i hafta wake up and prepare myself. so when i hafta wake up, i felt sick.dizzy and all those shits.&lt;br /&gt;i was still unfine by the time i reached city hall. keep on wanting to puke, and i almost did in the mrt. so here it shows, how bad it is to have insufficient amount of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;met up with xinyu and cheryl [fufil plan:1x] and we went to the esplanade. haagen daz aint open til eleven, so we had a lil fun before leaving for orchard.&lt;br /&gt;had brunch at orchard and went for a lil shopping trip. im quite a shopaholic you see, so its a must to relieve whatever negative feelings i have in me. and so i bought a skirt for $9 at future state and a top inside wisma atria's isetan. i saw a sweater-like top that i liked alot, but... the 2 girls were like psychoing me, so i didnt even got to try it. took a look at j.lo's clothings, not that nice like i expected it to be...&lt;br /&gt;and so bla bla bla. we reached cwp at 12 plus, no time to go city square, so wateva la. meet cw at 12:30 saw ziyang also. his hair shocked me. lol. [1/2 fufil plan:2x] den highlight hair. dun ask y. lol. then go school with him and johnny, then see huipeng n her gang of frenz. turned out that they were asked to come back at four or five cuz they had dyed their hair and the school dont want to be embarrassed since the media was there. so it was like wtf. went all the way back to cwp again, this time with huipeng only, and bought 2 bottles of palty hairspray to be shared amongst us all.&lt;br /&gt;so you can guess how fast it was used up. i not that suay, cuz ma highlight wasnt as terrible as them, so i passed the "spot check" with flying colours. then wait for alloy cw and huipeng. huipeng's was damn jialat lol. we still managed to get in la. late of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.bla bla bla. everyone knows the process so i wun dwell on it. just wana say that i was so proud of tian xiang [xiang xiang] and jun young [yang yang], they brought glory to class 410'04. by proving the teachers wrong, those that looked down on us that is, and bringing glory to our class. =D&lt;br /&gt;then mrs tan not that bad la, not as naggy as cca open house '05. but wasnt that keen about it. lked at alloy. he gave me flying kiss, and vice versa. lol. then kacau mamasan, rethish and haikal. keke.&lt;br /&gt;was fucking nervous when i was about to get my results. cut tianxiang's and jun young's queue cuz they know their results liao ma. lol. as expected, fnn i failed. lol. oh and i finally passed biology. although i didnt pass bio with good grades, but considering the fact that i had never once manage to pass the CAs and exams, passing was like a miracle. ok. not exactly a miracle, but still, thank god for mrs chua's spotting, i guess it helped me alot. so yea. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, met up with yithann at canteen, talk to amzah for awhile, then left school with yit hann lo.  was quite in a high at first, still laughing and bullying him for making fun of me. then. he appeared. i dont wana talk about it. it still hurts you see. so yea, after all these while, he still managed to dampen my mood. i wonder when will i finally get over him. im just thankful im not that foolish enough to still have love for him. it makes everything better.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, met up with xinchi.xinyu and cheryl at cwp,watched &lt;em&gt;hide and seek &lt;/em&gt;with them. the show wasnt that great after all, love the little girl only. then yit hann crazy one lo! keep on hiding behind his bag. lol.&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, met up with yonglim and wenzhi. thats when the real fun began... hehe. bought food at long john and 7-11 then tok cok all the way into the custom. made yit hann carry ma bag while i dance around. lol. anyway, in a weird way, there were long queues in the custom, so we were like lining up and all, and they started their lame jokes again. especially when yit hann keep on doing that american accent "its awesome man" and some china accent. still laughing our way out.&lt;br /&gt;sat at the stairs, the rest of the homies [some were not there tho] were already dere, melody went to had a surgery, and now she had become from having single eyelids to having double eyelids. heh. then saw my dear godsis, xuenie, and yongyee and yirou and alot la. the homies consist of a big group you see... so there we were, good old days, talk cok and laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;things got better when we were in the bus, crazier to be exact. i shall not list them out tho, it was too long. just that, xinyu is still the carpet girl cuz of an inside joke on the holiday trip to genting, yithan and wenzhi suddenly having bigger breasts then me, they giving me 2 nicknames namely "xiao fei" [lil fatty] cuz im too skinny and "xiao mie mie" cuz i dont have big breast. lol&lt;br /&gt;picture of the whole of today will be uploaded by thursday, it wil be e exact title as this. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;nitey =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110950424610553820</id><published>2005-02-27T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T22:37:22.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;things to be done:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*facial [clay] {achieved}&lt;br /&gt;*facial [Za mask] {achieved}&lt;br /&gt;*call xinyu {achieved}&lt;br /&gt;*zhenhui call me {achieved}&lt;br /&gt;*sms/call tin lan&lt;br /&gt;*sms lexine {achieved}&lt;br /&gt;*sms chanel {achieved}&lt;br /&gt;*confirm something with ain&lt;br /&gt;*get mentally prepared {1/2 achieved}&lt;br /&gt;*get physically prepared {achieved}&lt;br /&gt;*prepare for tomorrow {achieved}&lt;br /&gt;*plan properly with darling yit hann *bleargh* lol {achieved}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomorrow:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*meet up with xinyu had city hall mrt&lt;br /&gt;*have teppanyaki creation at esplanade's haagen daz&lt;br /&gt;*buy a Sabina lingerie&lt;br /&gt;*express manicure at city square&lt;br /&gt;*meet up with tin lan for awhile&lt;br /&gt;*meet up with my son at cwp at 12pm [&lt;strong&gt;dont u dare be late&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;*meet up with amzar at sch canteen&lt;br /&gt;*meet up with mimi at sch canteen&lt;br /&gt;*be calm&lt;br /&gt;*dont reveal my results to anyone[lol]&lt;br /&gt;*meet up with yit han at sch canteen&lt;br /&gt;*bring son to buy plan&lt;br /&gt;*meet up with xinyu at cwp&lt;br /&gt;*buy tops at orchard. most prollie topshop.zara&lt;br /&gt;*meet up with the homies at custom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. im not bragging. i will try my best to fufil what needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;and yes. they are in order.&lt;br /&gt;so yea.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and good luck to everyone for tml.&lt;br /&gt;muackz =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110950424610553820?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110950424610553820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110950424610553820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110950424610553820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110950424610553820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/things-to-be-done-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110948854712332836</id><published>2005-02-27T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T15:15:47.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;kids these days...&lt;br /&gt;take a look of yourself in the mirror will you?&lt;br /&gt;or are you too blind to see...&lt;br /&gt;you're like the most bhb person ive ever seen man.&lt;br /&gt;*spat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;dad told me over dinner last night that hes gonna buy me a new digi cam.&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baked yoghurt apple cake yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;success = 90%&lt;br /&gt;didnt get the chance to take a picture of it, mum ate it when i went up to borrow digi cam from sis. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other then that,&lt;br /&gt;i need to call zhenhui.xinyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh before i 4got...&lt;br /&gt;*died of over anxiety*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110948854712332836?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110948854712332836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110948854712332836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110948854712332836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110948854712332836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/roll-eyes-kids-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110934914969196389</id><published>2005-02-26T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T00:32:29.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just killed another mosquito. 1 more to go, along with a flying cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i blog-hopped. been to nisa's blog. saw something i rather not see. haven really gotten over him you see, more like running away from it.&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, do go to her blog and see.&lt;br /&gt;and when you saw that picture, do know that &lt;b&gt;i&lt;/b&gt; was the one who took that picture. we were in a japanese restaurant and i was playing around with his phone, therefore i took that picture of him. it was last year, the day before 2005.&lt;br /&gt;and no, it doesnt mean im having any hopes about re-uniting. no. not anymore. cuz i know him. the fact that the picture still exist aint cuz he treasures it. hes just dont see the need to do it.so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just take note that, me haven gotten over him doesnt means that i still have love for him. it doesnt makes sense i know. but it will if you put yourself in my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;thats all for tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110934914969196389?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110934914969196389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110934914969196389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110934914969196389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110934914969196389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-just-killed-another-mosquito.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110934265252760440</id><published>2005-02-25T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T22:44:12.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes ah! i finally killed the 3 irritating mosquitos. &lt;br /&gt;its not nice when you are doing something, then suddenly, theres a loud buzz at your ear. i hate it. why? cuz i have a phobia of it entering ma ear hole or nose and then got trap and lay eggs inside me. yes, ive been afraid of mosquitos or any other insects that come near me ever since that horrifiying tale that my mother read from the newspaper.ewww. no... argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im looking at my hair. and im so sick of it. why the hell did i actually cut it after my prom?! or else i would be able to perm it. but no. i was stupid. i was dying for a new hairstyle and thus i went to cut it. and that asshole practically cut my hair too thin, i hafta cut my hair short for now, so that my hair will not be so fine, just so that i will not look horrendous after i perm it.&lt;br /&gt;so... how long must i wait not? i asked my mum.&lt;br /&gt;and the reply was...&lt;br /&gt;2-3 months..... &lt;br /&gt;*WAILS*..... so much of everything!!!soooooo loooooong.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. ive been wanting to highlight my hair since last year. then the mother keep on dragging and dragging. and you know what?! she tricked me! this morning, as i was lazing around on their bed watching tv, she told me she wanted to go see doctor. so i didnt tag along. yet when she came back, she had the cheek to tell me she just went to dye her hair. without bringing me along!!! *rolls eyes* &lt;br /&gt;i wonder how long must i wait......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to the most dreaded day of my life. i wonder how am i gonna take it...&lt;br /&gt;pee in my pants? oh no. i dont wear pants. so dont even think of seeing me pee. &lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110934265252760440?l=darl-lene.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-7530596.post-110916125998697137</id><published>2005-02-23T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:31:51.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i baked peach konnyaku cake today.&lt;br /&gt;not exactly what i called baking. more like boiling. its kinda a jelly cake you see.&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;success = 92%&lt;br /&gt;and it looks like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc02b3127cce9023915ab3e500000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc02b3127cce902391bb323400000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when its slice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc02b3127cce902391a7322800000016108AYuGrFo2bN0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. the family likes it alot. but i only like the top part... why? cuz the bottom part is made of 800ml of milk... and im not a huge fan of milk. so yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today is the last day of cny. suppose to eat glutinous rice balls. no one bothered to cook. so forget it lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... here are some pictures i was suppose to put up long ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea... my beloved, most adorable, cutest baby cousin. =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc02b3127cce902390df72c800000016108AYuGrFo2bN0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc02b3127cce902390c2f3e500000016108AYuGrFo2bN0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister took it. so he didnt look that cute as he is suppose to be. &lt;br /&gt;and this is me with my 2nd youngest cousin. hes a nice lil boy who loves to stick around with me. and vice versa of course! =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc02b3127cce902390e972fe00000016108AYuGrFo2bN0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked horrible. but whatever. its me with nothing on my face. no foundation, no concealer, no nothing. whatever la! lol.&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;heidi!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc02b3127cce9023916d32e200000016108AYuGrFo2bN0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that lil leg that is sticking out behind. cute-ness. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before i go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the girl in your heart, not in your mind. If you base your relationship on feelings, it will fail for there are ups &amp; downs in feelings. Girls are there to be loved, not toyed around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love her for who she is. Don't even think about changing any bit about her. 6billion people in this world &amp; 6 billion different personalities. She's special &amp; she will stay that way. You change any part of her, you'll change her forever. &lt;br /&gt;Don't substitute her for anyone else, they are just unique in their own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love whole-heartedly. She sacrificed a lot for you so you'd better really treassure her. She could have just got up &amp; date a so much more dashing guy in town but she chose you instead all because of love. So love her guys, not play with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't just get the girl to beg you to stay or whatsoever. If you're with her, love her. Don't cause a strain in the relationship, you'll end up loving each other out of pity or charity, that's not respecting love at all. Respect love the &lt;br /&gt;way it is &amp; everything will be the best it can be. I've &lt;br /&gt;been there &amp; I know how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect perfection from her. She's the only one in the world &amp; she's done the best she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like another girl while you're in a relationship? Then I think it's time you remain single for a while. Don't go around breaking girls' hearts, it's the most tragic thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell the truth, never hide anything from her. If you want her to tell you everything, do the same. Don't go calling other girls "honey" or "darling", how &lt;br /&gt;would it feel if your girl calls other guys the same way? Be faithful, enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socialise only when you're single. You socialise &amp; flirt around is to get the girl of your dreams. Get it over when she's already yours, don't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never kills to be romantic. Think, be flexible. Getting that diamond ring isn't the only gift for her. Be realistic, she's human &amp; she lives life just like &lt;br /&gt;you. Something sweet &amp; simple always get the job done. Money doesn't exist between &lt;br /&gt;couples, it's the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never promise her that you'll love her forever because your forever might end the next day. Love her as if each day is the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet talks only apply for singles, not for attached guys. Do that &amp; you'll really break your girl's heart. Isn't good being too well-known too, it'll &lt;br /&gt;give her a sense of insecurity. Remember, INSECURITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise her &amp; make sure you never break it. Swear to her &amp; make sure you keep it. Pledge your love to her &amp; her alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving her is giving her your heart to break it but trusting her not to. Instead, she'll cherish it &amp; protect it. That's love. Give her your heart, your life, your everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your life &amp; prepare to die for her when the need arises. But stay strong &amp; live through another day, she can never live without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, ever walk out of her life. She won't just cry her heart out &amp; carry on living as per normal, she'd die. It her heart that you've broken, how would you ever know how she feels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winning a girl's heart isn't the final victory. Don't leave her once you've won her love. Love her all the way till the end of time, love her till marriage, love &lt;br /&gt;her till old age, love her till death. If you can love her till the end of time, you've earned the honor &amp; respect for you've truly loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chose you because she believes that you can fulfil your promise. Win her heart &amp; love her over. Remember, the girl isn't a trophy for display, she's someone to love, not to show off to your "friends". Stay humble yet proud that she's the one &lt;br /&gt;for you. Respect her for the way she is, never despise her &amp; never mistreat her, never even think of toying with her... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. i took this from fiqa's bulletin post again. but it is so true. if only id seen it way earlier. argh. whatever~&lt;br /&gt;guys, just bear this in mind yea? dont be another bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110916125998697137?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110916125998697137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110916125998697137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110916125998697137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110916125998697137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-baked-peach-konnyaku-cake-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110907217057152555</id><published>2005-02-22T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T19:36:10.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>baked the banana cake on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;success = 70%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad was sweet though. he brought those cakes to work the next day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;nothin special. sucks.fuckin fun. [in order according to the events of the day.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning. xinyu went to my house. she called me at around 6 sumthin, and when she reached, i had just woken up. so we were half chatting in my room, and i was trying to doll myself out in a speedy way. sat on dads car, and vrooom, went to spore lo. like duh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took the stuffs from yanping. met up with hamzah in city hall mrt station. planned to dump that thing at the place at outram mrt station. that bloody place didnt open. went to taka to eat at delifrance before going back to that place. still haven open. hafta kinda beg tha hamzah to take it back. and it pissed me of right after that. i hate to beg, i prefer asking someone and that person better agreed to it. so you can imagine how this guy scores for impression. how i wished that the bloody place was open. now, i hafta make a 2nd trip with him. damn. thank god i had xinyu for company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so met up with cheryl and off to city square. moi favourite place. and i never got sick of it, for the reason i went there aint entirely for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at our favourite japanese restaurant along with our favourite macha shake...and xinchi met up with us at there.&lt;br /&gt;then went to crossover. said hi to the guys there. tried on the pants. the 3 girls tried playing hide and seek with me while i was changing. jokingly demand the shop assistant to ask them back. he didnt dare to cuz he promise them not to. and thus, the poor guy was caught in a dilemma. lol. anyway. the pants were too long and big for me. could stuff another 1/2 of me into it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;then xinyu and cheryl parted with me and xinchi for awhile for both groups of us wanted to buy different things.&lt;br /&gt;bought a pair of pants in the end. denim type. but couldnt find the top i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;went to h2o and talk cok with the girl in there. we joked and made fun of each other 4 almost an hour. and that was the main reason why i like to go city square. to chat all day long with them. in other words, lepak la. =)&lt;br /&gt;and that was the main events of yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum bribe me outa the house today, for ice kachang.&lt;br /&gt;it was nice. to sit under a shade on a bloody hot weather and indulge in sumthin so cold and sweet. boy it feels like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;bought ingredients for the next 2 cakes i gonna bake. peach konnayaku something de, and apple yoghurt smthin de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then. im off.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110907217057152555?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110907217057152555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110907217057152555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110907217057152555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110907217057152555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/baked-banana-cake-on-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110882912258678285</id><published>2005-02-19T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T00:05:22.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bla bla bla~&lt;br /&gt;another day of a no-lifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum n i met up with my ex-piano teacher, went to a shop that sells everything you need for baking cakes, pastries, biscuits... ya dah ya dah... it was like close to heaven to me. all those stuffs, each looked amazing, ready to decorate and bake stuffs. wanted to buy them all. just bought some ingredients and a recipe book. gonna bake banana cake tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i was an f&amp;n student, but sadly i had seem to give back all the skills to miss hee after she had left, and embarrasingly, i actually flunk my f&amp;amp;n practical last year.lol. pathetic. i know.&lt;br /&gt;and so.... i hope i will pick up my skills in baking again, and succed in baking that cake. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of the gonna-be-dreadful day... next friday. i wonder how i will be able to calm my nerves the night before. when just thinking about it now makes my heartbeats increase its speed... ive been praying hard. and hope god will answer my prayers. which i believe will happen. especially since the number that my second youngest cousin had picked out in front of the god was first prize a few days back. im serious.&lt;br /&gt;argh. im freaking nervous.scared.excited. for next friday. my future depends on it after all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. mum and i also went to search for my gonna-be 3rd-language teacher. we didnt manage to get one. but lets talk about it. that banana woman. shes a chinese who can speak only a pitiful amount of chinese, but is good in english and malay. yet, shes fucking proud. anyway, mum and i went to find her, so at first she was like, struggling in chinese and all, then she said "if she wana learn to speak this language, she can go and work in the market. i bet she will be able to speak very well after working in that place." hello. look at me. in which way do i look like i should work in the market? and so i rolled my eyes, give her the eye and looked away. and she, sensing my anger, said "ahahaha. i was only joking. but serious, its quite true though". my mum and i give each other the look, and she whispered to me saying "that joke is not funny at all. its so fucking stupid at her. [ok, i add the fucking. but she deserves it anyway]" and after learning that i studied in spore, she immediately switched to speaking english, and oh my god, her english is worst than singlish. can it even be called english in the first place? i almost laughed at her. to think she is what other people called a "banana", she sucks at both english and chinese. gosh. and she actually tried to look down at me?&lt;br /&gt;oh and did i mention how she looks like? she has big loud yet short bangs and her glasses is oh-so-big. not fashionably big, but the exact opposite. just someone from the 60s. the uncool kinda 60s i mean.&lt;br /&gt;so naturally. as much as she is too busy to teach us, we were uninterested too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i need to settle on someting. thanks to some friend.sister... thank god i have better buddies. hope to have it all settled by monday then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110882912258678285?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110882912258678285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110882912258678285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110882912258678285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110882912258678285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/bla-bla-bla-another-day-of-no-lifer.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110873802103969512</id><published>2005-02-18T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T22:47:01.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;argh. freaking pissed. talk about being responsible. that girl, that very godsister of mine, is so gonna get us into deep shit. and when we are in that amount of deep shit, no amount of whinnings or apologies will undo everything. to think i thought she was the wiser one among us two. all she cares about is her own fun. and no. i dont want those pathetic sum of money. just return it to who it belongs, and the stuffs too. i dont wanna be recieving calls from that other person anymore. if i ever get through her, im so gonna give her a scolding. if she even bothered to pick up the phone that is. bimbotic bitch.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. oOo... been a long time since i have had menses with no cramps. 2 years at least i guess? nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im terribly tired today and i bet im gonna be aching all over tomorrow morning. why? cuz ive been moving some heavy furnitures today.&lt;br /&gt;i spring cleaned 3/5 of my room. and id used at least 6 sheets of magicwipes for it. 2 sheets for the bed's corner, 2 sheets for the wardrobe, 1 sheet for the dressing table and another for the floor and ceiling. terribly horrible isnt it? used mosquito spray to sprayed those hidden corners,&lt;br /&gt;wet cloth to wipe all of those 3 main furnitures and the hidden corner, and had even used the air cleaner or whatever you called that to absorb all the unseen dust and dirt. [no. its not a vacuum cleaner.im not THAT stupid..] and i will be damn if theres still any mosquitos around after all these efforts. not that my room is damn dirty, just that ive no slightest idea how they got into my room in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been gorging in tonsa food. but i just dont seem to be able to put on any weight. sad huh?&lt;br /&gt;and now, id force the whole family to drink water plus peppermint leaves and lime to detox their body. especially when the weather had been so freaking hot, it will cool them down too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna buy a new perfume. either curious by britney spears or the new one from escada. we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for now. im off for my well deserved sleep...&lt;br /&gt;nitey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110873802103969512?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110873802103969512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110873802103969512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110873802103969512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110873802103969512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110854482374976542</id><published>2005-02-16T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T17:52:30.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, it feels great to be the only child of the family. even for awhile.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad knocked on my door this morning to wake me up and inform me that we are going to singapore. so laze around abit, and got myself ready. hopped into dads car and off we go...&lt;br /&gt;went to gleneagles, mum need to see the doctor. the doctor was shocked when he see me, and couldnt im gonna be 17 this year. *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;after the checkup, we head towards orchard, told them i had a craving for ribs, and so, we went to tony roma's for that yummylicious meal, which apparently only i appeared to have enjoyed the meal tremendously. we would have ice cream from haagen daz for dessert, but for the benefit of being fair to my sister, we didnt.&lt;br /&gt;had a little grocery shopping before heading towards IMM.&lt;br /&gt;finally bought my ZA energex lotion and some hair accessories. shopped for awhile more, before having some drink at secret recipe and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt really blogged about how my parents treat me cuz its indescribable. all i can say is i know very well that my parents love and care for me. [even after them refusing to buy me a flower just to make me happy. lol]&lt;br /&gt;and although i thought they are bias against me at times, turns out they still treat me even more like their pampered princess than my sister. i realised this before, and once asked my mum why... the answer was simple, i was their first born child after all... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110854482374976542?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110854482374976542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110854482374976542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110854482374976542'/><link rel='self' 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hearing that song...&lt;br /&gt;and it always manage to touch me in a certain way too.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110846201482276322?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110846201482276322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110846201482276322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110846201482276322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110846201482276322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110838560432510189</id><published>2005-02-14T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T20:53:24.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got this thing from fiqa's bulletin post. its so.... i duno... meaningful? sweet? *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;all i know is if i am/was attach[ed], i will [would have] email[ed] this to my guy.. to let him think about it.&lt;br /&gt;cuz,&lt;br /&gt;it sounds so right. so true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me that is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im not. and i currently dont wish to be too. so im gona post it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a GIRL is quiet,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Millions of things are running in her mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a GIRL is not arguing,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is thinking deeply.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a GIRL looks at u with eyes full of questions,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is wondering how long you will be around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a GIRL answers "i'm fine" after a few seconds,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; at all fine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a GIRL stares at you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is wondering why you are lying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a GIRL lays on your chest,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is wishing for you to be hers forever&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a GIRL calls you everyday,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is seeking for your attention.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a GIRL wants to see you everyday,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She wants to be pampered.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a GIRL sms's u everyday,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She wants you to reply at least once.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a GIRL says I love you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She means it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a GIRL says that she can't live without you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She has made up her mind that you are her future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a GIRL says "i miss you",&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one in this world can miss you more than that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words to a thought?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110838560432510189?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110838560432510189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110838560432510189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110838560432510189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110838560432510189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-got-this-thing-from-fiqas-bulletin.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110837360618144557</id><published>2005-02-14T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T17:33:26.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so what if its Valentine's day today....&lt;br /&gt;*snorts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, me aint really celebrating it this year. part of the reason is cuz im single. another reason is cuz i never go out. but im not ashamed of it tho.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; i  dont feel like wasting my money on gifts, or my precious time and efforts to bake something special for guys anyway. for the time being at least, i guess?  &lt;/span&gt;although its like a tradition that i baked something chocolatey for a guy and the homies, like strawberry-dipped-chocolate and chocolate brownies on v.day. malas la. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;i spent it with mummy. or shld i say the other way round? afterall, she was the one who came into my room, woke me up, and while waiting for me to wake up, she made herself comfortable on the side of my bed, reading my cleo magazine and asking heidi to jump all over me......&lt;br /&gt;and she doesnt wanna buy me a flower to make me happy =S&lt;br /&gt;lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, happy valentine's day to all. especially to those sweet couples out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to plan on something....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110837360618144557?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110837360618144557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110837360618144557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110837360618144557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110837360618144557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-what-if-its-valentines-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110827636046116126</id><published>2005-02-13T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T14:35:36.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday we celebrate cny the typical chinese style. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the grandparents house at around 5pm then gamble away until 6:30 plus before rushing home to prepare ourselves for the family dinner.&lt;br /&gt;almost the whole "lim" family was present, all we lacked was the big aunt and family, and the 3rd aunt and family.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner lo. first, we had abalone yee sang, where the abalones were so lil, it aint even enough for everyone. i sat beside my cousin, who was so ungentleman, die die dont wana take food for me. lol. then the fried nian gao oso, so lil, everyone hafta shared it with the person beside them. fucking pathetic. but otherwise, the food was okay. the service was bad. however, the family was great, so it kinda made everything seemed better. especially the sarcasm, wOw, fucking shiok sia. lol.&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, it was around 9 plus, we went elsewhere to drink. most of them drank wine. but i preferred beer, so i drink beer lo. then, my uncle also drink beer, so we compete who can drink more, and he dared me to drink in one gulp, so okay lo. drink ah! but mother wet blankie, so after like 2 and a 1/2 bottles, she stopped me from drinking it. *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;we went back to grandparents house after that to play with firecrackers again. they tricked me saying got the big one, turned out they left it in kl. so we played the same one i played a few nights before.&lt;br /&gt;oma called, then nag nag nag. made us go home early, and that was why, we reached home at 12plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;it was fucking fun.&lt;br /&gt;love the "lim" family. muackz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110827636046116126?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110827636046116126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110827636046116126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110827636046116126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110827636046116126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/yesterday-we-celebrate-cny-typical.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110822571011504256</id><published>2005-02-13T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T00:28:30.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just got back about 5minutes plus ago.&lt;br /&gt;too tired to update about it all. will do it later on "today".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now,&lt;br /&gt;no more competing with moi uncle over beer drinking.&lt;br /&gt;and no more daring by him...&lt;br /&gt;almost got me dead drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was fucking fun.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110822571011504256?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110822571011504256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110822571011504256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110822571011504256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110822571011504256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-just-got-back-about-5minutes-plus.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110819416849380243</id><published>2005-02-12T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T15:42:48.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mum had a talk with me last night. she told me something i dreaded to hear. although its not entirely related to me, or this "breddemann" family. but still, its somehow related to the whole "lim" family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont reveal anything much about this. after all, its a family matter.&lt;br /&gt;just hope he will wake up just in time, before doing a serious mistake that will ruin everything.&lt;br /&gt;his family especialy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;utterly disappointed in him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110819416849380243?l=darl-lene.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-7530596.post-110812889990012468</id><published>2005-02-11T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T21:34:59.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oOo. did anyone just saw those fireworks?&lt;br /&gt;damn. it was all over the sky. in gold somemore. fucking beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;too bad it only lasted for awhile. =S&lt;br /&gt;all things good end fast i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. i forgot to meet up with duncan and chanel just now. now they are asking me for my whereabouts. damn.... i deserve to be shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110812889990012468?l=darl-lene.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-7530596.post-110812280197101464</id><published>2005-02-11T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T21:37:01.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today...&lt;br /&gt;funny + a lil pissed. nice + a lil pissed. sweet.&lt;br /&gt;all in order according to the main events that happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get a good night sleep on the whole of last night. dont know why. heh.&lt;br /&gt;still, i managed to wake up in time, and thus i wasnt late today. yeah. keke.&lt;br /&gt;met lexine and her brother, sean, at the 912 bustop at around 12 something. went up to her house, ate maggie mee and played comp while waiting for her. in the mean time, her brother and i squabbled non stop. not like i can help it, but the brother keep on picking on me. but it was funny la. pissed at someone who showed such great attitude problem when we called to get my stuffs back.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. we went to deon's house. got a huge shock. sooo many people there. i thought it was a quiet one. apparently her family decided to have a open house today. so, ladidadida, we went to the bustop, wait for &lt;strong&gt;1/2hour &lt;/strong&gt;before the rest came... how nice. somemore while waiting, alif decided to tag along. thou shall not comment about him and his usual boastings. went up the house and 13 people squeezed into deon's room and talk cok. before having yummy noodles and shark fins cooked by her mum and grandma. i didnt drink the shark fins soup though. "save the sharks. " i prefer abalone. serious. =)&lt;br /&gt;then.... heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;left at around 4 plus, went to meet up with zhenhui. he waited 1/2 hour at the stairs of merlin tower. hehe. i thought i was early. didnt know i was that late.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go coffee bean, so we lepak at city square's coffee bean lo. at first i planned to lepak for about 1/2 hour. but mum they all were still shoppin at somewhere else, so we lepak for two hour plus. then he buy wrong drink for me, i wanted some berry tea, he got me raspberry sparkling water instead. lol. then talk talk talk lo. then he smoke smoke smoke lo. almost killed me with his 2nd hand smoke. lol. he keep on treating me like a small girl, sayang my head quite alot of times while giving advices and stuffs. give me firecrackers to play somemor. keke. then keep on teasing me!! force me to take picture somemor. argh. he somemore still remember i like eminem, which i only told him once in sec 2. not bad! lol. overall. it was great getting to catch up on stuffs again la. hes going back to kl tml. hafta wait til march then... &lt;strike&gt;and stop matchmaking me to other guys la!! lol. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about all for today. have to plan for next week. homies outing for valentine day celebration.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110812280197101464?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110812280197101464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110812280197101464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110812280197101464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110812280197101464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/today.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110805034050328499</id><published>2005-02-10T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T23:45:40.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exhausted. &lt;strong&gt;dead exhausted&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be steering myself clear from kids. especially those two boys. until they are gone... *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afternoon's trip was cancelled. talk about being punctual.&lt;br /&gt;night's trip was not. but it was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;at first my family was going, but my dad called, ruin everythin. i went alone with them instead.&lt;br /&gt;my uncle's friend's children are beyond hope. even the boys in the bus are tamer than them. no amount of beatings or scoldings can quieten down. even after breaking a glass, they are still as mischievious. if they were my siblings, i swear i would have punched and pinched them till they bleed. thats how much they had irritated me. at least my cousin is much better and obedient. proud of him =)&lt;br /&gt;anyway. we went to city square's newly open ktv lounge, neway. quite classy. the service was real impressing, and the food was yummlicious.&lt;br /&gt;but the two boys [no, not my cousins] ruined everyting. they made a bloody din. they were like bloody monkeys. unable to quieten down. jump from one side to another, bloody greedy, not to mention their ear piercing shrieks. just watching them makes me real tired.&lt;br /&gt;called zhenhui. he was still at his dad's hometown. or else we would have been able to lepak at starbucks. whenever he call me, i cant make it, whenever i call him, he cant make it. karma... lol. but tomorrow after deons', hopefully we both can make it.its been a month since we've last meet up and catch up with each other. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all about today.&lt;br /&gt;im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i blogged hopped. theres just one girl i cant stand. whether shes trying to act pathetic or what, i dont know. i never liked her ever since she was rude to me when i first talked to her.or should i say all along? talk about respect. *spat*&lt;br /&gt;maybe she should just grow up and stop grumbling about how bad life is or how she wish life can be better, hopefully with guys to sayang her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110805034050328499?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110805034050328499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110805034050328499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110805034050328499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110805034050328499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110795926767565111</id><published>2005-02-09T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T22:27:47.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today first day cny.&lt;br /&gt;motherfucking nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after drinking so much beer last night, moi mum hafta practically drag me out of bed this morning, and i was still bleary-eyed after half an hour...&lt;br /&gt;then ok lo. dress maself up and all, have brunch. mother was still pondering what to where after more than one hour. whilst my sister and i watched tv. apparently the fireworks singapore had last night still cant be compared to the one in malaysia last night. im not boasting. cuz the gold one are really fucking nice. black and gold goes well together. better that all sorts of colour in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;then ok lo. after getting angbaos from my family. we went over to grandparents house to visit the rest of our relatives. fun sia. the two cousins were so adorable. especially the baby. freaking cute. the 2nd youngest cousin gave 4 digits for the whole family to gamble on lucky number. apparently, hes quite accurate in it. or so the dad claims. lol. finally my other two cousins had come. den yadah yadah. we parted for awhile first.&lt;br /&gt;got changed, went for dinner at the"chinatown" in my neighbourhood. sat my uncle's car back to grandparents house. the baby was active during the whole journey. he shouted happily and all. did i ever mention his laughter was contagious? well it was. and it seemed to brighten the already joyous atmosphere.  &lt;br /&gt;and we played fireworks. fun sia. meiting hid in the house, she wasnt so into it. but me, being more tomboyish than any ger member of the family, i played with them. shiok sia. watching it is not as fun as playing with it. the feeling is indescribable. just fucking shiok. =D&lt;br /&gt;and for now. we are drinking beer again. we wont sleep until we are drunk. quote by the mum. need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan for tml: afternoon at desaru. night at city square ktv.&lt;br /&gt;plan for fri:afternoon at deons'.&lt;br /&gt;plan for sat:night at sum chi restaurant with family. [open house at noon,i guess?]&lt;br /&gt;plan for sun:say bye bye to oma. shes goin back to germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110795926767565111?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110795926767565111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110795926767565111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110795926767565111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110795926767565111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/today-first-day-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110787874044901341</id><published>2005-02-09T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T00:45:46.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just found the beer. its in the icebox.&lt;br /&gt;great! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i ever mention its a joy to live in malaysia? well it is. to be able to view fireworks that cost hundred bucks each to be flaunt without much hesitation during cny is like icing on a cake. or whatever its called~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110787874044901341?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110787874044901341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110787874044901341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110787874044901341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110787874044901341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-just-found-beer.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110787806621214793</id><published>2005-02-08T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T23:59:16.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder where the hell they put the beer....&lt;br /&gt;i only got to drink 1/4 cup of it and its all gone. *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i babysat my 2nd youngest cousin. hes mischevious, but he listens to me. he even ask my sister to bring him up to my room so he can find me and sit on my lap while i played comp games for him to see. cute yea? ive gotten both cousins pictures.... will upload it tomorrow. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people need to be in a relationship? even though they know how negative it can be at times?even if its just a mirage?&lt;br /&gt;my reply: nobody wants to be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised one thing today. im weak in relationships. BUT. i know when to let go. or at least, i realise when is the time i can really let go of something... and that is...&lt;br /&gt;when a guy i like is attach to another girl, i will stop loving/liking him... even if i want to force my heart to do so, the feeling just disappeared...&lt;br /&gt;and thats how i got over lionel.&lt;br /&gt;and thats how i got over arshad.[yes. i really have gotten over him ever since he's with zurah. the last time i cried for him was when hes gf smsed me,010205.i know its just a week ago.but to those who knows me well, how i was once oh so crazy in love with him, its something good. and oh! im still doing real fine.]&lt;br /&gt;and thats how my infatuation for someone just disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironic. but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fireworks are real pretty tonight.esp the gold ones... its just kinda too loud for me thats all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110787806621214793?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110787806621214793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110787806621214793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110787806621214793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110787806621214793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-wonder-where-hell-they-put-beer.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110786282297420199</id><published>2005-02-08T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T19:40:22.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my hand stinks of seafood... yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been quite busy today.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at twelve plus and laze in front of the tv before bathing. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;then went to grandparents house to have lunch and at the same time, wait for uncle to come from kl. and there he was, the ultra-cute baby cousin. hes so freaking adorable. especially when he smiles... its contagious, it made everyone smiled too. cuz that smile is sooo sweet and innocent. he smiled when his brother touch his face, and he smiled when my dog was around him. and his cries aint even irritating like some babies, in fact, i define it as cute. its not pierce-shrieking cries, its just the normal crying with the shouting of "waaaaaaaaah" thats all.&lt;br /&gt;hes coming around later, i cant wait. babies... dont you love them? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home, help mum with the preparation of the reunion dinner we are gonna have later on tonight. having steamboat to be exact, therefore the need for me to help her out, and the reason to my stinky hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive just change my blog song. its extracted from the movie &lt;em&gt;shall we dance, &lt;/em&gt;it makes me wanna dance whenever i hear it. you know, like the sudden turn of one's head whenever the sudden beat is heard. the picture is changed to go along with the song. it may not be perfect, but its the best ive gotten. so yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just told sonia someting, im still blushing from it you know. i wanna do something about it, quick. teeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for now im off, off to admire the show of fireworks up in the sky. =)&lt;br /&gt;tonight is definitely not the night for an ideal peaceful sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaoz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110786282297420199?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110786282297420199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110786282297420199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110786282297420199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110786282297420199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-hand-stinks-of-seafood.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110777796138828121</id><published>2005-02-07T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T20:06:01.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alene's monday horoscope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat yourself to the gaze of a few strangers, as people are hardly ready for the new you. This is a day to shock and scandalize your potential audience. A few admirers like your style, and this should be motivation enough to continue pushing the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i have no comments. i need to reflect whether its true or not. wahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;like what yongyee said, horoscope readings are not meant for you to totally believe it or to let it control your life, its for you to reflect well on it so as to enhance your life.&lt;br /&gt;and i totally agree with it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110777796138828121?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110777796138828121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110777796138828121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110777796138828121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110777796138828121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/alenes-monday-horoscope.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110777387762913848</id><published>2005-02-07T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T18:57:57.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was publishing an entry when suddenly *poofs*, something went wrong with the connection cuz some people's friend just cant stop calling everyday to bitch about their friend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. me and my sister have not stop quarreling. i just hate the arrogant look she gives me whenever we quarreled. that defiant attitude that seemed to be reserved for me only just irks me more than ever. got that urge to slap her, to wake her up and make her realise how to respect her sister. if only the mother is not at home......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. the anger has not appease totally. but its way better than yesterday.....&lt;br /&gt;as long as that "jinx" do not come near me and my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110777387762913848?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110777387762913848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110777387762913848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110777387762913848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110777387762913848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-was-publishing-entry-when-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110769936569705483</id><published>2005-02-06T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T22:16:05.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cool.&lt;br /&gt;the mother and the sister are standing together side by side and engaging in a cold war with me. to hell with you all.&lt;br /&gt;dad called. i cant touch my sister cam? i shouted back at him about how unfair it was. he relented. i hafta ask her properly now?! to hell with that too. do you think that selfish bitch would even lent? dont you know she has been eyeing my mp3 ever since i got it last christmas. knowing who she is, she will talk about trading. you want me to lent my precious mp3 to her only to see damage done to it while i take great care of her camera? fuck you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selfish bunch of imbeciles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dad. you better keep your promise of buying me a new camera if the old one is beyond repair due to the damage done by that ugly fucked up stupid white bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110769936569705483?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110769936569705483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110769936569705483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110769936569705483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110769936569705483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/cool.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110766403668499350</id><published>2005-02-06T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T12:47:25.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>freaking pissed now... argh. the sister messed around with my stuffs again and thus spoilt my digital camera. and whats worst is the fact that everyone think that it was not her fault. for fuck sake, she was the last one who touched my camera without me knowing it while i was bathing. and when i came out, its screwed. if it aint her fault, whose fault is it? the camera? dont be stupid la.&lt;br /&gt;so there i was throwing a tantrum, i threw all her stuffs out of my room [shes currently sharing room with me cuz of oma] and shes avoiding me now. whatever la. im just pissed. she touches my stuffs all the time without my permission and now she spoilt it. its a miracle shes not yet beaten up by me.and worst, the mother thinks that its not her fault! damn. it makes me all the more pissed at the fact that they defend her all the time. what happen if i had done the same thing, they would be yelling their heads off at me and asking me to do someting about it. what if it was their stuffs that was spoilt, they would be scolding her like fuck until she cries. but now, its MY stuff that is spoilt and they are all pretending its not a big deal. what the fuck?!&lt;br /&gt;i wont stop throwing this tantrum until something is done to satisfy this anger. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cut my hair to shoulder length.&lt;br /&gt;nothing special happened otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110766403668499350?l=darl-lene.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-7530596.post-110734592132955243</id><published>2005-02-02T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T20:05:21.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blackout since 10am. wth.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt take it no more, so i called the hotline for electricity. with my mother mumbling how stupid i was for calling them up to complain. she didnt want any trouble you see. but heck la. i waited from 10 am to 4pm still no electricity, of course i called la. 1/2 an hour later, the blackout finally ended and my mother pretended nothing happen. whatever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i was woken up by the mother this morning just to be told there was a blackout. i carried on sleeping anyway. woke up at 12pm, my room was still cool thanks to the coldness of the aircon and the darkness of my room. and i laze around on my bed for another hour or so before dragging myself down with my oversized crossover tee and shorts. yes. without bathing. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my grandad called saying that my favourite uncle is in town and wants to give us a treat. so we went to the restaurant to eat. after ordering the dishes, mum realise she hd forgotten to switch off the gas that was steaming some food. so she rushed home and i was left alone with them and oma. so, i took some of the foods and gave it to oma and my other two grandparents, i gave no one any duck, and my uncle was asking why, so i told him i didnt even know how to get the meat out, and he got it for me instead. =D&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for next week. hes gonna bring me and my cousins to city square newly opened ktv longue. he said its very classy. then next sat, will be the whole family reunion dinner at some classy restaurant. ladidadida~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went pasar malam just now. nothing has changed. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ya dah ya dah. i practicali did nothin today la...i jus wana sae...&lt;br /&gt;the mother n i were watchin some korean drama last night, there was a sentence saying "when two couples parted, they will becomplete strangers" i asked her if it was true, she said it depends. and she carried on saying that one should not yearn for the guy that got snatched away by another girl, and if you happened to be that girl who snatched away the girl, you will come to realise hes not a treasure but just some wilted grass. i wanted some examples to go along with it, but all she said was that she had seen too many of it. i took her advice nonetheless. i guess its true anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the same time, its nice to know that there are people comforting you and making up for the sudden lost of love and tlc you used to be adorn with. or maybe that was what you thought exist, which maybe just an illusion. but nonetheless, one thing i wil never regret will be the friends and brothers i made during my lower sec time, for other then the homies, they are there when i really needed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw. mum said something that made me happy. we were in the car and i asked her if i have the type of face for a ballerina for jenny said i had. she observed me for awhile and nodded. and she said "&lt;strong&gt;if i should have known, i should have allow you to take ballet than piano lessons when you were young&lt;/strong&gt;". she finally realises that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110734592132955243?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110734592132955243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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she had decided to be a bitch and leave me alone in the first place instead. i just dont feel like quarreling with anybody over him anymore... its just not worth it... its like, i dont wish to know what the hell actually happened,how much you both love each other, why you're with him or when it all began? i just am not interested. so what if you're apologetic, is he coming back to me? no. do you wanna let him go? no. so cut that crap for god sake. i dont care if he told you i was damn nice to him when we were together or whatsoever. i am just not interested and i do not wish to hear anything about him anymore. just return me what belongs to me and let us call it quits for good. ya? just freaking let me leave my own life, let me get over him myself and all yea? after all, i dont want him back anyway. the moment he had choosen you to be his ger is the moment i stop myself for loving him. yea. its hard to believe, after me forgiving him time and time again for his scandals. but thats different. having a scandal and having a relationship are two different matters. and i just cant accept being two-timed and that was why, lionel and i broke up for good, and that is why, i and him are quits for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find it hard to believe? time will tell. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i would be lying if i say i didnt cry at all. cuz i did. for almost an hour. the last tears i cried for him i hope. i hate getting over someone. it hurts. especially when i have nothing to do too.... like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since he already has a girl, i wont be a bitch and pester him, or be shameless enough to ask him back. im just letting him go for good. no matter how much it hurts me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna forget the teachings of my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and mimi... no lies this time. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110733603092626519?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110733603092626519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110733603092626519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110733603092626519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110733603092626519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/02/his-ger-smsed-me-2dae-to-try-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110716604203473477</id><published>2005-01-31T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:14:19.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheee.time for pictures...&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/342%3A394323232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232376547%3B845ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this $2 note may seemed nothin special. well, it is no longer special now, but it used to be special. it was once folded into a heart by my ex and was kept beside me for 2 years. its of no use now, and i dont wish to keep it for old time memory sake, therefore, its no longer kept as a heart but it is going to be used as any typical $2 note. its special $2 though, see the red square thingy? yup, its a millenium $2 note and we quarreled about whether to use it or keep it the other time. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/30/4840361/9185139059941l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is xinyu and me. when we went out the other time for job interview. we were waitin for the mrt and we got cheesy. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/342%3A394323232%7Ffp63%3Dot%3E2323%3D856%3D47%3B%3D323285638%3A693nu0mrj" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for this, its going to be my new hairstyle, and i dont care if minahs tie this hairstyle. they do not dominate or invented this hairstyle anyway, and theres no copyright "stamped" by them too. so everyone can use this hairstyle, so dont give me the minah-crap. as long as it suits me, thats all that matters. although i must admit that the picture didnt quite capture how it really looks like.nonetheless, labelling me wont help. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/342%3A394323232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232376547%3B84%3Bot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how part of my house's garden look like at night, see that place with chairs? thats the so called "bali house" where one can read a book and relax. i love the garden at night, cuz its really romantic. i can just sit at the moist grass and gaze at the stars. nice yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/342%3A394323232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232376547%3B855ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister. shes standing between the garden and the house. yea, theres a big pathway between. not really a pathway actually, i just dont know what its called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/342%3A397923232%7Ffp63%3Dot%3E2323%3D856%3D47%3B%3D323285638%3A695nu0mrj" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least... this is the mother drying the clothes. she didnt wanna look my way but i took it nonetheless. wahahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110716604203473477?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110716604203473477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110716604203473477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110716604203473477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110716604203473477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/01/wheee.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110715419684590690</id><published>2005-01-31T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T14:49:56.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ladidadida~&lt;br /&gt;i was over the moon yesterday...teehee&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;cuz.... i finally finally got to see my "fiance" after sooooooooo long... wheee..... just went i was about to give up hope on our karma, i saw him... and then he keep on stealing glances at me... [my mother told me that... keke] wheee.. i almost forgotten how he look like till yesterday, pathetic leiz... he kinda reminds me of kokseng though, even my sister says so. *shrugs* im just freaking happy at the fact i got to see him at last. but the mother was stupid la, she forget to invite the family for dinner on cny.... chee.... =s&lt;br /&gt;if only i got to see him earlier, then maybe all the shits would not have happened. karma.... *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh den, me bought a skirt and a shirt for cny liao along with my another skirt that i had already bought last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna learn two more languages, perm my hair and go for dance lessons. all i have to do now is to wait for cny to be over and it will all begin. i just cant wait. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110715419684590690?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110715419684590690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110715419684590690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110715419684590690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110715419684590690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/01/ladidadida-i-was-over-moon-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110701630424384885</id><published>2005-01-30T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T00:31:44.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>felt so freaking pissed and insulted. he still manage to ruin my day till now. fucking cheap jerk. may he get aids by the age of 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pissed.tears of anger and humiliation. luckily got mimi,cw and xinyu. and most importantly, duncan,he just called while he was driving, ive learnt to take his advices seriously, no longer like lower sec, at least it did felt better knowing there will be one big brother helping you out if things were to get worst or go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner at pulai springs and played one round of pool only...&lt;br /&gt;oh and mummy "permed" my hair this morning, was fun. she encourage me to perm my hair, she say i will look better. cant wait for cny to be over.teehee&lt;br /&gt;oh and we watch &lt;em&gt;shall we dance &lt;/em&gt;[yea.again.lol], she kinda relented, so i may be learning jazz or ballroom dancing anytime soon. cant wait. at least i can forget that bastard quicker. dancing heals my pain and boost my confidence. really.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels good to be close with mummy again.&lt;br /&gt;shopping with the family tml. cant wait.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110701630424384885?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110701630424384885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110701630424384885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110701630424384885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110701630424384885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/01/felt-so-freaking-pissed-and-insulted.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110692416133106787</id><published>2005-01-28T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:56:01.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh btw. i apologise if the recent entry is too long and is only about daily events...&lt;br /&gt;but on second thought.. isnt that what you write in your journal? the events and your reflections? so that when you want to review on past memories, you can just "flip" them back and read on it instead of wondering what happened on that particular day?&lt;br /&gt;heh. *shrugs* this is my defination of writing a journal at least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110692416133106787?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110692416133106787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110692416133106787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110692416133106787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110692416133106787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/01/oh-btw.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530596.post-110692121330646895</id><published>2005-01-28T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:34:23.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do anyone still wana work? you will get $50 everytime you help 7-11 close down the shop.... no kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i almost fell for it the other time...anyway, honestly speaking, i have given up hope in finding a job. for the time being at least... now, my mother is helping me to find one instead. so for now, i will just lead the tai-tai lifestyle.=)&lt;br /&gt;today has been freaking fun and fucking hilarious.if i am a bean, i would have split a seam.thats how hard i laughed and it took me at least an hour before my tummy no longer ache from the laughter. im serious. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hadi play truant today cuz he scared he might pangseh me cuz of the school. great friend leiz? thats why im his angel. wahahaa. anyway. we watched &lt;em&gt;shall we dance &lt;/em&gt;today. i love that movie. &lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt;. the storyline wasnt the way i expected or wanted it to be, but it rocks. &lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt;. hadi blamed me for wanting to watch the show cuz now he wanna learnt ballroom dancing liao. keke. like it didnt had the same effect on me... i want to learn ballroom dancing more than ever, but my parents just refused. they do not encourage me to learn any form of dancing... sad sia. =S especially when other than shopping, dancing relaxes and de-stress me most effectively. nevermind, i will learnt those dances, some day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich, we went to lucky plaza to play pool. one of the two billard places was infested with mats, so we went to the other one, the more "professional" one with better class people inside. we only played two rounds due to the time constraint, and sadly, being a newbie that i am, i lost both rounds even after i cheated, but hadi is a good teacher or maybe, im a quick learner... keke. thongzhen was suppose to teach me, then when arshad came along, he was suppose to teach me, and in the end, its my long lost best friend that taught me so. karma. lol. by the way,the person at the counter just refuse to believe i was 16, i looked young you see, so i hafta showed him my passport before he became ultra friendly and apologise twice and ask me to take it as a compliment.at least that person was polite, so apology accepted. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went taka to eat gelato [ice cream], i chose butterscotch which is fucking yummilicious while hadi chose dark chocolate which doesnt taste as great as mine. butterscotch rocks. love it =D. oh and the person at the counter was shocked when i speak to her in chinese. she just couldnt believe i actually speak chinese. to think i thought she doesnt understand chinese cuz she was staring at me with her mouth wide open and didnt move for a few sec. lol. then buy 300g of famous amos cookies [the king of cookies,as wenzhi claimed] before waiting for xinyu and her friends at the mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were talking non stop inside the mrt, only hadi fell asleep, and before that, we were teasing about his gf [ex gf by tonight] and he joined in, talked about maids... wahahahaa. we were bloody bitches for today, we were like making fun of that gf non stop today, yes we are darn fucked up. so what? =)  but we were just being brutally honest what and its not like his frenz and him dont agree... teeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... the best part of today is in the custom... wahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;"surprise" all of the homies and we shared cookies like old times, not to 4get the jokes we shared. yeehann blushed when i tied ribbons with his shoelaces and he went hyper after that... yea... ma "v-day" date. wahhaha. then wenzhi sang a tune that cause yeehann to dance in the custom... courtesy of the movie &lt;em&gt;kungfu hustle &lt;/em&gt;that got them all picking out and memorising the scenes of it... bottomline: fucking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;then we all went down and waited at the bottom of the stairs, so my darling daughter, and we chatted for awhile.miss her tons.at least the "ice" is broken, all we need now is time =)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we were still waitin for the bus, so wenzhi played "eagle catch chickens" [direct translation from chinese] with xinyu and yeehann. and thats when i laughed until i can take it no more... xinyu was the eagle, wenzhi was the hen and yeehann was the chick. in a usual scenario, the hen will just flap around the wings [hands] to prevent the chick from being catched [touched]. however, in the scenario, the hen is soooo fierce, it was flapping hysterically, you will be hit when you go near it. then the played the same game. this time no hen. just two chicks [yeehann and wenzhi] who ran on separate ways and bully the eagle [xinchi]. and there were many more other fucking hilarious scenes where its no use to just explain but to be there and witness it.&lt;br /&gt;before leaving, diann shyly waved goodbye to me and i happily waved back. smiled back at the 3 malay guys who smiled at me in malaysia custom. first time i smiled at strangers i have no connections with. i was hyper and therefore the absentee of the cold facade to strangers. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are going to the country club tml... im so gonna train myself! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530596-110692121330646895?l=darl-lene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/feeds/110692121330646895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530596&amp;postID=110692121330646895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110692121330646895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530596/posts/default/110692121330646895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darl-lene.blogspot.com/2005/01/do-anyone-still-wana-work-you-will-get.html' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
